<?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-871263571344202693</id><updated>2024-09-21T16:28:55.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases Soltas ao Vento</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-8809435156486767687</id><published>2011-04-10T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:50:46.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXiLtcEGIihLoz-UECS3xOeAdbXWXbixtwZI97KYDFRK1tMHWdYai2DNKTb0w01yV7v_55sVkWeUA0dH7ohUhbHpgNCWLJlBWRuTl9bEMbS8XysjHNxZdJyjH2s7E6dk0uo6aTdrae1wI/s1600/blog+01.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;217&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXiLtcEGIihLoz-UECS3xOeAdbXWXbixtwZI97KYDFRK1tMHWdYai2DNKTb0w01yV7v_55sVkWeUA0dH7ohUhbHpgNCWLJlBWRuTl9bEMbS8XysjHNxZdJyjH2s7E6dk0uo6aTdrae1wI/s320/blog+01.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje eu acordei meio mal&lt;br /&gt;
Com a sensação estranha&lt;br /&gt;
Mais acordei a tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Vi meus sonhos fugindo pela janela&lt;br /&gt;
Corri atrás antes que o vento a fecha-se&lt;br /&gt;
Saltei sem pensar na queda&lt;br /&gt;
Sai em pleno temporal&lt;br /&gt;
Uma chuva torrencial que encharcava minha alma&lt;br /&gt;
Olhei para os lados para ver pra onde iam&lt;br /&gt;
Vi meus sonhos dobrando a esquina &lt;br /&gt;
Talvez estejam desesperados se achando sem saída&lt;br /&gt;
Gritei:&lt;br /&gt;
- voltem, ainda não vou desistir de vocês&lt;br /&gt;
- voltem, vocês são os únicos que me entendem&lt;br /&gt;
Não me ouviram&lt;br /&gt;
Continuaram seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;
Então corri contra o tempo&lt;br /&gt;
E ao meu lado meus vinte poucos anos &lt;br /&gt;
Que me dizia: &lt;br /&gt;
- chega, você deve desistir&lt;br /&gt;
- estes sonhos já não cabem mais a você&lt;br /&gt;
Nem olhei para trás&lt;br /&gt;
Continuei correndo&lt;br /&gt;
Com a roupa encharcada &lt;br /&gt;
Grudando em meu corpo e se aderindo em mim&lt;br /&gt;
Eu corria &lt;br /&gt;
E meus sonhos sempre a minha frente&lt;br /&gt;
Não conseguia os alcançar&lt;br /&gt;
Corri toda cidade &lt;br /&gt;
Vivi no limite do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;
Atrás a idade, na frente meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
Parei&lt;br /&gt;
E gritei ao tempo que parasse&lt;br /&gt;
Ele pareceu me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;
Meus sonhos parados minha idade também&lt;br /&gt;
Caminhei até meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
Os abracei com carinho&lt;br /&gt;
E lhes disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- aconteça o que acontecer são meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
Eles pareceram me entender e se aconchegaram em meus braços&lt;br /&gt;
Minha idade envergonhada me acompanhou de volta pra casa&lt;br /&gt;
Entrei pela janela que ainda estava aberta&lt;br /&gt;
Guardei meus sonhos em um lugar seguro e confortável&lt;br /&gt;
Mandei minha idade pro banho &lt;br /&gt;
E voltei pra cama&lt;br /&gt;
E dormi pra esperar o amanha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Autor: Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8809435156486767687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/04/fuga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/8809435156486767687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/8809435156486767687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/04/fuga.html' title='A fuga'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXiLtcEGIihLoz-UECS3xOeAdbXWXbixtwZI97KYDFRK1tMHWdYai2DNKTb0w01yV7v_55sVkWeUA0dH7ohUhbHpgNCWLJlBWRuTl9bEMbS8XysjHNxZdJyjH2s7E6dk0uo6aTdrae1wI/s72-c/blog+01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-3859415720575882313</id><published>2011-04-09T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:08:50.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGO9kTgLVfq5Bflq7iSDT-iMschIdiC5KGu8AKVkOJAFr1EHJSZ0NYazLLZB0Ws59XYvAJVRQiQ9KHgquRKa4hplmziTD6T7m_3yspVkwgBLHaMtjPIsEYIqkKv5tieVOIIjXVW03gg4/s1600/Beatles.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGO9kTgLVfq5Bflq7iSDT-iMschIdiC5KGu8AKVkOJAFr1EHJSZ0NYazLLZB0Ws59XYvAJVRQiQ9KHgquRKa4hplmziTD6T7m_3yspVkwgBLHaMtjPIsEYIqkKv5tieVOIIjXVW03gg4/s320/Beatles.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Deitado no chão de um quarto,&lt;br /&gt;
Ouvindo musicas vindas de Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;
Em minha mente gritos&lt;br /&gt;
Na porta do mundo sonhado&lt;br /&gt;
Onde juntos vivemos o canção imaginada&lt;br /&gt;
Numa viagem com o vento &lt;br /&gt;
Vem os poetas que contam historias&lt;br /&gt;
De um mundo sem lamentos&lt;br /&gt;
Sei que ontem a sensações &lt;br /&gt;
que os poetas traziam eram outras&lt;br /&gt;
mas nada que naum se possa entender, viver&lt;br /&gt;
juntos esta legião de poetas escrevem&lt;br /&gt;
 com giz uma só ideologia: a paz....&lt;br /&gt;
os gritos param ....&lt;br /&gt;
mais não morreram.... &lt;br /&gt;
estão apenas descansando&lt;br /&gt;
deitados no chão de um quarto,&lt;br /&gt;
ouvindo musicas vindas de Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Autor: Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3859415720575882313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/04/liverpool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/3859415720575882313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/3859415720575882313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/04/liverpool.html' title='Liverpool'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGO9kTgLVfq5Bflq7iSDT-iMschIdiC5KGu8AKVkOJAFr1EHJSZ0NYazLLZB0Ws59XYvAJVRQiQ9KHgquRKa4hplmziTD6T7m_3yspVkwgBLHaMtjPIsEYIqkKv5tieVOIIjXVW03gg4/s72-c/Beatles.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-7746928568648188132</id><published>2011-04-08T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:16:11.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brinquedos que marcaram época</title><content type='html'>O brinquedo de qualquer criança atualmente é um PC ou um videogame. Poucas têm a &lt;br /&gt;
