<?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-5662853230910643009</id><updated>2025-03-24T23:49:48.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.Brunos</title><subtitle type='html'>Mais que dizer, precisamos aprender a ouvir...&#xa;Ouvir nosso corpo;&#xa;Ouvir nossas angústias;&#xa;Ouvir os sons que nos envolvem;&#xa;Ouvir o pulsar de nossos corações...&#xa;&#xa;Deixar que a vida seja parte integrante de nossa história e não mero rabisco ou rascunho.&#xa;&#xa;Sejamos Lâmpadas a iluminar as trevas da humanidade; Sejamos Acalento e Aconchego;&#xa;Sejamos Poesia e Leveza;&#xa;Sejamos Brisa suave e céu azul em dias de sol;&#xa; &#xa;Sejamos Caridade, Amor e Fé.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-4816689767426895589</id><published>2024-07-19T00:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2024-07-19T00:21:05.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Névoa do tempo</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Quantas pessoas já passaram em sua vida e você, hoje, nem se lembra mais do nome delas?!?&amp;nbsp;São rostos sem nome em um passado sendo obscurecido pela névoa densa do tempo.O sol se descortina para o novo, mas o passado, se não vivido, relembrado, remexido; some feito fumaça nos alto céus.Lembro-me de viver tanto, de rir tanto, de sofrer tanto, mas lembro-me muito mais, do que não se foi… o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/4816689767426895589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/4816689767426895589?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/4816689767426895589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/4816689767426895589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2024/07/nevoa-do-tempo.html' title='Névoa do tempo'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieipr3R_tbWSUb9Du_TY8UC1U5mJAWQvPEm-DwcuIAwCbj6zzH4biTSBzXlkaPVnjTvEZJ1GcHhsKMxySkuH_EAP_1pqg_ojmmlJnUYO2i0lhsWcZcK38PqdzzwzIfy3zK9-bEKEpJE3V_wXvhvJSwD8N7dILlDSONDc3Lty5e9ieCTINLXoIMkYMi_eY/s72-c/IMG_3148.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-6011852402514141214</id><published>2016-03-24T15:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2016-03-24T15:09:42.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'>!!ÀL ALUL</title><summary type="text">


Que pena...

Olhar para o hoje e sentir saudade do ontem



Que pena...

Saber que por pouco, a sua luta, tornou-se por seus ideais



Que pena...

A pena pesa sobre o papel rasurado pelo teu nome



Nome limpo...

Sujo nome.



A lágrima que te fez soberano, hoje te faz desprezível



Descrente se tornaram aqueles que em ti ratificavam seus sonhos



... e suas palavras de força, se viraram </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/6011852402514141214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/6011852402514141214?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/6011852402514141214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/6011852402514141214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2016/03/al-alul.html' title='!!ÀL ALUL'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-2208865086369734846</id><published>2016-03-08T11:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2016-03-08T11:24:42.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laços</title><summary type="text">



Tudo começa com a espera em ver teu rosto
Imagino o teu olhar

... Teu sorriso



Você já é presença

Você já é Vida

Você já é Luz em minha vida



Sofrimento...

Angústia...

Descanso.



O som aguardado

A espera recompensada

Te vejo



Na troca afetuosa de olhares, você me diz: Olá!

... Eu, em silêncio te observo

... Guardo; Velo



Seja bem-vindo!





Escrito por: Mr.Brunos






</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/2208865086369734846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/2208865086369734846?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/2208865086369734846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/2208865086369734846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2016/03/lacos.html' title='Laços'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuy3JDCN5l3Day_Yn_TESHSeYmFF2MEkw8yyUKhWo_XvfXmpiwBnHAxQkYrI0rKAD4A5G0TFtXB748MiPQyPG_M547tG71iKpf3l2pFIs5_g_ZN3_i4DRyosNDIXL-j6clXCr2jNtJjZ4/s72-c/vida.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-8584273325253896810</id><published>2016-03-03T17:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2016-03-03T17:07:35.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero chutar tudo...</title><summary type="text">

Hoje, como mais um daqueles pesados dias, quero chutar tudo!
Hoje, como mais um daqueles dias de tempestade, quero chutar tudo!
Hoje, como mais um daqueles sombrios momentos, quero chutar tudo!

Quero chutar tudo, pois já não vejo saida...
Quero chutar tudo, pois me perdi...
Quero chutar tudo, pois me reconheço fraco.

Chutar a arrogância que me oprime;
Chutar a inveja que me impede de crescer;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/8584273325253896810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/8584273325253896810?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/8584273325253896810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/8584273325253896810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2016/03/quero-chutar-tudo.html' title='Quero chutar tudo...'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-8001632922836510332</id><published>2015-10-20T14:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2015-10-20T14:04:43.039-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No silêncio</title><summary type="text">Sendo voz - Grito
Sendo dor - Gemido
Sendo amor - Sorte
Sendo brêu - Morte
Sendo luz - Vida
Sendo você - Eu
Sendo tudo - Nós

No olhar singelo a certeza do hoje
...e a esperança do amanhã que virá

Reluzem lampejos de momentos eternizados
...onde o pra sempre sempre existirá

Vem, caminha comigo!

Deixe as flores do nosso jardim florescerem
Deixe o sol brilhar pela janela
Deixa que o amor invada
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A roda da vida gira pelo tempo
Passa por avenidas tortuosas
Longas retas
Por vezes, curvas

Girando feito carrossel
Diverte-nos
Distrai-nos
Passa

Cenário ilusório
Sonhos; só sonhos
Dias vem e vão
Passa

Vida vazia
Noites longas
Horas improdutivas
Passa

Mas a vida segue...
E a esperança renasce
O sol surge
E tudo Passa.


