<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2026 06:32:53 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Biblioteca de Memórias: Apenas Viva!</title><description></description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gustavo Pereira)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><copyright>Welcome</copyright><itunes:keywords>Gustavo,Silva</itunes:keywords><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:category text="Society &amp; Culture"><itunes:category text="Philosophy"/></itunes:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>gug_14@hotmail.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-482341388867314693</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2021 03:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-01-30T19:41:44.262-08:00</atom:updated><title>Descrição do Blog</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olá, bem vindos a você que por acaso caiu aqui de paraquedas depois desta data (31/01/2021).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Este é um breve resumo da descrição deste blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAH9R_JIdX2zF5DwtliResUTtUzc3S-eI5Oo117YX95CyhVl8f9jhsIZgxIP4_v9vXj8egmoUwh0hnwbnGTgR9ClkUfWk5Vq16TO_NKl0_39iDtH-uzt_fdFqY6p-G4ayklE_YuD-g2S0/s1024/mem%25C3%25B3rias.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAH9R_JIdX2zF5DwtliResUTtUzc3S-eI5Oo117YX95CyhVl8f9jhsIZgxIP4_v9vXj8egmoUwh0hnwbnGTgR9ClkUfWk5Vq16TO_NKl0_39iDtH-uzt_fdFqY6p-G4ayklE_YuD-g2S0/w200-h200/mem%25C3%25B3rias.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, assim do nada, me deu vontade de atualizar, escrever e fazer várias coisas neste blog; porém pensando melhor decidir deixar este blog como uma BIBLIOTECA DE MEMÓRIAS. A intenção é não atualizar textos, para que fique aqui memórias de quem eu fui e da construção do meu eu ao longo destes tantos textos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A outra ideia é que fique aqui para que meus filhos em algum momento vejam como era o pai deles na adolescência e riem de cada texto, cada comentários e etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HOJE, pensei em criar um novo Blog, neste novo blog, sim, irei atualizar os melhores textos antigos, e escrever novos textos, novas histórias e novas dicas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atualizações feitas neste blog: Algumas imagens que se perderam e removi algumas letras de músicas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Link: Em construção.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gustavo Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2021/01/descricao-do-blog.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAH9R_JIdX2zF5DwtliResUTtUzc3S-eI5Oo117YX95CyhVl8f9jhsIZgxIP4_v9vXj8egmoUwh0hnwbnGTgR9ClkUfWk5Vq16TO_NKl0_39iDtH-uzt_fdFqY6p-G4ayklE_YuD-g2S0/s72-w200-h200-c/mem%25C3%25B3rias.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-4885333294498925631</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jul 2013 04:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-19T21:17:16.588-07:00</atom:updated><title>Amor, Com Amor!</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVLhYDHqHYXSbP5IjqEmbTRGs8tIOd4btGVhxQqpwOwuWD2qWIVSXy9HInkWsT4gcXcnfYmOJAKo9RKHG-Ow_aEjnkRWmukYr6HXGmPV2qAOSiYfHqwNlg1KZMDB94y58L7orEc9xPHJup/s1600/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3ogarrafa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVLhYDHqHYXSbP5IjqEmbTRGs8tIOd4btGVhxQqpwOwuWD2qWIVSXy9HInkWsT4gcXcnfYmOJAKo9RKHG-Ow_aEjnkRWmukYr6HXGmPV2qAOSiYfHqwNlg1KZMDB94y58L7orEc9xPHJup/s320/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3ogarrafa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AhhH o amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei bem o que é o amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Amar é querer estar perto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;É querer abraçar e nunca mais soltar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Amar é tornar um simples olhar em um espetáculo de luzes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;cintilantes e dançantes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;é fazer&amp;nbsp;do sorriso&amp;nbsp;um universo de possibilidades.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Amar é querer o bem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;É procurar fazer o outro feliz para, só assim, se sentir além&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;das fronteiras da mais sublime alegria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Mas amar também é despedida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;amar é distância em loucas circunstâncias;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;E Hoje eu só&amp;nbsp;quero uma coisa:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ouvir, o que parece não ser necessário ser dito,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Quero dizer em ações o que ainda não fui capaz de resumir em palavras!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Porque Tudo isto?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Simples.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entendi que mais do que amar alguém,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;é preciso aprender&amp;nbsp; a preservar o amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gleiciane&amp;nbsp;Soares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2013/07/amor-com-amor.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVLhYDHqHYXSbP5IjqEmbTRGs8tIOd4btGVhxQqpwOwuWD2qWIVSXy9HInkWsT4gcXcnfYmOJAKo9RKHG-Ow_aEjnkRWmukYr6HXGmPV2qAOSiYfHqwNlg1KZMDB94y58L7orEc9xPHJup/s72-c/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3ogarrafa.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-1318225238378871361</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Mar 2013 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-29T21:57:23.788-07:00</atom:updated><title>Viva um dia após o outro</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7eCxcVydc10ep9a2Ojn1r28d7tkyajVrgB62jVZs4MW1jbnj9S90QZq74MJy2OQB-YGWd0d56vQJAqjel8pomq6qs1IYi6VPFIitIutqty2tgQkdSXXo95gIlyYB_co59pNOalHJVUEn/s1600/carpe+diem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7eCxcVydc10ep9a2Ojn1r28d7tkyajVrgB62jVZs4MW1jbnj9S90QZq74MJy2OQB-YGWd0d56vQJAqjel8pomq6qs1IYi6VPFIitIutqty2tgQkdSXXo95gIlyYB_co59pNOalHJVUEn/s200/carpe+diem.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Viva um dia
após o outro,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não olho pare o passado, ou para o futuro distante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vida está
passando bem debaixo de seus olhos fechados. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000; color: white;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000; color: white;"&gt;egue algumas
dicas para não deixar a vida ir embora sem vc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;Não pense&lt;/span&gt; em
ser o melhor, &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;apenas seja&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Não imite&lt;/span&gt; os
outros, tenha personalidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;para dizer sim e não&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não seja
simplesmente mais um, &lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;seja único&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Não tenha