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oportunidade de se divertirem com coisas mais reais, como reunir os amigos e brincar de carrinho, um passar um tempo jogando ioiô ou diversos outros brinquedos ou brincadeiras que eram uma mania há anos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;
Quem viveu essa época vai poder matar a saudade, quem não teve esse prazer pode conhecer um pouco mais dessa “era pré-histórica”:&lt;br /&gt;
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Tazo foi uma das maiores manias que o Brasil já viu, não existia uma criança nesse país que não arrumava um dinheiro com os pais para comprar um salgadinho, só para poder pegar o Tazo.No recreio da escola era quase obrigatório se reunirem os amigos para jogar Tazo, muitas vezes o negócio acabava em briga, pois as disputa eram ferrenhas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bate-bate&lt;br /&gt;
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Esse brinquedo era o terror da vizinhança. A criançada passava o dia inteiro &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_WN2Q4ZEh26dWOqllgyofll9w60BWfGCCbXEMXgG32qj-UxXini4Efh2TNxQaCIccUYzyZmwlW-r-KZGEAiBWDrR2vGUYZrhvPfcAvc8iphpZS0BYjBfUDBXSJRZ_Ja98-TWjJsmWqE/s1600/bat_bat_thumb.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;225&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_WN2Q4ZEh26dWOqllgyofll9w60BWfGCCbXEMXgG32qj-UxXini4Efh2TNxQaCIccUYzyZmwlW-r-KZGEAiBWDrR2vGUYZrhvPfcAvc8iphpZS0BYjBfUDBXSJRZ_Ja98-TWjJsmWqE/s320/bat_bat_thumb.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
batendo esse negócio e fazendo um barulho insuportável. Para quem olha ele parecer ser meio tosco, mas quem brincou sabe que é muito divertido&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Brick Game ou Mini Game&lt;br /&gt;
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Quem não tinha dinheiro para comprar o videogame da época, que era o Super Nintendo, comprava um Brick Game e se divertia a beça. O “videogame de pobre” contava com milhares games, que na verdade eram uns 5 ou 6 repetidos mil vezes, mas nem por isso era menos legal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Este é o post do blog de um parceiro, este post que to divulgando, me fez lembrar um pouco da minha velha infancia, vale a pena dar uma conferida no blog dele:&lt;br /&gt;
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http://paradoxodostempos.blogspot.com/&lt;a href=&quot;http://paradoxodostempos.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://paradoxodostempos.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7746928568648188132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/7746928568648188132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/7746928568648188132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='Brinquedos que marcaram época'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJZB-yulOfGBm6qwb1k2IPF5XxZrBRsZKmNzPIs4wetg3bmR23JrPYKREJpLHDpgyU0MY0dCoU_qmQpZMMzJQ0CcEQQVVXSWzT1sqRO6xuiqh2Ke2IQGU9u5u_P8as86sb65ThUw61WU/s72-c/tazos1_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-4563107801527922952</id><published>2011-04-02T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T13:31:41.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um triz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Tnwyyo1JUuA4TKwa7shRGmw3KpK2icW1j-n-ikl4vj3o1Lw0vNSBRBuMYoBbFSnl3KJdbz_6P-6bI4NBPCdFUWg3y4HY0AU4u4ODF-jcteZTV-kvBNsDuvA8zSjGNn0At_UhNt85QJs/s1600/freedom_by_ahmetorhan.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;214&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Tnwyyo1JUuA4TKwa7shRGmw3KpK2icW1j-n-ikl4vj3o1Lw0vNSBRBuMYoBbFSnl3KJdbz_6P-6bI4NBPCdFUWg3y4HY0AU4u4ODF-jcteZTV-kvBNsDuvA8zSjGNn0At_UhNt85QJs/s320/freedom_by_ahmetorhan.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Somos iludidos com uma alusão de que tudo é em vão&lt;br /&gt;
Será tudo em vão?&lt;br /&gt;
Será realmente efêmero?&lt;br /&gt;
Vale à pena arquitetar o futuro?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O escuro cobre nosso olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Não nos deixa ver alem de nosso próprio nariz&lt;br /&gt;
Até quando vamos ficar assim&lt;br /&gt;
Com a corda no pescoço&lt;br /&gt;
Andando na corda bamba&lt;br /&gt;
A vida por um triz&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando iremos acordar deste sono profundo?&lt;br /&gt;
Quando tempo ainda temos no mundo?&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto do mundo ainda há pra nós?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Autor: Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4563107801527922952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/04/por-um-triz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/4563107801527922952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/4563107801527922952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/04/por-um-triz.html' title='Por um triz'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Tnwyyo1JUuA4TKwa7shRGmw3KpK2icW1j-n-ikl4vj3o1Lw0vNSBRBuMYoBbFSnl3KJdbz_6P-6bI4NBPCdFUWg3y4HY0AU4u4ODF-jcteZTV-kvBNsDuvA8zSjGNn0At_UhNt85QJs/s72-c/freedom_by_ahmetorhan.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-3445585407874972812</id><published>2011-04-01T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:35:39.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada digo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghd4_x4s7Ga7rL8nAynzE710-SYxjfEGzVVZeJ3k6xTWZtSm_sMLUq1aQf2VKmG9r_oFmVW-UfRCoUwGxdksjy5LlMZtJMnFninSGEnZ_vigsliBxyaTnv8dJ_XfxCD6dSrIf5D14MvyM/s1600/NADA.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;199&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghd4_x4s7Ga7rL8nAynzE710-SYxjfEGzVVZeJ3k6xTWZtSm_sMLUq1aQf2VKmG9r_oFmVW-UfRCoUwGxdksjy5LlMZtJMnFninSGEnZ_vigsliBxyaTnv8dJ_XfxCD6dSrIf5D14MvyM/s320/NADA.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tempo, lento, vento, tento,&lt;br /&gt;
