<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062</id><updated>2024-08-30T04:55:34.810-03:00</updated><category term="Poesia independente"/><category term="Pensamento do dia"/><category term="Clarice Lispector"/><category term="Letícia Thompson"/><category term="Renato Russo"/><category term="&#39;"/><category term="(Clarice Lispector)"/><category term="(Larissa Porto/Eu)"/><category term="Ana Veet Maya"/><category term="Bob Marley"/><category term="Carlos Drumond de Andrade"/><category term="Escorpião"/><category term="Fernando Pessoa"/><category term="Francisco Cândido Xavier"/><category term="Heine"/><category term="Jean De La Bruyère"/><category term="Larissa Porto"/><category term="Padre H. Salvador de Lima"/><category term="Via Lactea"/><category term="William Shakespeare"/><title type='text'>Céu e Mar</title><subtitle type='html'>O amor não escolhe em qual coração vai se abrigar,&#xa;Em qual realidade vai viver,&#xa;Ou em qual sonho vai estar! (Larissa Porto)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-843806122529002822</id><published>2011-05-31T22:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:45:34.972-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia:</title><content type='html'>Não creias que, rompida uma amizade, não tenhas mais deveres a cumprir. São os deveres mais difíceis, nos quais só a honradez te sustenta. Deves respeito à antiga amizade. Deves abster-te de tornar as brigas públicas e de falar delas, a não ser para te justificares. (Anne-Therese Lambert)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/843806122529002822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2011/05/pensamento-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/843806122529002822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/843806122529002822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2011/05/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia:'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-1883121098155500337</id><published>2011-05-31T22:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:45:55.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descubro-me</title><content type='html'>Tanto tempo sem escrever,&lt;br /&gt;
Dedos enferrujados,&lt;br /&gt;
Caneta sem tinta,&lt;br /&gt;
Papel amarelado.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Muito tempo sem sentir,&lt;br /&gt;
O que sinto quando venho aqui.&lt;br /&gt;
O escabroso encontro comigo&lt;br /&gt;
E ai?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maria, Antonia, Joaquina&lt;br /&gt;
Quem sou?&lt;br /&gt;
Sou? Ou fui?&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho de ser...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Respiro. Inspiro e Expiro&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas ar, sem aroma, sem vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Vida. Onde? Em quê?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quem fui, quem sou ou serei?&lt;br /&gt;
Ante-escrito, dúvida&lt;br /&gt;
Pós-escrito, certeza!&lt;br /&gt;
Sou quem não fui mas, não tarda e, serei.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Larissa Porto _ 28/02/2011</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/1883121098155500337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2011/05/descubro-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/1883121098155500337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/1883121098155500337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2011/05/descubro-me.html' title='Descubro-me'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-2787797386018338776</id><published>2011-04-10T03:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T03:07:00.137-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;Fugir é ceder, não se entregar&lt;br /&gt;
Não tenho nada a temer, a não ser meu querer. . .&quot; (Grupo Elas)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/2787797386018338776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2011/04/fugir-e-ceder-nao-se-entregar-nao-tenho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/2787797386018338776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/2787797386018338776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2011/04/fugir-e-ceder-nao-se-entregar-nao-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-6006301604376092063</id><published>2011-04-10T03:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T03:08:10.329-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia independente"/><title type='text'>O ser Poeta</title><content type='html'>Colocar cor onde não tem,&lt;br /&gt;
Tirar de onde tem demais,&lt;br /&gt;
Ser onde é ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;
Insano, que mal faz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dizer que sobra insanidade?&lt;br /&gt;
Que maldade, não é verdade!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cobrir de som o silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;
Silenciar o alarde,&lt;br /&gt;
Ser filho prodígio,&lt;br /&gt;
E não ser covarde.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dizer que sobra verdade?&lt;br /&gt;
Que mentira! Pura vaidade!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Palhaço de rosto pintado,&lt;br /&gt;
Sem graça, sem platéia,&lt;br /&gt;
Coração quebrantado,&lt;br /&gt;
Por uma plebéia!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Poeta? Sim, Poeta!&lt;br /&gt;
De sonhos e rimas,&lt;br /&gt;
Poeta, não profeta!&lt;br /&gt;
Sem lástimas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Larissa Porto _ 29/02/2010</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/6006301604376092063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-ser-poeta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/6006301604376092063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/6006301604376092063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-ser-poeta.html' title='O ser Poeta'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-3421809433233581655</id><published>2010-11-22T00:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:14:29.304-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia:</title><content type='html'>&quot;E a quem perguntar quando o vento sopra, &lt;br /&gt;