medo de se entregar&lt;/span&gt;, se não der certo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pelo menos você aprendeu o que &lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; fazer
da próxima.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nem sempre
seja destemido,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ser covarde de vez em quando &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;pode salva&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; sua vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;Não seja
duro com as pessoas que ama&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a não ser que elas mereçam,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas lembre: &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;não fale o
que vc não gostaria de ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E para
encerrarmos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lembre-se de ser &lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;sincero para com teus próximos&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sejam estes
inimigos ou amigos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mais importante,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b style="background-color: lime; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;seja sempre sincero para consigo mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2013/03/viva-um-dia-apos-o-outro.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit7eCxcVydc10ep9a2Ojn1r28d7tkyajVrgB62jVZs4MW1jbnj9S90QZq74MJy2OQB-YGWd0d56vQJAqjel8pomq6qs1IYi6VPFIitIutqty2tgQkdSXXo95gIlyYB_co59pNOalHJVUEn/s72-c/carpe+diem.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-2498591793869070017</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-22T20:56:05.611-07:00</atom:updated><title>Estou de Volta</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeEXFKQ-2XgBl4SS2oMFOIz41v4YCjMxoU-UESf4B7R1wksLJCpbjGA-qAPUC51CVbXn3r5dkFJsw09MTaWG8JwmsIxreDDnP3acmVU31H7DZh_TtT09OmRpRg0H8iKrvMJwM8wa12CigG/s1600/volta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeEXFKQ-2XgBl4SS2oMFOIz41v4YCjMxoU-UESf4B7R1wksLJCpbjGA-qAPUC51CVbXn3r5dkFJsw09MTaWG8JwmsIxreDDnP3acmVU31H7DZh_TtT09OmRpRg0H8iKrvMJwM8wa12CigG/s320/volta.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nossa, já fazem quase dois anos que não escrevo nada neste blog.&lt;br /&gt;
Estava com Saudade de escrever para vocês que leem ou já leram meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;
Nestes 2 anos estive me reciclando e amadurecendo mais para a vida, tenho muitas coisas a falar, temas polêmicos e os que eu mais gosto de escrever:&lt;br /&gt;
sobre apenas viver! =)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bem vindo a você que é novo aqui, e olá aos antigos amigos!&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos triplicar o número de membros desta vez ein, assim eu espero néh srsrsrsr&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tenham um ótimo final de semana.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2013/03/estou-de-volta.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeEXFKQ-2XgBl4SS2oMFOIz41v4YCjMxoU-UESf4B7R1wksLJCpbjGA-qAPUC51CVbXn3r5dkFJsw09MTaWG8JwmsIxreDDnP3acmVU31H7DZh_TtT09OmRpRg0H8iKrvMJwM8wa12CigG/s72-c/volta.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-1966425686559759591</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2012 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-12T10:05:57.097-07:00</atom:updated><title>Talvez, apenas  talvez</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9_lIEc9gNsJ8xbcUj7zI6SrtmyNnJRmRIOaPa0zgIFhqlLYqnA9soMQdjLGqF61IGvFvitEQBIL6SwqykibeQcSnJ7B2ivv7exEWxLdVru1Aap0qQbwAWYg5BfUeAacSiF_dSvfuXmIw/s1600/talvez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9_lIEc9gNsJ8xbcUj7zI6SrtmyNnJRmRIOaPa0zgIFhqlLYqnA9soMQdjLGqF61IGvFvitEQBIL6SwqykibeQcSnJ7B2ivv7exEWxLdVru1Aap0qQbwAWYg5BfUeAacSiF_dSvfuXmIw/s320/talvez.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;E no fundo, talvez nunca deixei de ser criança,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;que brinca de imaginar e sonha em sonhar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Talvez, apenas talvez, a criança nunca deixou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;de existir, só&amp;nbsp; foi escondida no fundo mais escuro da alma,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;para que o EU se tornasse em todos e se encaixasse na "linha do tempo da vida" : crescer e prosperar acima de tudo e de todos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Talvez a criança nunca desapareceu,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;apenas se escondeu DO escuro!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2012/06/talvez-apenas-talvez.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9_lIEc9gNsJ8xbcUj7zI6SrtmyNnJRmRIOaPa0zgIFhqlLYqnA9soMQdjLGqF61IGvFvitEQBIL6SwqykibeQcSnJ7B2ivv7exEWxLdVru1Aap0qQbwAWYg5BfUeAacSiF_dSvfuXmIw/s72-c/talvez.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-7625807741606584301</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-12T10:18:02.680-07:00</atom:updated><title>Noite de Ano Novo</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicUrR6Rv7Ju4sdI9fcGBxeFXd3-1jgyB_wg84HsO6SRs1j_dzehF5ScykN-G1Dziysx_XLRq-Mip-Thq08Ch-7QDVYezhbCKXxwxPLeEcnDQEQZhlCWxLTyOAd1GBD63KU8g95Ce7OQ_kP/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicUrR6Rv7Ju4sdI9fcGBxeFXd3-1jgyB_wg84HsO6SRs1j_dzehF5ScykN-G1Dziysx_XLRq-Mip-Thq08Ch-7QDVYezhbCKXxwxPLeEcnDQEQZhlCWxLTyOAd1GBD63KU8g95Ce7OQ_kP/s320/2012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Todos os anos a mesma coisa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;tantos desejos, tantos sonhos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Todos dizem que irão mudar de vida,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mas o mundo sempre continua o mesmo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e o que era pra se tornar melhor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;piora a cada ano.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Se me perguntares o que desejo para o próximo ano talvez poderei te responder muitas coisas,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mas o meu maior desejo é de que dias melhores venham.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Não quero um dia como a noite de ano novo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;cheio de fantasias e sonhos jogados ao ar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;eu quero que seja real tudo que sonhei,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;eu simplesmente quero dias melhores.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/12/noite-de-ano-novo.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicUrR6Rv7Ju4sdI9fcGBxeFXd3-1jgyB_wg84HsO6SRs1j_dzehF5ScykN-G1Dziysx_XLRq-Mip-Thq08Ch-7QDVYezhbCKXxwxPLeEcnDQEQZhlCWxLTyOAd1GBD63KU8g95Ce7OQ_kP/s72-c/2012.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-7441762615416491455</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-12T10:15:13.298-07:00</atom:updated><title>Chuva - Doze de Março</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Chuva, Fenômeno interessante! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFA8Bo2xTI_J6UWHOSetx0DmP6Aw9YhaQiWGiOVUIVgFL-ioNSnMws-Ug9UOLXz447OxEenmV8fczusDTVIXPUUYfckURra14h97fHBIvtf94GXvwLJJmdTSH15xJXCx78EABJ13epVga/s1600/casal-na-chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFA8Bo2xTI_J6UWHOSetx0DmP6Aw9YhaQiWGiOVUIVgFL-ioNSnMws-Ug9UOLXz447OxEenmV8fczusDTVIXPUUYfckURra14h97fHBIvtf94GXvwLJJmdTSH15xJXCx78EABJ13epVga/s320/casal-na-chuva.