Ando tanto quanto canto&lt;br /&gt;
Pois o canto é meu pranto de alegria&lt;br /&gt;
Alegria que chega&lt;br /&gt;
Por amores que ficam&lt;br /&gt;
Por pessoas que se vão&lt;br /&gt;
Seguindo seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;
Seguindo a canção&lt;br /&gt;
Tropeço em versos&lt;br /&gt;
Me entorpeço na emoção &lt;br /&gt;
Madrugada fria me alivia&lt;br /&gt;
Abro os olhos para o universo&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o que mais me intriga &lt;br /&gt;
É saber qual a face da moeda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Autores: Márcia Bragagnole &amp; Renato S. Lima&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blog da Márcia: http://marciambragagnole.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://marciambragagnole.blogspot.com/ &quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://marciambragagnole.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3445585407874972812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/04/tempo-lento-vento-tento-ando-tanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/3445585407874972812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/3445585407874972812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/04/tempo-lento-vento-tento-ando-tanto.html' title='Nada digo'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghd4_x4s7Ga7rL8nAynzE710-SYxjfEGzVVZeJ3k6xTWZtSm_sMLUq1aQf2VKmG9r_oFmVW-UfRCoUwGxdksjy5LlMZtJMnFninSGEnZ_vigsliBxyaTnv8dJ_XfxCD6dSrIf5D14MvyM/s72-c/NADA.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-1665217070988134810</id><published>2011-03-25T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:35:08.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forum amigo</title><content type='html'>Novo Forum Espaço Do Artista, &lt;br /&gt;
não deixem de conferir e conhecer mais sobre o  &lt;br /&gt;
forum, ajudem a divulgar pra toda a galera &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;a href=&quot;http://espacodoartista.forumeiros.com/&quot;&gt;http://espacodoartista.forumeiros.com/&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1665217070988134810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/forum-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/1665217070988134810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/1665217070988134810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/forum-amigo.html' title='Forum amigo'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-7822723065239885084</id><published>2011-03-25T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:13:00.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A luz do meu ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnGpGaYFXtzoP_-rmxP2R8PDCCn74rZhqZiYElg-Q6GqWkdbr1gprHgSJtWwoG8TthdswkXFVP_aKsQ2kBNsNjMNDZZG_VwOKgORDjXbljupPKIbnSw5DEqjkI56MuzKUFjhEY9_BhHxQ/s1600/escuro_e_claro.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnGpGaYFXtzoP_-rmxP2R8PDCCn74rZhqZiYElg-Q6GqWkdbr1gprHgSJtWwoG8TthdswkXFVP_aKsQ2kBNsNjMNDZZG_VwOKgORDjXbljupPKIbnSw5DEqjkI56MuzKUFjhEY9_BhHxQ/s320/escuro_e_claro.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A luz se apaga neste momento&lt;br /&gt;
Tento enxergar&lt;br /&gt;
Mas todo lado é escuridão&lt;br /&gt;
Ouço ruídos&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei se vozes ou passos&lt;br /&gt;
- Quem esta ai?&lt;br /&gt;
- Quem ousa invadir o meu falso sossego&lt;br /&gt;
Ninguém responde&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez seja apenas um delírio&lt;br /&gt;
A semana que foi pesada&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não, os ruídos voltam cada vez mais intensos&lt;br /&gt;
Mais no escuro não vejo nada&lt;br /&gt;
- Ei! Por favor, me diga quem é&lt;br /&gt;
- O que queres comigo&lt;br /&gt;
Novamente sem resposta&lt;br /&gt;
Já meio assustado meu corpo sente calafrios&lt;br /&gt;
O que será isso?&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda sem entender ou enxergar algo&lt;br /&gt;
Com um grande medo&lt;br /&gt;
Que me congela os pés&lt;br /&gt;
O suor escorre pela mãos&lt;br /&gt;
Mais uma vez o ruído&lt;br /&gt;
Agora ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;
Sussurra em meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;
- Você !!!&lt;br /&gt;
- Eu o que ?&lt;br /&gt;
Um silencio mortal toma conta de tudo&lt;br /&gt;
- Ei! Volte me diga o quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Ao fim das minhas palavras &lt;br /&gt;
Da escuridão se faz luz&lt;br /&gt;
Tão clara que me cega&lt;br /&gt;
Tão intensa que aquece o ambiente&lt;br /&gt;
Abro os olhos devagar com certa dificuldade&lt;br /&gt;
Olho ao redor e nada&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas minha sombra no chão &lt;br /&gt;
Me sento sobre as pernas &lt;br /&gt;
E a observo ela me parece tão negra do que de costume&lt;br /&gt;
Parece ter vida própria&lt;br /&gt;
Mas responde a meus movimentos&lt;br /&gt;