responda que já soprou...&quot; (Oswaldo Montenegro)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/3421809433233581655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/11/pensamento-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/3421809433233581655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/3421809433233581655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/11/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia:'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-8331327385298595372</id><published>2010-11-22T00:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:12:16.847-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ana Veet Maya"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escorpião"/><title type='text'>SOU ESCORPIÃO</title><content type='html'>Eu me rasgo&lt;br /&gt;
E me queimo&lt;br /&gt;
E me curo com tesão&lt;br /&gt;
Sou chorona&lt;br /&gt;
Sou guerreira&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou um escorpião!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu me mato&lt;br /&gt;
E renasço&lt;br /&gt;
E das cinzas faço pão.&lt;br /&gt;
Bebo o sangue&lt;br /&gt;
Da minh’alma&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou um escorpião.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Faço a guerra&lt;br /&gt;
Trago a paz&lt;br /&gt;
Enfeitiço com porrada&lt;br /&gt;
Falo sim e muito não&lt;br /&gt;
Sou sutil fiel amada&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou um escorpião&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se da festa&lt;br /&gt;
Tu sentires&lt;br /&gt;
Meu perfume de paixão&lt;br /&gt;
Sejas sábio&lt;br /&gt;
Tens cautela...&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou um escorpião!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas se forte aceitares&lt;br /&gt;
E seguires sem cansaço&lt;br /&gt;
Os prazeres mais sublimes&lt;br /&gt;
Sentirás no meu abraço.&lt;br /&gt;
E tua calma será santa&lt;br /&gt;
E teu corpo será são&lt;br /&gt;
E tua vida será tanta...&lt;br /&gt;
Com o teu escorpião...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Ana Veet Maya)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/8331327385298595372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/11/sou-escorpiao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/8331327385298595372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/8331327385298595372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/11/sou-escorpiao.html' title='SOU ESCORPIÃO'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-7239947575560578216</id><published>2010-09-30T19:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:50:04.598-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia independente"/><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia:</title><content type='html'>Como desacostumar do que se está acostumado,&lt;br /&gt;
Como ser eu, sem você,&lt;br /&gt;
Como morrer sem nascer,&lt;br /&gt;
Como viver sem sofrer. (Larissa Porto)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/7239947575560578216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/09/pensamento-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/7239947575560578216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/7239947575560578216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/09/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia:'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-5178807962684594294</id><published>2010-09-30T19:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:45:19.100-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia independente"/><title type='text'>Esconder-me-ei</title><content type='html'>Esconder-me-ei por entre as montanhas&lt;br /&gt;
Esconder-me-ei nos dias nublados, chuvosos&lt;br /&gt;
Esconder-me-ei no céu cinza de inverno&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você lá, eu vou buscar,&lt;br /&gt;
Achar-te, escondido em mim&lt;br /&gt;
E não mais precisar ser achada&lt;br /&gt;
Permanecer escondida&lt;br /&gt;
Mas com você!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Esconder-me-ei &lt;br /&gt;
Onde lembranças se abrigam&lt;br /&gt;
Em mim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
09/11/2009 _ Larissa Porto</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/5178807962684594294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/09/esconder-me-ei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/5178807962684594294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/5178807962684594294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/09/esconder-me-ei.html' title='Esconder-me-ei'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-7472962934569347642</id><published>2010-08-09T23:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:23:41.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia:</title><content type='html'>Aventurar-se causa ansiedade, mas&lt;br /&gt;
deixar de arriscar-se é perder a si mesmo. Aventurar-se no sentido mais amplo é&lt;br /&gt;
precisamente tomar consciência de si próprio. (Kierkegaard)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/7472962934569347642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/08/pensamento-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/7472962934569347642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/7472962934569347642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/08/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia:'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-3486949611467166007</id><published>2010-08-09T23:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:16:18.608-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia independente"/><title type='text'>O que é o amor?</title><content type='html'>O amor?&lt;br /&gt;
Aaah o amor, sentimento bom de se querer, &lt;br /&gt;
quando se gosta de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;
O amor existe para&lt;br /&gt;
Trazer de volta o que um dia, por algum motivo se perdeu,&lt;br /&gt;
ficou jogado por ai em algum canto. &lt;br /&gt;
Perdido, jogado, mas nunca esquecido, sim adormecido.&lt;br /&gt;
Basta passar por aquela mesma velha rua em que se beijaram,&lt;br /&gt;
aquele mesmo velho jardim em que se amaram,&lt;br /&gt;
aquela mesma velha casa em que viveram,&lt;br /&gt;
e aquela mesma velha cama em que por noites, se entregaram.&lt;br /&gt;
O amor existe para completar o que é metade,&lt;br /&gt;
Metade é o ser sozinho, que só encontra sentido,&lt;br /&gt;
quando encontra também o amor.&lt;br /&gt;
O amor existe para reavivar os sonhos, dos que já não podem sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;