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como ela pode aproximar tanto as pessoas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Antes tudo não passava de sonhos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e palavrinhas&amp;nbsp;de saudades,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mas naquele dia foi diferente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dia 12 de Março de 2011, depois de&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;muitos olhares vergonhosos e carinhos discretos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;a chuva caí e, debaixo de um guarda-chuvas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;apenas, pude sentir pela primeira vez teu corpo;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;meu coração disparou, meu cérebro congelou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e, naquele momento, tive a certeza que era com ela &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;que queria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;passar o resto da minha vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/10/chuva-doze-de-marco.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFA8Bo2xTI_J6UWHOSetx0DmP6Aw9YhaQiWGiOVUIVgFL-ioNSnMws-Ug9UOLXz447OxEenmV8fczusDTVIXPUUYfckURra14h97fHBIvtf94GXvwLJJmdTSH15xJXCx78EABJ13epVga/s72-c/casal-na-chuva.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-5853193992626265038</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-12T10:22:17.973-07:00</atom:updated><title>Momentos</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Quantos momentos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOXWsTjHb9e_RN7Ocd5IRUBTshWXbIwY6_74v6-bk3IL461bBjdOu5yIideF9QVUfvDqZ6HIRBuc0StZvb2P1A3K9t0MLwYxFaFYFj5bqssCAVJHjsNtrAejm4FI1iBRmaCIpoYZ23led/s1600/momentos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOXWsTjHb9e_RN7Ocd5IRUBTshWXbIwY6_74v6-bk3IL461bBjdOu5yIideF9QVUfvDqZ6HIRBuc0StZvb2P1A3K9t0MLwYxFaFYFj5bqssCAVJHjsNtrAejm4FI1iBRmaCIpoYZ23led/s320/momentos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Quantas brigas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Quanto desespero?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Muitas vezes nos amamos e eternizamos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;momentos em apenas um olhar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Tantas vezes discutimos, nos odiamos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;por nos amarmos, mas sempre em oração&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;para tudo aquilo passar logo e, assim como o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;nascer do sol, nossos sorrisos voltassem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;a se encontrar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Muitos foram o&amp;nbsp;desespero pela saudade,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;pela distância, pela impotência, pelo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sol que nunca nasce e pela lua que não brilha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Tudo foi mágico, tudo foi único,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;tudo se resume em AMOR,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;em vontade de AMAR mais,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;em vontade de abraçar e nunca mais soltar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/10/momentos.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOXWsTjHb9e_RN7Ocd5IRUBTshWXbIwY6_74v6-bk3IL461bBjdOu5yIideF9QVUfvDqZ6HIRBuc0StZvb2P1A3K9t0MLwYxFaFYFj5bqssCAVJHjsNtrAejm4FI1iBRmaCIpoYZ23led/s72-c/momentos.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-1218712174657914315</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-22T21:04:15.241-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tentando Entender (Vídeo)</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todos os dias tento entender esse sentimento que não pára de crescer em meu coração, mas tentando entende-lo descobri que é melhor ainda vive-lo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-7oMM8-kRZsLeCaUCgmY0R37gwaUWdG1ttwBBDTlp5d5KBbNaiD3ooJUgqUf6V_57VqCecDG3h_aM2M6wTJ6Dcf4McjHjsQdRwxJzdmsRG5ijjzMso-3XEtHKVbb5q-rMUqJk5ogmVC4/s1600/vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-7oMM8-kRZsLeCaUCgmY0R37gwaUWdG1ttwBBDTlp5d5KBbNaiD3ooJUgqUf6V_57VqCecDG3h_aM2M6wTJ6Dcf4McjHjsQdRwxJzdmsRG5ijjzMso-3XEtHKVbb5q-rMUqJk5ogmVC4/s200/vida.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/10/tentando-entender.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-7oMM8-kRZsLeCaUCgmY0R37gwaUWdG1ttwBBDTlp5d5KBbNaiD3ooJUgqUf6V_57VqCecDG3h_aM2M6wTJ6Dcf4McjHjsQdRwxJzdmsRG5ijjzMso-3XEtHKVbb5q-rMUqJk5ogmVC4/s72-c/vida.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-8243244124534520591</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-12T10:11:47.371-07:00</atom:updated><title>Liberdade</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Quero ser livre para pensar e decidir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuQPH3xdbfas16zojIad-9xKi0QPJFcCo29Uwx1Hf92Cnk6yUcf6azVdtpWQEhxRwg87JbOjlLJ69Z7GF1V_t68pf006emBDI9hvJ0WhTriiEKzIqJHB2WBIaPavHQXdJnsaW9Yhgc3lk/s1600/Liberdade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuQPH3xdbfas16zojIad-9xKi0QPJFcCo29Uwx1Hf92Cnk6yUcf6azVdtpWQEhxRwg87JbOjlLJ69Z7GF1V_t68pf006emBDI9hvJ0WhTriiEKzIqJHB2WBIaPavHQXdJnsaW9Yhgc3lk/s320/Liberdade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero ser livre para agir e para sorrir;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;para decidir o meu futuro; viver o meu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;presente e brincar do meu passado!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Assim como as folhas voam pelo vento,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;assim como os pássaros cortam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;o azul do céu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Não nasci para a prisão,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mas sim para a liberdade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Liberdade é agir, Liberdade é fazer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mas o mais bonito da liberdade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;é o ato de se fazer livre!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/10/liberdade.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuQPH3xdbfas16zojIad-9xKi0QPJFcCo29Uwx1Hf92Cnk6yUcf6azVdtpWQEhxRwg87JbOjlLJ69Z7GF1V_t68pf006emBDI9hvJ0WhTriiEKzIqJHB2WBIaPavHQXdJnsaW9Yhgc3lk/s72-c/Liberdade.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-3486137960866565326</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-06T06:44:43.954-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fotografia</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFO_yOmG_pAWAO4d44tnpj8wwk6VNpJnn_NlWE2IfwLucvL-NyF0L_hmtpZPDWJPm5GFMGfpKn1z5rgDbBKiJ_zD7dUVr_pxS4-xEL6De3KVv7Exw5lqhKGCH75nlxxm5G_Ynmu5lmoN6/s1600/fotografia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFO_yOmG_pAWAO4d44tnpj8wwk6VNpJnn_NlWE2IfwLucvL-NyF0L_hmtpZPDWJPm5GFMGfpKn1z5rgDbBKiJ_zD7dUVr_pxS4-xEL6De3KVv7Exw5lqhKGCH75nlxxm5G_Ynmu5lmoN6/s320/fotografia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olho para nossas fotos e só vejo sorrisos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e de uma foto a outra as recordações começam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ganhar vida&amp;nbsp;em minha mente:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Quantos momentos, quantos sorrisos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;quantas alegrias! Tudo Perfeito!