Então olhos fixamente pra onde deveriam estar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Minhas pálpebras pesam&lt;br /&gt;
Um peso descomunal &lt;br /&gt;
O voz volta não sei de onde&lt;br /&gt;
Mais já é tarde &lt;br /&gt;
Tombo de lado&lt;br /&gt;
Ouvindo ao longe seu sussurrar&lt;br /&gt;
- Você!... ocê....sssouu..... euuuu.......&lt;br /&gt;
Acordo suado em minha cama   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Autor: Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7822723065239885084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/luz-se-apaga-neste-momento-tento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/7822723065239885084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/7822723065239885084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/luz-se-apaga-neste-momento-tento.html' title='A luz do meu ser'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnGpGaYFXtzoP_-rmxP2R8PDCCn74rZhqZiYElg-Q6GqWkdbr1gprHgSJtWwoG8TthdswkXFVP_aKsQ2kBNsNjMNDZZG_VwOKgORDjXbljupPKIbnSw5DEqjkI56MuzKUFjhEY9_BhHxQ/s72-c/escuro_e_claro.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-6513939188047289772</id><published>2011-03-25T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:15:45.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu canto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJbaFJ_PP-ePhgXf0OEp6nwfIpYjQiP3t3GCFBeu1TsZxtdYNcI6KR7EvruDDDiL-peIHqK54EV6ht-cc0UUmsdAKpdHC-tRTQgdxejLTE3r1FI4HzFgu06EaT0N4jYK9Lx1PcPZii4Fg/s1600/microfone.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;233&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJbaFJ_PP-ePhgXf0OEp6nwfIpYjQiP3t3GCFBeu1TsZxtdYNcI6KR7EvruDDDiL-peIHqK54EV6ht-cc0UUmsdAKpdHC-tRTQgdxejLTE3r1FI4HzFgu06EaT0N4jYK9Lx1PcPZii4Fg/s320/microfone.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quero meu canto&lt;br /&gt;
Onde possa ter a minha cara&lt;br /&gt;
Colocar minha tralha&lt;br /&gt;
Quero meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;
Onde eu possa meditar&lt;br /&gt;
Viajar nos pensamento&lt;br /&gt;
Sem pessoas, sem lamentos&lt;br /&gt;
Quero um espaço&lt;br /&gt;
Pra chamar de meu&lt;br /&gt;
Onde possa escrever minhas canções&lt;br /&gt;
Longe dos problemas da vida&lt;br /&gt;
Quero viajar no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;
Deitado sobre o vento&lt;br /&gt;
Pode ser qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;
Quero ainda no final do dia&lt;br /&gt;
Soprar canções e descansar&lt;br /&gt;
Pois este&lt;br /&gt;
Este é meu canto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas trabalho ferrado&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas matem o estado&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas pequeno salário&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas mantém pessoas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas la no congresso&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas regalias e propina&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas se dizem honestos&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas roubam pessoas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas grande poder&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas lhe sobem a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas pura arrogância&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas discriminam pessoas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas debaixo da ponte&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas descaso geral&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas fome, miséria&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas enriquecem pessoas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas violência barata&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas armas em punho&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas fardas ou não &lt;br /&gt;
Pessoas matam pessoas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Autor: Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5492703999783766617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/5492703999783766617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/5492703999783766617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/pessoas.html' title='Pessoas'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxhYfX81LyKkN4mhOBIjcGiOFIFoaM6p1CpP7EujrGBMexPXtvpg4m4mlxWbvGRyqoC_SG2rO8EnpPTQ4nFWPpJKJqD6fUs1bJURNA-6nnP99DyvZ17s9XIlCfxZ1tkEVlNM_QF-jk2A/s72-c/sim-nao.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-1521599019205093034</id><published>2011-03-19T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:50:09.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nua, Crua e Fatal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWSLa4EZFCUl1WPe1UmCVaTByu7ylxayq6I1pVeSSICia2GhXEX7_zKg9QkSv-ZK5p0t9OYWqlUnX391czS_taKdKVZlqe7nKHHDF9Bhpte725-Mzl1URoIDiPO3eSQTVqP2CPBJmZgQ/s1600/rosa_sangue.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWSLa4EZFCUl1WPe1UmCVaTByu7ylxayq6I1pVeSSICia2GhXEX7_zKg9QkSv-ZK5p0t9OYWqlUnX391czS_taKdKVZlqe7nKHHDF9Bhpte725-Mzl1URoIDiPO3eSQTVqP2CPBJmZgQ/s320/rosa_sangue.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Vamos me digam &lt;br /&gt;
Sem pensar muito nas conseqüências&lt;br /&gt;
Sem ver a seqüência do filme&lt;br /&gt;
Qual a verdadeira face da sociedade?&lt;br /&gt;
Qual é a idade do fim?&lt;br /&gt;
Quando deve ter o inicio?&lt;br /&gt;
Deixamos o sangue escorrer &lt;br /&gt;
Novo, belo ,puro&lt;br /&gt;
Seguros que não é problema nosso&lt;br /&gt;
Posso lhes garantir &lt;br /&gt;
Um dia ele bate a sua porta&lt;br /&gt;
Arranca-lhe vida&lt;br /&gt;
Rouba sua alma&lt;br /&gt;
Te deixa trancado &lt;br /&gt;