para alimentar a esperança dos que desacreditam nele,&lt;br /&gt;
para dar um novo ar à velha estufa de flores mortas.&lt;br /&gt;
O amor existe para fazer lágrima virar sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;
transformar sofrimento em felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;
Mentira em verdade, &lt;br /&gt;
Sonho em realidade!&lt;br /&gt;
29/10/2009_Larissa Porto</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/3486949611467166007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-que-e-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/3486949611467166007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/3486949611467166007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-que-e-o-amor.html' title='O que é o amor?'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-4390829444910127934</id><published>2010-07-02T01:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:25:31.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia:</title><content type='html'>&quot;O pensamento positivo pode vir naturalmente para alguns, mas também pode ser&lt;br /&gt;
aprendido e cultivado, mude seus pensamentos e você mudará seu mundo.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Norman Vicent Peale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/4390829444910127934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/07/pensamento-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4390829444910127934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4390829444910127934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/07/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia:'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-4971179788992387926</id><published>2010-07-02T01:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:19:57.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Incontinência do querer</title><content type='html'>Quero um minuto para cada segundo perdido&lt;br /&gt;
Uma verdade que doa o dobro de duas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;
Dois beijos para cada um que me foi pedido&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quero um amor que supere minhas todas outras saudades&lt;br /&gt;
Guardar no meu relicário, você, em toda as horas&lt;br /&gt;
Um sabiá a cantar minhas maiores vontades&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quero um sentimento natural&lt;br /&gt;
Vivê-lo na sombra das amendoeiras&lt;br /&gt;
Ter-te e fazer-te imortal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quero um amanhecer com o sol de ontem&lt;br /&gt;
E ver-te, venha, mostre o quando me adoras&lt;br /&gt;
Quero com a vontade de quem nada tem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
01/12/2009 _ Larissa Porto</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/4971179788992387926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/07/incontinencia-do-querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4971179788992387926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4971179788992387926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/07/incontinencia-do-querer.html' title='Incontinência do querer'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-4459373485004434243</id><published>2010-03-29T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:32:22.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;“Fingir é conhecer-se.” Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/4459373485004434243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/03/pensamento-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4459373485004434243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4459373485004434243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/03/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia:'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-7751260845395245118</id><published>2010-03-29T20:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:31:12.401-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia independente"/><title type='text'>Poeta trovador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Sonhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Porreta¹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Trovador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Hoje o céu ficou cinza e o mar parado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Se foi meu Trovador preferido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Meus sentidos naufragados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Com meu coração ferido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Poeta e Sonhador, assim ele se denominava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Um jovem forte que não perdia a alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;O homem que por sentimentos chorava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Um esplêndido amante da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Finalizo minha poesia de trovas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Em homenagem a Jades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Farei poesias novas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Para atingir novos ares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Quem sabe assim, ele não sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;O que eu sentia por ele, e sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;E fique contente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;O sentimento era muito, eu não minto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;¹- Gíria local que qualifica algo como bom, ótimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;(Larissa Porto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/7751260845395245118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/03/poeta-trovador.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/7751260845395245118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/7751260845395245118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/03/poeta-trovador.html' title='Poeta trovador'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-9159511576643805926</id><published>2010-02-01T21:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:16:21.394-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Devemos aprender a nos virar com o que temos e
parar de cobiçar o que não é nosso.