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Porque a vida não pode ser como fotografias?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Porque há tanta tristeza de um dia ao outro?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Não importa...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Só quero viver belas fotografias,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;fazer história todos os dias,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;só quero mesmo é ser feliz com você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/10/fotografia.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFO_yOmG_pAWAO4d44tnpj8wwk6VNpJnn_NlWE2IfwLucvL-NyF0L_hmtpZPDWJPm5GFMGfpKn1z5rgDbBKiJ_zD7dUVr_pxS4-xEL6De3KVv7Exw5lqhKGCH75nlxxm5G_Ynmu5lmoN6/s72-c/fotografia.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-5374572426084016865</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-05T20:02:35.750-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vida</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnt3EEjmfrPLw2WWZK-DArKHfS4pb-GucsQH2-T2U4OxH991ezgVHHAnJ3GmYpYnrkbl5jQPeF5NV8dq1irGQppklnZ-GwVvX8NLOvwf9UARbHW0nHiMH_DNtBke24sZlwk-NYHTAoWlMU/s1600/vida1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnt3EEjmfrPLw2WWZK-DArKHfS4pb-GucsQH2-T2U4OxH991ezgVHHAnJ3GmYpYnrkbl5jQPeF5NV8dq1irGQppklnZ-GwVvX8NLOvwf9UARbHW0nHiMH_DNtBke24sZlwk-NYHTAoWlMU/s320/vida1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque tudo na vida é um mistério?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Porque não conseguimos entender&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;todo os motivos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;E porque temos de lutar tanto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;para nada alcançar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Eu não tenho nenhuma destas respostas,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;APENAS VIVO... Nem sempre com um olhar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;positivo das coisas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mas continuo a viver,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;e por mais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;que a esperança tente fugir de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;minhas mão, eu ainda creio que terei um&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;final feliz, ou seja, o início de uma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;nova éra irá acontecer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/10/vida.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnt3EEjmfrPLw2WWZK-DArKHfS4pb-GucsQH2-T2U4OxH991ezgVHHAnJ3GmYpYnrkbl5jQPeF5NV8dq1irGQppklnZ-GwVvX8NLOvwf9UARbHW0nHiMH_DNtBke24sZlwk-NYHTAoWlMU/s72-c/vida1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-5738204677790279222</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2011 03:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-04T20:51:39.257-07:00</atom:updated><title>Chuva e Chocolate-quente</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77V7pU_aRfOIqVLCrKW4RWrhDuERCulRjisheyvsMwhJyggqMz9Jv5GAAccRHaXOevJZXYybzo0FneU-Wjub3iJ_YmITPypKUYAm92oN2uVXlpWiS0ZvnWRNHnHPE33dJiZex2ZWHwAW-/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77V7pU_aRfOIqVLCrKW4RWrhDuERCulRjisheyvsMwhJyggqMz9Jv5GAAccRHaXOevJZXYybzo0FneU-Wjub3iJ_YmITPypKUYAm92oN2uVXlpWiS0ZvnWRNHnHPE33dJiZex2ZWHwAW-/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gotas que caem do céu,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;gotas que lavam a terra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;gotas que me arrebatam para um lugar imaginário;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;onde sentado na varanda ouço o bule assobiar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;é o chocolate-quente que está a ferventar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Escuto passos em minha direção, passos leves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e seguros que desaparecem ao ranger da porta;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e como mágica surge uma mão entregando-me uma xícara e,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;num segundo tenho meus lábios beijados.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Foi tudo tão rápido que não vi seu rosto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;"Quem foi está moça abusada que interrompe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;meu silêncio e ainda me beija?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Um gole após o outro e a resposta surge, como&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;um coelho que sai de uma cartola, era a minha amada,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;impossível ser outra pessoa, pois só ela quem prepara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;um chocolate-quente assim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;logo pude perceber que não estava em um lugar imaginário,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;estava em casa, não no presente real&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mas no futuro verdadeiro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/10/chuva-e-chocolate-quente.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77V7pU_aRfOIqVLCrKW4RWrhDuERCulRjisheyvsMwhJyggqMz9Jv5GAAccRHaXOevJZXYybzo0FneU-Wjub3iJ_YmITPypKUYAm92oN2uVXlpWiS0ZvnWRNHnHPE33dJiZex2ZWHwAW-/s72-c/2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-6984598196520022754</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2011 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-13T07:19:14.877-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tentando Entender</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnNfbTaa52tnVTFXQMBO5wMnTWx9GVZVEHtfQZBl88a_9l_R95DISDiI8zmkhWC755OEwci0lw1KXLNiNMQvoVn5RIxBmhyXHnA9Vwz1pSClqmBqlTF1ISsqgY70eEpVUhfKo2_rBPmWf/s1600/Question.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnNfbTaa52tnVTFXQMBO5wMnTWx9GVZVEHtfQZBl88a_9l_R95DISDiI8zmkhWC755OEwci0lw1KXLNiNMQvoVn5RIxBmhyXHnA9Vwz1pSClqmBqlTF1ISsqgY70eEpVUhfKo2_rBPmWf/s320/Question.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tentei de todas as formas compor canções&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;de amor pra voce,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;tentei te escrever as mais lindas poesias;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;busquei no fundo do meu coração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;as melhores palavras para te dizer o quanto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;te amo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Todos os dias tento desvendar o mistério&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;da alegria eminente de quando estou ao seu lado;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Nos teus beijos procuro o sabor da vida,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;nos teus braços tento entender porque&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;tantos sonhos se formam quando estou com vc!