Aprisionado dentro de você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;
Dizendo pra você se calar&lt;br /&gt;
E esperar a próxima novela&lt;br /&gt;
Dentro de sua própria cela&lt;br /&gt;
Cerrado em grades quentes&lt;br /&gt;
Tal como o coração &lt;br /&gt;
Que arde em ódio &lt;br /&gt;
Solitário teme que um dia seja a próxima vitima&lt;br /&gt;
Desta nossa realidade&lt;br /&gt;
Nua , crua e fatal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Autor : Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1521599019205093034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/nua-crua-e-fatal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/1521599019205093034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/1521599019205093034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/nua-crua-e-fatal.html' title='Nua, Crua e Fatal'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWSLa4EZFCUl1WPe1UmCVaTByu7ylxayq6I1pVeSSICia2GhXEX7_zKg9QkSv-ZK5p0t9OYWqlUnX391czS_taKdKVZlqe7nKHHDF9Bhpte725-Mzl1URoIDiPO3eSQTVqP2CPBJmZgQ/s72-c/rosa_sangue.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-6287813378661274231</id><published>2011-03-19T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T10:33:47.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janela aberta pra alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFP6ng7VvegsTuNYn5zf-BmXKtDM8cSGWXzd_3bgLFZluVUJLmPJF4ZSE5mosXhnx5wAhZMJHwRNFuxqYGO5rpqP_0VyTpBq97_cANpJNtWA7AJTMhTfd0zI8Bun4r_hIXNPAeuLXb93k/s1600/felicidade.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFP6ng7VvegsTuNYn5zf-BmXKtDM8cSGWXzd_3bgLFZluVUJLmPJF4ZSE5mosXhnx5wAhZMJHwRNFuxqYGO5rpqP_0VyTpBq97_cANpJNtWA7AJTMhTfd0zI8Bun4r_hIXNPAeuLXb93k/s320/felicidade.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585829156354478082&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Olhe as flores na janela&lt;br /&gt;
Multi coloridas&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez o reflexo do arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;
Que se abre no céu azul&lt;br /&gt;
Ouvindo o som dos pássaros&lt;br /&gt;
Sinta a paz de uma folha caindo&lt;br /&gt;
Sinta a brisa refrescante&lt;br /&gt;
Do perfume das flores&lt;br /&gt;
Navegue sobre o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;
Deite em nuvens de algodão&lt;br /&gt;
Doce é o momento com você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;
Calmo como um lago de águas cristalinas&lt;br /&gt;
Dourado a luz do sol&lt;br /&gt;
O mundo esta girando&lt;br /&gt;
Em uma constante transformação&lt;br /&gt;
Viva este momento&lt;br /&gt;
Sinta toda a emoção&lt;br /&gt;
Deixe a vida te levar&lt;br /&gt;
Mar a dentro&lt;br /&gt;
Um mar de possibilidades&lt;br /&gt;
Mar de coisas boas&lt;br /&gt;
Um mar sem fim&lt;br /&gt;
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Autores : Thamires Gonçalves e Renato S. Lima&lt;br /&gt;
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Blog da Thamires: &lt;a href=&quot;http://memorythatha.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://memorythatha.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6287813378661274231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/janela-aberta-pra-alma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/6287813378661274231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/6287813378661274231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/janela-aberta-pra-alma.html' title='Janela aberta pra alma'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFP6ng7VvegsTuNYn5zf-BmXKtDM8cSGWXzd_3bgLFZluVUJLmPJF4ZSE5mosXhnx5wAhZMJHwRNFuxqYGO5rpqP_0VyTpBq97_cANpJNtWA7AJTMhTfd0zI8Bun4r_hIXNPAeuLXb93k/s72-c/felicidade.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-4984955237919875029</id><published>2011-03-17T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:49:44.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyEBvvmUl1IYm5s9zrV8Y7-L5fU398hDnGosY4ER6IJCznsYA0CYfj48lqd1CgpOBbRFfjAaZV2uJL3-zWBtP0DJwhyphenhyphenlT96PleKtyIjB72n_etXSYhNvZa3ytnEcKua1B2wNA62R3EBM/s1600/8967sonhos1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyEBvvmUl1IYm5s9zrV8Y7-L5fU398hDnGosY4ER6IJCznsYA0CYfj48lqd1CgpOBbRFfjAaZV2uJL3-zWBtP0DJwhyphenhyphenlT96PleKtyIjB72n_etXSYhNvZa3ytnEcKua1B2wNA62R3EBM/s320/8967sonhos1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585259165132636514&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me peguei pensando sobre o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ser tão inconstante.&lt;br /&gt;Horas parecem voar,&lt;br /&gt;Hora parece parado.&lt;br /&gt;Estacado&lt;br /&gt;No chão.&lt;br /&gt;Um ser divino,&lt;br /&gt;Alado,&lt;br /&gt;Que gira em torno de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Um redemoinho &lt;br /&gt;Memórias&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças guardadas.&lt;br /&gt;Que gera a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Faz menino homem,&lt;br /&gt;Cria vilões,&lt;br /&gt;Mata heróis.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que guia a Terra,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com seu próprio julgamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4984955237919875029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/4984955237919875029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/4984955237919875029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-tempo.html' title='O Tempo'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyEBvvmUl1IYm5s9zrV8Y7-L5fU398hDnGosY4ER6IJCznsYA0CYfj48lqd1CgpOBbRFfjAaZV2uJL3-zWBtP0DJwhyphenhyphenlT96PleKtyIjB72n_etXSYhNvZa3ytnEcKua1B2wNA62R3EBM/s72-c/8967sonhos1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-545375425860976552</id><published>2011-03-14T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:48:52.