&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Larissa Porto)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/9159511576643805926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/02/devemos-aprender-nos-virar-com-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/9159511576643805926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/9159511576643805926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/02/devemos-aprender-nos-virar-com-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-1205201010501506714</id><published>2010-02-01T21:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:09:11.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade se perde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;A amizade se perde, quando falta o ‘oi’,&lt;br /&gt;
Quando você não é você&lt;br /&gt;
E ela não é mais ela&lt;br /&gt;
Quando chega o ‘Adeus’.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A amizade se perde, nas entrelinhas,&lt;br /&gt;
Quando um detalhe não faz mais diferença&lt;br /&gt;
E nada se pergunta, nada se responde&lt;br /&gt;
Quando se faz eterno o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A amizade se perde, a cada mentira&lt;br /&gt;
Quando se escancara o nada&lt;br /&gt;
E a verdade não tem dono&lt;br /&gt;
Quando se esconde o tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A amizade se perdeu, você não percebeu&lt;br /&gt;
Quando eu parti, meu ‘Adeus’ você não ouviu&lt;br /&gt;
E nem quando solitária, você se arrependeu&lt;br /&gt;
Quando me fui, a falta do meu ‘oi’ você sentiu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;22/12/2009_ (Larissa Porto)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/1205201010501506714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/02/amizade-se-perde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/1205201010501506714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/1205201010501506714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/02/amizade-se-perde.html' title='Amizade se perde'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-4477622692584612922</id><published>2010-01-16T04:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T04:24:40.314-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="(Larissa Porto/Eu)"/><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&quot;Como desacostumar do que se está acostumado,&lt;div&gt;Como ser eu, sem você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como morrer sem nascer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como viver sem sofrer...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic; &quot;&gt;(Larissa Porto/Eu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/4477622692584612922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/01/pensamento-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4477622692584612922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4477622692584612922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/01/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia:'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-7373427138501367497</id><published>2010-01-16T04:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T04:21:20.661-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apetecer você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;; &quot;&gt;Não sei trovar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Não sei amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Queria poetizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Um sonho que vier a se realizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Como um sopro de vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Toco-te sutilmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Faço o que sei, não invento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Te envolvo suavemente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Aproveito o ensejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Faço como o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Te dou um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Se não ficares atento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Espalhei amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Por onde passei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Não sei o valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;Porque nunca amei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Minha Autoria) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;07/01/2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/7373427138501367497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/01/apetecer-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/7373427138501367497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/7373427138501367497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2010/01/apetecer-voce.html' title='Apetecer você'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-4415578131676668617</id><published>2009-12-07T01:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:35:40.033-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;
Por você juro eu faria,
da minha boca, estrelas a brilhar
Esperando você beijar
E então desvendar
as estrelas do meu mar!