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mas nem canções, nem poesias, nem palavras,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;nada do que eu tentar fazer vai conseguir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;expressar o que eu sinto por vc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mas num simples dar as mãos já posso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;te mostrar o que sinto,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;num abraço depois de um dia agitado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;posso te dar alento,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;num beijo posso te mostrar que é vc&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;que quero para sempre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;... não compreendo os mistérios do coração ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...e não há explicação...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; é vc que eu amo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; e é com vc que quero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;dividir todos os momentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;da minha vida, bons ou ruins,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;é com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;vc que quero ficar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/07/tentando-entender.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnNfbTaa52tnVTFXQMBO5wMnTWx9GVZVEHtfQZBl88a_9l_R95DISDiI8zmkhWC755OEwci0lw1KXLNiNMQvoVn5RIxBmhyXHnA9Vwz1pSClqmBqlTF1ISsqgY70eEpVUhfKo2_rBPmWf/s72-c/Question.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-3716305597909377954</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2011 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-13T07:11:22.557-07:00</atom:updated><title>Distância Incoveniente</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2NpVFLuoJX0FA6_O9eVc6K7Xc3HZ8vEqfk7xDvtSfJShGQePDZiVKcmEOR3ek4-Xc0-G6KwxQBBWvKAjGPxB-0SS5EiWvCHgWzcsMx0ABLGsaLPGJmejEELGU7mOXBm-zNM5NxjlTabR/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2NpVFLuoJX0FA6_O9eVc6K7Xc3HZ8vEqfk7xDvtSfJShGQePDZiVKcmEOR3ek4-Xc0-G6KwxQBBWvKAjGPxB-0SS5EiWvCHgWzcsMx0ABLGsaLPGJmejEELGU7mOXBm-zNM5NxjlTabR/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carrego nos meus lábios o gosto do teu beijo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e no meu coração o sabor de te amar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Levo no meu peito o seu coração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e na minha alma a doce lembrança de teu corpo;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;todas as recordações estão guardadas em&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;minha mente, elas enchem minha cabeça,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mas não preenchem o vazio causado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;pela tua ausência.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Sinto Saudades minha linda! Te amo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/07/distancia-incoveniente.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2NpVFLuoJX0FA6_O9eVc6K7Xc3HZ8vEqfk7xDvtSfJShGQePDZiVKcmEOR3ek4-Xc0-G6KwxQBBWvKAjGPxB-0SS5EiWvCHgWzcsMx0ABLGsaLPGJmejEELGU7mOXBm-zNM5NxjlTabR/s72-c/images.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-5098618070254389793</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2011 21:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-18T14:16:26.650-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vale à pena esperar?</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrQL9sxvTBoWc-aIvpfaxiA4ixor73nrzZq2__Da7XR77CxOEe5zlzQx3OLDu2-zXmTCRHGAKMWs225PTHLwSjO42iroAJCUumjb1-heHhCf-584FehcDaopfzxqMys3iDIPKbIGUxJjAb/s1600/esperar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrQL9sxvTBoWc-aIvpfaxiA4ixor73nrzZq2__Da7XR77CxOEe5zlzQx3OLDu2-zXmTCRHGAKMWs225PTHLwSjO42iroAJCUumjb1-heHhCf-584FehcDaopfzxqMys3iDIPKbIGUxJjAb/s320/esperar.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;pq a vida nos faz esperar?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;esperar para que as coisas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;boa sejam vivídas logo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;esperar por um dia ao sol,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;pq temos q esperar tanto assim?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;e quanto mais esperamos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;+ parecem que as pessoas não dão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;valor para aquilo que zelamos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;e quando menos se imagina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;os que diziam estar ao seu lado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;são os primeiros a te rejeitarem,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;os primeiros a te pôr na parede!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas independente do que aconteça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;a pergunta é: vale à pena esperar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;por certas coisas na vida?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/06/vale-pena-esperar.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrQL9sxvTBoWc-aIvpfaxiA4ixor73nrzZq2__Da7XR77CxOEe5zlzQx3OLDu2-zXmTCRHGAKMWs225PTHLwSjO42iroAJCUumjb1-heHhCf-584FehcDaopfzxqMys3iDIPKbIGUxJjAb/s72-c/esperar.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-6874183071001246203</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-16T07:52:14.122-07:00</atom:updated><title>Perdoa-me</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galera segue ai um texto muito bacana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que uma amiga e seguidora do blog fez,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;muito bom msm, aconselho que leiam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpsEiE-w_sM35AROrY5ZtDuqJfz1W_BzWPDa8qfZ6p45wTHPv_G3Zow7tYbYP-udWnyTzrcxz8dwSUJOOM9AacNffpmBCGkGmW6-5oHqx9nu1CobFtIY1UxpJy-lGufluqrBXGV_nubNw/s1600/DESCULPA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpsEiE-w_sM35AROrY5ZtDuqJfz1W_BzWPDa8qfZ6p45wTHPv_G3Zow7tYbYP-udWnyTzrcxz8dwSUJOOM9AacNffpmBCGkGmW6-5oHqx9nu1CobFtIY1UxpJy-lGufluqrBXGV_nubNw/s320/DESCULPA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sei que te fiz sofrer ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Te fiz chorar ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Te enganei ... lhe machuquei ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mas aqui estou , disposta a te pedir perdão ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Disposta a dizer tudo o que eu senti , e ainda sinto por você ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Peço ... volta pra mim ?!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Vamos dar uma nova chance ao nosso amor ... ?!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Arrependida aqui estou ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Quero poder sentir o calor do teu corpo junto ao meu novamente ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Preciso sentir teus lábios tocando &amp;nbsp;aos meus ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Não consigo mais durmir ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;As noites quando vem chegando , a dor vem aumentando ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Percebi , entendi que é você ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Só você que eu amo ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Você que eu quero ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Não faz mais assim ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Vem pra mim ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Eu te quero &amp;nbsp;e te preciso &amp;nbsp;junto a mim ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Você é a metade di mim !