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelho d&#39;agua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCzclWNjXsCSAj0L7kopth_829-_UsfuZpSgOgeehcstn1ypf7XO6VAgRe38eZQrX0LFJowS_v3ExtW36hhyphenhyphenV5Uazqo6_YOKjqhDrOWapP6mloO5-KQvC-8wJH35LYDRm99sJTrnsA-s/s1600/zzzh1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCzclWNjXsCSAj0L7kopth_829-_UsfuZpSgOgeehcstn1ypf7XO6VAgRe38eZQrX0LFJowS_v3ExtW36hhyphenhyphenV5Uazqo6_YOKjqhDrOWapP6mloO5-KQvC-8wJH35LYDRm99sJTrnsA-s/s320/zzzh1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584082596327230786&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me de um dia&lt;br /&gt;Um dia que seja &lt;br /&gt;Pra eu ver meu futuro&lt;br /&gt;E pensar no meu passado&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe assim fazer meu presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de uma hora&lt;br /&gt;Uma hora que seja&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder ver o sol se por&lt;br /&gt;E sentir a brisa que sopra da serra&lt;br /&gt;Ou a maresia na imensidão do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero apenas um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Um segundo me basta&lt;br /&gt;Pra olhar no fundo de seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Enxergar no fundo de sua alma&lt;br /&gt;Ver se realmente és meu reflexo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Renato S. 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Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7796696814651394864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/cinema-mudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/7796696814651394864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/7796696814651394864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/cinema-mudo.html' title='Cinema Mudo'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbaYZWWsmt44EiBfobXfffWp7k09xFjyi-FNwa41DcR7QGlziSXx3Nj0ZLb0y656iQPiJkKaOsyqZp8fEfgZlAdxfy7bxYEppo88WQ5eL30u9HxKmYRYeR4n5is0jB2A0JGyFn-0jxt0/s72-c/26ane02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-845424517225461017</id><published>2011-03-08T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:42:52.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24F05f02GM8gVBlzGOcr_2a5gEv9izdKncNo2iUqw9bxgn_uUCB5Xh-gxk7h5HgZp6oWuVxQA5U7SqEv9MrqgAXdgpoMOaGY1QELVVPQJvG9iL17oRaeRP94opIW1wQxKd-TxcVG6dzU/s1600/sem_destino.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24F05f02GM8gVBlzGOcr_2a5gEv9izdKncNo2iUqw9bxgn_uUCB5Xh-gxk7h5HgZp6oWuVxQA5U7SqEv9MrqgAXdgpoMOaGY1QELVVPQJvG9iL17oRaeRP94opIW1wQxKd-TxcVG6dzU/s320/sem_destino.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581815914741264882&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nos fez forte&lt;br /&gt;Nos deu sorte&lt;br /&gt;Pois frente a frente&lt;br /&gt;Solitários, carentes&lt;br /&gt;Nos fez destinos &lt;br /&gt;Nos fez crianças &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moça&lt;br /&gt;O que é o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Nada é seguro&lt;br /&gt;E agora se depara&lt;br /&gt;Sozinhos, cara a cara&lt;br /&gt;Nos fez cretinos &lt;br /&gt;Nos deu esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é o destino&lt;br /&gt;Que me fez menino&lt;br /&gt;Te revelo o mistério&lt;br /&gt;Te levo a serio&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz amigos&lt;br /&gt;Nos fez repousar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/845424517225461017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/m.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/845424517225461017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/845424517225461017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/m.html' title='M'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24F05f02GM8gVBlzGOcr_2a5gEv9izdKncNo2iUqw9bxgn_uUCB5Xh-gxk7h5HgZp6oWuVxQA5U7SqEv9MrqgAXdgpoMOaGY1QELVVPQJvG9iL17oRaeRP94opIW1wQxKd-TxcVG6dzU/s72-c/sem_destino.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-6377101828857308457</id><published>2011-03-08T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:42:08.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beleza da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIHVGxYawDRC7ca4w8D62_POiLuYm39-wpSP9NwtcCjkqxcd6bIapF9qdH-K3ryeHpunG4XgbJGfmezqRGhb4YHkRykua11rn2UDo7pM3Hty41AlrVqKYo4PoVqY2pA8IflNQ5ApTiM0/s1600/http___d_yimg_com_gg_u_90c891c51f6a206bd0737840499cdfeac794ee2f.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIHVGxYawDRC7ca4w8D62_POiLuYm39-wpSP9NwtcCjkqxcd6bIapF9qdH-K3ryeHpunG4XgbJGfmezqRGhb4YHkRykua11rn2UDo7pM3Hty41AlrVqKYo4PoVqY2pA8IflNQ5ApTiM0/s320/http___d_yimg_com_gg_u_90c891c51f6a206bd0737840499cdfeac794ee2f.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581766033807745986&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza da vida esta nos mínimos detalhes&lt;br /&gt;Em pequenos gestos&lt;br /&gt;Em grandes ações&lt;br /&gt;Escondido em meio a multidões&lt;br /&gt;Na solidão da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras com verdades&lt;br /&gt;Acima do céu cinzento&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo do mar salgado&lt;br /&gt;No ar que respiramos&lt;br /&gt;Está no canto dos pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Nos agudos das guitarras&lt;br /&gt;No grave do meu baixo&lt;br /&gt;Na manha de céu azul&lt;br /&gt;Logo após a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;No começo das canções&lt;br /&gt;No final destas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Acima da maldade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Renato S. 