Por você eu faria tudo de novo,
Aquele beijo, num mesmo abraço, um novo gozo
E seremos de novo, um, naquele momento maravilhoso
Em que você foi tão impiedoso
E de tudo que experimentei, foi o mais gostoso!


Por você juro eu faria,
A mais bela canção de amor
que não falasse de dor
Que só lembrasse seu calor
daquela tarde de esplendor!


Por você eu faria tudo de novo,
Demonstraria sentimento
Sem aborrecimento
Não tiraria do pensamento
O dia do sim, no ato do firmamento!

19/11/2009 _ &lt;em&gt;Minha autoria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/4415578131676668617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4415578131676668617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4415578131676668617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-voce.html' title='Por você...'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-4368759252091266316</id><published>2009-12-07T01:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:34:11.890-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;Eu não quero cantar pra ninguém a canção que eu fiz pra você. . .&quot;
&quot;Um coração que é seu. . .&quot;
&quot;Tive você na mão, e agora, tenho só essa canção. . .&quot;

&quot;/

Ana Carolina</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/4368759252091266316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-nao-quero-cantar-pra-ninguem-cancao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4368759252091266316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4368759252091266316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-nao-quero-cantar-pra-ninguem-cancao.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-2991324427753082291</id><published>2009-11-16T00:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:36:54.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;&quot;Nada faz realçar mais a autoridade do que o silêncio, esplendor dos fortes e refúgio dos fracos.&quot; &lt;em&gt;(Charles de Gaulle)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/2991324427753082291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/11/pensamento-do-dia_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/2991324427753082291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/2991324427753082291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/11/pensamento-do-dia_16.html' title='Pensamento do dia:'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-4946653159966007904</id><published>2009-11-16T00:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:35:32.586-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É lamentável</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;É lamentável que me fales&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;somente nas noites de inverno.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;É lamentável que me iluda&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;dizendo ser certo seu retorno, se você não volta!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;É lamentável ver a condição em que vive&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;um coração amargurado.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;É lamentável querer, sem poder te ter&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;para amar e permanecer.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;É lamentável te amar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;Sem receber teu amor.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;E o que me resta, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;se não lamentar?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;O lamento incontido, triste, sereno!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;E posso, eu, chorar?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;O choro incompreendido, no seio materno!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;E posso, eu, sentir?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;O que já não sinto, e se fazer eterno!?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;Um lamento,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;Um sentir,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;Um chorar,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;Na esperança de um dia te reencontrar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;E não mais ter o que lamentar!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha autoria&lt;/em&gt; - 05/11/2009&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/4946653159966007904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-lamentavel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4946653159966007904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/4946653159966007904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-lamentavel.html' title='É lamentável'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-5669014246121680303</id><published>2009-11-09T01:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:22:50.152-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia:</title><content type='html'>&quot;Os que crêem que o dinheiro tudo consegue são propensos a fazer tudo por ele.&quot; Voltaire</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/5669014246121680303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/11/pensamento-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/5669014246121680303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/5669014246121680303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/11/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia:'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-2670600777102756618</id><published>2009-11-09T00:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:26:00.980-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Larissa Porto"/><title type='text'>Necessidade de viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;Vocês nunca entenderam...
Vocês nunca enxergaram...
O que se esconde,
Por de trás deste rosto molhado;

Vocês nunca sentiram...
O coração bonito de quem ama;
Vocês nunca saberão,
O que a solidão te oferece;

Vocês nunca provaram,
O sabor do pecado...

Vocês nunca se enganaram,
Não sabem como é viver um pesadelo,
Conhecem apenas a sensação de acordar dele.

Não conhecem a alma de quem sofre,
Mas se julgam capazes de amar,
Não sabem onde buscar a realização dos sonhos,
Se é que sabem sonhar.

Não sabem fazer silêncio,
Nem onde encontrá-lo,
Quando acham, não sabem o que fazer com ele.
Porque ele às vezes pode doer,
Te fazer sofrer e enxergar o que até então ninguém notou.

Não sabem olhar para dentro de si,
E aceitar o que é natural,
O erro, o defeito e a tentação.
Porque vocês não se permitem,
Por se punirem, ao sofrer o 1º julgamento,

Vocês nunca viveram no escuro,
Só conhecem a claridade do dia,
Vocês nunca arriscaram,
Não sabem como fazer.
Sem contar no medo de falhar.

Vocês não sabem de nada,
Nem o que fazem aqui,
Nem para quê foram enviados,
Porque vocês não se permitem viver.
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;Minha autoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/2670600777102756618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/11/necessidade-de-viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/2670600777102756618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/2670600777102756618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/11/necessidade-de-viver.html' title='Necessidade de viver'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926089050514382062.post-1713328618300013080</id><published>2009-10-10T02:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:08:00.633-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heine"/><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia:</title><content type='html'>&quot;Onde hoje se queimam livros, amanhã vão-se queimar pessoas!&quot;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Heine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/feeds/1713328618300013080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensamento-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/1713328618300013080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2926089050514382062/posts/default/1713328618300013080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultura-e-literatura.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia:'/><author><name>Larissa Porto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395740994203110228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8eg4KU4t81GIO2E_67SFISX3Va5tvvyrLScfNkttq2r7_pLmg27o73c0F5WkQI92dLXd8LJcmMgjhsLyT9Pw1XcE9KytQegnqPWGi6rHtJr-tY36iMH_QSsfXesHQA/s220/poesia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>