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Me perdoe ... !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schaianne Bernardoni&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Parabéns Schai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/06/perdoa-me.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpsEiE-w_sM35AROrY5ZtDuqJfz1W_BzWPDa8qfZ6p45wTHPv_G3Zow7tYbYP-udWnyTzrcxz8dwSUJOOM9AacNffpmBCGkGmW6-5oHqx9nu1CobFtIY1UxpJy-lGufluqrBXGV_nubNw/s72-c/DESCULPA.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-5922606849176041854</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 18:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-08T11:37:29.184-07:00</atom:updated><title>Não posso parar</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3J2G0fM3TbDJbL-3tOleDoyBlV-fayzKGx9KyxcqBe2d_G3beiBMJV1_JWzanrncBVEj7YtmJE1p8GbHptaRLFMGWVAvkyZHmTCYfosZYIM-__mkS34mgp6IqPZP9mlnY-6W3OJtK79_q/s1600/placa-proibido-parar-e-es-300x299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3J2G0fM3TbDJbL-3tOleDoyBlV-fayzKGx9KyxcqBe2d_G3beiBMJV1_JWzanrncBVEj7YtmJE1p8GbHptaRLFMGWVAvkyZHmTCYfosZYIM-__mkS34mgp6IqPZP9mlnY-6W3OJtK79_q/s1600/placa-proibido-parar-e-es-300x299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não me sinto bem,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;é como se uma tristeza tomasse conta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;de mim de uma forma inacreditável,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;inacreditável pq tenho todos os motivos para&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;estar feliz:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;amanhã vou enfim fazer minha matrícula&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;numa faculdade federal,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;tenho um Deus que cuida de mim a todo momento,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;tenho uma mãe que sempre se preocupou comigo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e uma namorada que amo e me ama!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Sei que ainda faltam muitas coisas para se&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;conquistar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mas hoje tenho coisas que muitas pessoas não&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;tem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;talvez seja apenas falta de atitude,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mas não posso parar de viver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;justamente no inicio da vida...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;um início pelo qual batalhei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;pelo qual chorei,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e hoje estou tendo a oportunidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;de dar meus primeiros passos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;não vou deixar de viver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;vou levantar a cabeça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e simplesmente viver; continuar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;a escrever mais uma parte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;da história da minha vida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-posso-parar.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3J2G0fM3TbDJbL-3tOleDoyBlV-fayzKGx9KyxcqBe2d_G3beiBMJV1_JWzanrncBVEj7YtmJE1p8GbHptaRLFMGWVAvkyZHmTCYfosZYIM-__mkS34mgp6IqPZP9mlnY-6W3OJtK79_q/s72-c/placa-proibido-parar-e-es-300x299.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-2991280520149615796</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 May 2011 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-25T14:43:27.315-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sinto Saudade, mas Vivo!</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYC3WY_F1q0K9PLByA2JkAi6l-Lyc6ZBATPuiYsKxROVC6rOsPYrhZpbxuHssRZSyzC_sFN_2ID4v5ZtCmy6mi2b7QXNppBQP__fQyjLFHEoZqxrbogF_WY10op4u5TLDrwtZwE9v5CyU9/s1600/sombra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYC3WY_F1q0K9PLByA2JkAi6l-Lyc6ZBATPuiYsKxROVC6rOsPYrhZpbxuHssRZSyzC_sFN_2ID4v5ZtCmy6mi2b7QXNppBQP__fQyjLFHEoZqxrbogF_WY10op4u5TLDrwtZwE9v5CyU9/s200/sombra.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aqui sozinho,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;fico recordando os momentos felizes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;que vivemos juntos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;momentos inesquecíveis...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;são momentos que estão eternizados em minha alma!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A saudade pode doer,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mas a certeza, de que, no amanhã estaremos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;juntos, alivia qualquer dor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dor aliviada não quer dizer que não sinto sua falta,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sinto sua falta a todo instante,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sinto a falta do teu sorriso,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;das tuas risadas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;do teu rosto envergonhado...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;falta de teus braços..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;dos teus carinhos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sinto falta de tudo em você...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;E Sim eu Vivo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Eu Vivo para reencontrar tudo aquilo que sinto falta...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Eu vivo para amar-te mais...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Eu vivo para que chegue logo o dia em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;que não teremos mais que nos Separar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;E Todos os dias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Peço a Deus que nos ilume...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e que caminhe conosco...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e que nos ensine qual caminho escolher..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;pois sei que só assim existirá um futuro sem sepração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Eu te amo demais minha linda!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/05/sinto-saudade-mas-vivo.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYC3WY_F1q0K9PLByA2JkAi6l-Lyc6ZBATPuiYsKxROVC6rOsPYrhZpbxuHssRZSyzC_sFN_2ID4v5ZtCmy6mi2b7QXNppBQP__fQyjLFHEoZqxrbogF_WY10op4u5TLDrwtZwE9v5CyU9/s72-c/sombra.