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Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5943140505319903384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/devaneio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/5943140505319903384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/5943140505319903384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/devaneio.html' title='Devaneio'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQw1U337tUU3B966h1_KRRwbE_bsFRBNRx_ee_3_K2s7gMfn6qsfk78jSHy6bhYwf9vdWkd9T7mrGbk9vPfTnVH797zRU3yjFsJxO5xjkl5oSt9O-IHPSzw1pldvvC-TRVa_v_fYUX3UA/s72-c/caminho-de-pincel.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-7043550546886786184</id><published>2011-03-05T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:40:33.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnZqILvl9m13-f2fX487Kev6RNOU4_liTnmTGDuQq8dbiGs6CoPAiB1xVi0koffS00tDfMAXVYYUvdPcqqgrYnVSkB1bcCKuYJ1qnNG5w_5OMVXkUN_Y5YKGMsZTMzRSppXj_JaUgLTA/s1600/desenho-infinito.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnZqILvl9m13-f2fX487Kev6RNOU4_liTnmTGDuQq8dbiGs6CoPAiB1xVi0koffS00tDfMAXVYYUvdPcqqgrYnVSkB1bcCKuYJ1qnNG5w_5OMVXkUN_Y5YKGMsZTMzRSppXj_JaUgLTA/s320/desenho-infinito.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580718012344309394&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando calo&lt;br /&gt;Torno-me homem&lt;br /&gt;Torno-me garoto&lt;br /&gt;Torno-me mistério&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando falo&lt;br /&gt;Faço amigos&lt;br /&gt;Faço versos&lt;br /&gt;Faço vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois só assim me aguento&lt;br /&gt;Só assim eu me aturo&lt;br /&gt;Juro que sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Meu ego &lt;br /&gt;Meu egoísmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vivo&lt;br /&gt;Sou aprendiz&lt;br /&gt;Sou mestre&lt;br /&gt;Sou ator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto morro&lt;br /&gt;Me sufoco&lt;br /&gt;Me desfaço&lt;br /&gt;Me encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no meu momento&lt;br /&gt;Calado no meu escuro&lt;br /&gt;Seguro no breu&lt;br /&gt;Da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Minha calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7043550546886786184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/7043550546886786184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/7043550546886786184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnZqILvl9m13-f2fX487Kev6RNOU4_liTnmTGDuQq8dbiGs6CoPAiB1xVi0koffS00tDfMAXVYYUvdPcqqgrYnVSkB1bcCKuYJ1qnNG5w_5OMVXkUN_Y5YKGMsZTMzRSppXj_JaUgLTA/s72-c/desenho-infinito.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-3437614111789095737</id><published>2011-03-05T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:39:58.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos Pedaços</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2VSBQ2qH_igDOZQHvyt4TKJtXfeCrlQIGLQsui9GCbkw4mrOCFG0hLjazDc9nQsnbZH_DXWSyGrBSC9-ocShCy8LXj-rrvUtC_1hU8I4GFauvWaByn0RdPhLYdOEp061Z5qSO7FqamA/s1600/quebra-cabeca-de-rosto-c7055.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2VSBQ2qH_igDOZQHvyt4TKJtXfeCrlQIGLQsui9GCbkw4mrOCFG0hLjazDc9nQsnbZH_DXWSyGrBSC9-ocShCy8LXj-rrvUtC_1hU8I4GFauvWaByn0RdPhLYdOEp061Z5qSO7FqamA/s320/quebra-cabeca-de-rosto-c7055.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580686204647182978&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida vazia&lt;br /&gt;Paz na esquina&lt;br /&gt;Guerra fria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em transe&lt;br /&gt;Livros secretos na estante&lt;br /&gt;Escorre o sangue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV ligada&lt;br /&gt;Luz da casa apagada&lt;br /&gt;Mortos   na estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada interessante&lt;br /&gt;Escuro constante&lt;br /&gt;Negro diamante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundo em alerta&lt;br /&gt;Portas entreabertas&lt;br /&gt;Lacuna deserta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Esqueleto no armário&lt;br /&gt;Confronto ilegítimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3437614111789095737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/aos-pedacos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/3437614111789095737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/3437614111789095737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/aos-pedacos.html' title='Aos Pedaços'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2VSBQ2qH_igDOZQHvyt4TKJtXfeCrlQIGLQsui9GCbkw4mrOCFG0hLjazDc9nQsnbZH_DXWSyGrBSC9-ocShCy8LXj-rrvUtC_1hU8I4GFauvWaByn0RdPhLYdOEp061Z5qSO7FqamA/s72-c/quebra-cabeca-de-rosto-c7055.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-1571308855649132153</id><published>2011-03-04T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:39:21.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23d2VI9fznOqR4ngcRNAxKabUZBO9TNwxamdmpAaFcBA5Bogz2Uh05yFhtb2QiqjOQIu8Ppy1-Boz0NaZ1zbPng-O3K3Idlk0E3ciMyI4GG96D1-3-wDIeMIY3UsYdnPYugZlZg10X1I/s1600/dualidade.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23d2VI9fznOqR4ngcRNAxKabUZBO9TNwxamdmpAaFcBA5Bogz2Uh05yFhtb2QiqjOQIu8Ppy1-Boz0NaZ1zbPng-O3K3Idlk0E3ciMyI4GG96D1-3-wDIeMIY3UsYdnPYugZlZg10X1I/s320/dualidade.