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-5951386399638650370</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-16T07:55:48.787-07:00</atom:updated><title>EU TE AMO QUEL</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_YMo7QdbxBcXFcndNfeYqOiZWusypYVVk8j740czMuoHVL67LpW4Jou78r7_AX0y36KaQrn4bBbqkmvilKwi-k0q0fD-WU3rZx7Zb__knT2To36t-pCr0zxdpHQaSSg7O8Uo1pTofeLv/s1600/eu+te+amo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_YMo7QdbxBcXFcndNfeYqOiZWusypYVVk8j740czMuoHVL67LpW4Jou78r7_AX0y36KaQrn4bBbqkmvilKwi-k0q0fD-WU3rZx7Zb__knT2To36t-pCr0zxdpHQaSSg7O8Uo1pTofeLv/s320/eu+te+amo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero gritar para que o mundo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ouça que te amo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;quero gritar para que vc saiba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;que não há limites para te amar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;quero me apaixonar cada dia mais e mais por vc...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;eu quero estar ao seu lado por todos os momentos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sejam eles tristes ou felizes, só quero estar contigo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;cuidar das tuas dores, te ajudar as superar os teus medos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;quero estar ao seu lado antes de dormir e ao acordar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e quando eu não tiver forçar para te ajudar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Deus irá nos ungir com teu poder.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Tudo nessa vida tem seu tempo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;tempo de chorar tempo de sorrir,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;tempo de abraçar e tempo de repelir,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;tempo de brincar e tempo de pensar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e chegou o meu tempo de te amar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;o nosso tempo de nos amarmos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e o amor td suporta, tudo supera, tudo crê&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ele é eterno...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;O Nosso Amor é Eterno!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-te-amo-quel.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_YMo7QdbxBcXFcndNfeYqOiZWusypYVVk8j740czMuoHVL67LpW4Jou78r7_AX0y36KaQrn4bBbqkmvilKwi-k0q0fD-WU3rZx7Zb__knT2To36t-pCr0zxdpHQaSSg7O8Uo1pTofeLv/s72-c/eu+te+amo.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-4056095070514873360</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-18T19:24:12.111-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hoje a noite não será a mesma</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Hoje, a noite não será a mesma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MyUsZGPB9qqrgotRiE5YcJTP6WaLW5WhDynRtn_tqeDfY5zREaoQF8gcdxWrIf9y_opgM0xmq5dweWmizPUWAh7HSOTix2hhAeJC4amEkv-QQnuAQ14e4h0WDO7n5QZrE4JFvNVrpWj-/s1600/sozinho+na+noite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MyUsZGPB9qqrgotRiE5YcJTP6WaLW5WhDynRtn_tqeDfY5zREaoQF8gcdxWrIf9y_opgM0xmq5dweWmizPUWAh7HSOTix2hhAeJC4amEkv-QQnuAQ14e4h0WDO7n5QZrE4JFvNVrpWj-/s320/sozinho+na+noite.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;sem a sua presença, teus lábios,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;teus beijos doce, tua voz;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sem a tua sinceridade,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sem a tua inocência,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A noite não será a mesma,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mas a magia dos momentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;em que passamos juntos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mantém viva em meu coração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;a certeza do reencontro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A intensidade de nossos sentimentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;enchem minh'alma de esperanças,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;esperança que o espaço será&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;pequeno para guardar a crescente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;trajetória de nossos corações.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Obs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;a surpresa foi que logo após&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;escrever esta carta, recebi uma ligação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;e a noite realmente não foi a mesma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;nos encontramos, porém com uma vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;de amar maior que a dos dias anteriores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-noite-nao-sera-mesma.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MyUsZGPB9qqrgotRiE5YcJTP6WaLW5WhDynRtn_tqeDfY5zREaoQF8gcdxWrIf9y_opgM0xmq5dweWmizPUWAh7HSOTix2hhAeJC4amEkv-QQnuAQ14e4h0WDO7n5QZrE4JFvNVrpWj-/s72-c/sozinho+na+noite.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-3734431380153009117</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2011 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-29T09:39:53.135-07:00</atom:updated><title>Amor Platônico</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Amar sem ser correspondido,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtP47A3PrB4nrMKH8Wq-H5bIAWuRRGb0uI0D1Tje0nVc7l1KDAQ2YKWIDzxac9w_qUfph_uJlS9fsNm7FjJoDlR74USPT4Zm8IqpGnacKF7Jx7973RJ4_um_rKB-X2x4Lyt_t2gnFkBMtV/s1600/triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtP47A3PrB4nrMKH8Wq-H5bIAWuRRGb0uI0D1Tje0nVc7l1KDAQ2YKWIDzxac9w_qUfph_uJlS9fsNm7FjJoDlR74USPT4Zm8IqpGnacKF7Jx7973RJ4_um_rKB-X2x4Lyt_t2gnFkBMtV/s200/triste.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;gostar sem ser retribuido,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;apaixonar-se sem receber o devido respeito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Viver uma vida em dedicação a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;alguém que talvez nunca te olhe?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Amor platônico é para os gregos antigos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ótimos escritores, porém, péssimos confessores,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;preferiam ter uma história triste de amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;para escrever e sofrer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;que uma história feliz de amor para viver.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ai amor platônico,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;amor dos fracos e desencorajados...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor-platonico.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtP47A3PrB4nrMKH8Wq-H5bIAWuRRGb0uI0D1Tje0nVc7l1KDAQ2YKWIDzxac9w_qUfph_uJlS9fsNm7FjJoDlR74USPT4Zm8IqpGnacKF7Jx7973RJ4_um_rKB-X2x4Lyt_t2gnFkBMtV/s72-c/triste.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-8794724697811968304</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2011 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-27T17:18:44.677-07:00</atom:updated><title>Carta De Amor</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgsj6tAr_bAsKPIZGDzMWS_JU8ILMlQ4gucsxj1sIgihMS0I73-S2Dr6_SRXFHl_N-5JAzMVyWQR98tKGabd7FgC4jLG_5WJjLvxGy7NOcldkMmgby-TLpmHYf_3EBS6UBbHfm2zN1vY9/s1600/Eu-Nao-Existo-sem-Voce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgsj6tAr_bAsKPIZGDzMWS_JU8ILMlQ4gucsxj1sIgihMS0I73-S2Dr6_SRXFHl_N-5JAzMVyWQR98tKGabd7FgC4jLG_5WJjLvxGy7NOcldkMmgby-TLpmHYf_3EBS6UBbHfm2zN1vY9/s320/Eu-Nao-Existo-sem-Voce.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enquanto escrevia uma carta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;para te dizer o quanto quero te amar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;meu coração se encheu de saudades,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e meus olhos, de lágrimas se&amp;nbsp;inundaram,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;pois queria poder estar ao teu lado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;para curar as tuas dores,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;para fazer-te feliz,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;simplesmente para estar ao lado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;da minha outra metade,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;pois sem a minha outra parte "parece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;que algo vital está faltando"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e que meus sentimentos estão desfalecendo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;meus órgãos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mas ao mesmo tempo enchendo-os de amor e alegria,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;só pelo fato de saber que onde quer que esteja&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;seus pensamentos ou sonhos, eu estou neles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Uma explosão de sentimentos corre em minhas veias,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e hoje ,mais do que nunca, tenho a certeza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;de que é com você que quero estar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;não apenas por um momento, mais pela eternidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Minha amada, minha dádiva divina,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Minha princesa e futura rainha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(Carta a Quel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/03/carta-de-amor.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgsj6tAr_bAsKPIZGDzMWS_JU8ILMlQ4gucsxj1sIgihMS0I73-S2Dr6_SRXFHl_N-5JAzMVyWQR98tKGabd7FgC4jLG_5WJjLvxGy7NOcldkMmgby-TLpmHYf_3EBS6UBbHfm2zN1vY9/s72-c/Eu-Nao-Existo-sem-Voce.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-5807722355651527295</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-11T06:41:36.447-08:00</atom:updated><title>Quero Você Comigo</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzavBwmBi5fhtNHZIfD7cXsIm1eSzBwGXnSf69u6uoUBmbhH_bBrv8TEwnlmm-VGTuip7DjKag7N0urnQlaSMmwpUHVVb6Khw644L_3O47efPHfvSFHKq8jSTNZgGbKBuf3MEOvkaT7Y94/s1600/telefone.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzavBwmBi5fhtNHZIfD7cXsIm1eSzBwGXnSf69u6uoUBmbhH_bBrv8TEwnlmm-VGTuip7DjKag7N0urnQlaSMmwpUHVVb6Khw644L_3O47efPHfvSFHKq8jSTNZgGbKBuf3MEOvkaT7Y94/s320/telefone.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero viver contigo, te amar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ser tua força na falta de coragem,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sua paz nas lutas e sua alegria nos momentos triste.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Não consigo resistir ao seu olhar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;cheio de esperanças e sonhos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Seu sorriso, suas expressões,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sua voz, seus medos, me atraem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;cada dia mais e mais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Não dá mais pra negar que te quero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;comigo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;não dá mas pra negar que quando menos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;espero me pego pensando em ti,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;e por alguns instantes fazendo planos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;para um futuro aparentemente eterno.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;És a minha vitória-régia, pois pela noite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;a luz do luar reflete em ti a beleza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;de uma virgem princesa, e ao amanhecer suas pétalas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;agora rosadas revelam a pureza de seu interior.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Quero viver contigo,&amp;nbsp;te amar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ser tua força na falta de coragem,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sua paz nas lutas e sua alegria nos momentos triste.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/03/quero-voce-comigo.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzavBwmBi5fhtNHZIfD7cXsIm1eSzBwGXnSf69u6uoUBmbhH_bBrv8TEwnlmm-VGTuip7DjKag7N0urnQlaSMmwpUHVVb6Khw644L_3O47efPHfvSFHKq8jSTNZgGbKBuf3MEOvkaT7Y94/s72-c/telefone.png" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985715275716061289.post-7871211367330503514</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 03:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-16T19:22:18.748-08:00</atom:updated><title>Coração voador</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrsxEI-jEu6y_GUN1I2lQ0nc7DhGK_Oi6fg3gYJlhwSU6E5ywsoPM1CI51tycWutQ0V9lqtqakpq-Kuwdr_N3kfOHZIb3ygP50SvDIQKYcDbwy2ytQ6kqBf56uQiGqd5lZzJPNkyAGYin/s1600/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+voador.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrsxEI-jEu6y_GUN1I2lQ0nc7DhGK_Oi6fg3gYJlhwSU6E5ywsoPM1CI51tycWutQ0V9lqtqakpq-Kuwdr_N3kfOHZIb3ygP50SvDIQKYcDbwy2ytQ6kqBf56uQiGqd5lZzJPNkyAGYin/s200/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+voador.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ei posso me deitar contigo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;E por alguns instantes apenas sentir teu cheiro e teu calor,&lt;br /&gt;
vamos, sonhe junto comigo no nosso mundo ideal, lá td é possivel!&lt;br /&gt;
nele há toda uma fantasia criada,&lt;br /&gt;
toda uma história formada,&lt;br /&gt;
todos os sonhos e desejos?! São apenas infinitas realizações...&lt;br /&gt;
mas não perca o caminho de volta para a realidade,&lt;br /&gt;
em alguns momentos não estarei lá,&lt;br /&gt;
por isso não jogue fora as chaves da porta de saída,&lt;br /&gt;
eu preciso de vc aqui,&lt;br /&gt;
eu preciso estar aqui,&lt;br /&gt;
precisamos viver o real&lt;br /&gt;
e tentar entender o que é irreal,&lt;br /&gt;
mas o que será irreal?&lt;br /&gt;
oq fizemos e sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;
ou aquilo que a nós foi "destinado"?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;E a realidade das coisas, qual seria?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Será q esse é o nosso &lt;br /&gt;
futuro, estar um ao lado do outro?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gustavo P. da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://gugsilva.blogspot.com/2011/02/coracao-voador.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrsxEI-jEu6y_GUN1I2lQ0nc7DhGK_Oi6fg3gYJlhwSU6E5ywsoPM1CI51tycWutQ0V9lqtqakpq-Kuwdr_N3kfOHZIb3ygP50SvDIQKYcDbwy2ytQ6kqBf56uQiGqd5lZzJPNkyAGYin/s72-c/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+voador.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total><author>gug_14@hotmail.com (Gustavo Pereira)</author></item></channel></rss>