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580402209270590642&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém tem mais segredos que ela&lt;br /&gt;Ela chega tão pequena&lt;br /&gt;E se vai tão sorrateira e silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;Muda seu nome e aumenta mais nossas duvidas&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz pensar q a conhecemos&lt;br /&gt;Ai ele vem o nos surpreende de alguma maneira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com cada um faz de maneiras distintas&lt;br /&gt;Algumas se cruzam na jornada&lt;br /&gt;Outras vagam só &lt;br /&gt;No segredo do escuro&lt;br /&gt;Pra ninguém ver &lt;br /&gt;E ter dó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enganam os pensam que a conhece&lt;br /&gt;Ela já tem seu esquema pra cada um&lt;br /&gt;Pra alguns poderosa, pra outros banal&lt;br /&gt;Por nos deixar duvidas , um ser egoísta&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo tudo q queremos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre nos faz dançar sua dança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1571308855649132153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/1571308855649132153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/1571308855649132153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/vida.html' title='A Vida'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23d2VI9fznOqR4ngcRNAxKabUZBO9TNwxamdmpAaFcBA5Bogz2Uh05yFhtb2QiqjOQIu8Ppy1-Boz0NaZ1zbPng-O3K3Idlk0E3ciMyI4GG96D1-3-wDIeMIY3UsYdnPYugZlZg10X1I/s72-c/dualidade.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-1121045391733567742</id><published>2011-03-03T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:39:04.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfK4le0fTN93j0v4JJJ-ni-MuGtkJPHpObzhB0qxGAiy-B6Z_FLqVLptoKU3XJcGiKtyEJ7cdTqIySM0oG10fKDny7GuPy0kqbqRTQqOhLZPoPerqhNk1cxXip5fHHaJ432zYIGybIFaU/s1600/anjo%255B1%255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfK4le0fTN93j0v4JJJ-ni-MuGtkJPHpObzhB0qxGAiy-B6Z_FLqVLptoKU3XJcGiKtyEJ7cdTqIySM0oG10fKDny7GuPy0kqbqRTQqOhLZPoPerqhNk1cxXip5fHHaJ432zYIGybIFaU/s320/anjo%255B1%255D.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580039713219001362&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa noite&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo &lt;br /&gt;Ao me visitar&lt;br /&gt;Me fez falar da vida&lt;br /&gt;Me fez contar segredos&lt;br /&gt;Guardados a sete chaves&lt;br /&gt;Confiei em abrir o baú empoeirado&lt;br /&gt;Deixar se ver no fundo da alma&lt;br /&gt;Como que por ordem&lt;br /&gt;Por destino&lt;br /&gt;Os segredos se revelam &lt;br /&gt;Não tão secretos assim&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo instante&lt;br /&gt;Com a asa ferida &lt;br /&gt;O anjo também se fez revelar&lt;br /&gt;Se fez silencio&lt;br /&gt;Se fez sereno&lt;br /&gt;Se fez amigo&lt;br /&gt;Cúmplice&lt;br /&gt;Se fez a arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Renato S. Lima</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1121045391733567742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/arte.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/1121045391733567742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871263571344202693/posts/default/1121045391733567742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frasessoltasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/03/arte.html' title='Arte'/><author><name>Renato_lima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12187174907008695232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTP-Z9xwh_GbEuOjN8mDVEBnm2HvlvDFQ-CeWLbu683HXos8RHBSEwrSQRjYmdTR8whxxwG4u_5YtbAPt3TADV-afCB3NR_H0zaDzxxEksB-3y8RqpxABwPURPs2j_Fg/s220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfK4le0fTN93j0v4JJJ-ni-MuGtkJPHpObzhB0qxGAiy-B6Z_FLqVLptoKU3XJcGiKtyEJ7cdTqIySM0oG10fKDny7GuPy0kqbqRTQqOhLZPoPerqhNk1cxXip5fHHaJ432zYIGybIFaU/s72-c/anjo%255B1%255D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871263571344202693.post-7811216940661443963</id><published>2011-03-01T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:38:11.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Outro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGZD7I_TQHbMgmzmkQosqWfCi8a8AeqYAO7_f7PrllLJ05M9JSU6StLr2T4z6UIuSOjSD3-EMCAa1i3dvytO57G8av22hICT1xC8TNrD1ST_JBaIdUEtyh9RUsVQi8M43C5KyEYhOfz8/s1600/57223.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGZD7I_TQHbMgmzmkQosqWfCi8a8AeqYAO7_f7PrllLJ05M9JSU6StLr2T4z6UIuSOjSD3-EMCAa1i3dvytO57G8av22hICT1xC8TNrD1ST_JBaIdUEtyh9RUsVQi8M43C5KyEYhOfz8/s320/57223.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579317451286456738&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Solidão&lt;br /&gt;Minha bebida que desce amarga,&lt;br /&gt;Queima em minhas veias&lt;br /&gt;Para cobrir as feridas&lt;br /&gt;Feridas que a sociedade abriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Pertence aos falsos amantes&lt;br /&gt;Nessa minha busca por amores,&lt;br /&gt;Amores que rasgam minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nada tem sentido pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes pareço o passado&lt;br /&gt;Que me vem cobrar o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Futuro que ainda é incerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O êxtase&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se vim do pó,&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu ar só cobre de ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;Euforia passageira da queda livre.&lt;br /&gt;Livre talvez não seja ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fim&lt;br /&gt;Qual meu início em tudo?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não queira meu destino,&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo seja ao meu tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Tempo bom pra ver o sol se por.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Renato S. 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