Escrito por: Mr.Brunos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/8791115646986250289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/8791115646986250289?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/8791115646986250289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/8791115646986250289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2014/02/a-roda-da-vida-gira-pelo-tempo-passa.html' title='A roda da vida gira...'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSBeePOZOgNh5vjcReKs1NDnElSDnvg3KGQZPy8Z7bNPpt95i8ISCujXYnqIvGrwidLPngsxKcDHwEhKp3zyaw8eVcRytCnctXLEdUHDKqkQuMbrelMtZq-cyxOy12TZOJ6apIB-352k/s72-c/397289_(www.GdeFon.com).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-8361921181915477602</id><published>2014-02-24T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2014-02-24T13:53:33.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e Você</title><summary type="text">



Existe um misterioso fascínio dos dias, quando se tem no coração, Amor

O Azul e o Branco bailam em ritmos ébrios...

E valsam flutuando sobre nossas cabeças

Voam as ampulhetas do ontem, do hoje e do amanhã.

O cheio, se torna vazio;

O vazio, repleto;

Imenso, denso, puro...

Eu e você.


Escrito por: Mr.Brunos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/8361921181915477602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/8361921181915477602?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/8361921181915477602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/8361921181915477602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2014/02/existe-um-misterioso-fascinio-dos-dias.html' title='Eu e Você'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibwakzETAn6QpQFkV1KyzMldudgtGN8L3RCzj06NBxGo_dRyBtE5bZMJOPR4CCnwr-yIvT05hrPYUyJ7eGn6JNSmPL-g6jn5lNWPMlYeKvDZUlr8DLtzyy2tYoo7AnJomRbPdXnPBSQfI/s72-c/nuvens.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-3297030831625800572</id><published>2014-01-22T11:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T11:17:39.360-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor... Amar</title><summary type="text">










Amor que no peito arde
Queima os liames do ego
Arranca as raízes da vaidade
Encerra em si o eu
Vive loucamente o Nós

Amor que ao outro doa
Recebe em dobro as benécies
As amarguras da vida dura, esvaem-se
Derruba o medo e a solidão
Unem-se os amantes em doce sofreguidão

Amor que trai e fere
Sozinho fica a murmurar
Sonhando com tempos idos
Sonhando, querendo voltar

Amor que perfeito é</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/3297030831625800572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/3297030831625800572?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/3297030831625800572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/3297030831625800572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2014/01/amor-amar.html' title='Amor... Amar'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLRATWjvD0u7QU-2fSy8bYLucgA3KZaFdWz7s2W-PYNKc6_TcT4csklIJ9Z_on9tn-cDUIkJ0Xzyq4ubRvLyFeq7kfG-Y-Z86PRuA3dTYc8ZMOqCk_Q_iwGBhOnehr8s8S8iKmg4mc3rc/s72-c/amor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-34828003449270252</id><published>2013-06-14T10:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-06-14T10:21:53.792-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><summary type="text">


Olhei para o céu cinza; triste

O solo ressequido como os lábios sedentos&amp;nbsp;

Os olhos turvos pelo pó

Pés cansados de vagar

Doem as articulações

Não há sono



No meio de mim... um vazio

Ruge o Leão que na fome se esconde

Fraco; Atordoado; Errante

Coração pulsante como as feridas abertas

Sangra a alma frágil

Oh dor hercúlea!&amp;nbsp;



Na boca o gosto de sangue e a grossa saliva

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/34828003449270252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/34828003449270252?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/34828003449270252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/34828003449270252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2013/06/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCklmAK74SMyTHJyRjgqMHNXlJWHRnp2NcHv-eBN02xmv-lPTXQCF1YllrmsMTYPcwYZPIncYdBlVUpqUWJwHtMEtgYdqIUnnU9MASPiSdyH9qz0sN93WSWqllqxjelQSHpXztjwzOrF4/s72-c/fome.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-7128039257213314930</id><published>2013-04-24T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-24T22:38:23.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só depende de você...</title><summary type="text">

Como você está?
Como está seu dia, sua noite?
Como está o seu descanso, seu trabalho?

Não importa como esteja, onde esteja ou o que esteja fazendo...
O tempo está passando...
A vida está passando...
Qual postura está tomando?

Se está descontente, chateado, angustiado, desolado, solitário;
Se está nervoso, furioso, endiabrado, fadigado, atarefado;
Se está triste, feliz, desconsertado, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/7128039257213314930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/7128039257213314930?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/7128039257213314930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/7128039257213314930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2013/04/so-depende-de-voce.html' title='Só depende de você...'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4I77DyYw7FL9hcliSCzOiXpZEMLr5ABvDBj2PmCM10eWTVbOI2AS5iF2lwoT6i3nQgWdwVrsL5j9J2Bt-V8YEh3U57kBOqbhOkfhckPOjo44rP5aieUkt8SFUPTe0pT5-0PWisRE6eEw/s72-c/pomba+do+espirito+santo+d.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-5374978225341070248</id><published>2013-04-12T18:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-12T18:04:37.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa Deixar...</title><summary type="text">


Deixa
A vida é assim, um dia de luz, uma noite de treva
Um dia de treva, uma noite de luz

Deixa
O rio corre mesmo havendo nele rochas, areia e troncos
Troncos, areia e rochas dão às águas velocidade e pureza

Deixa
Um olhar perdido em um dia exaustivo
Um dia corrido em um olhar perdido

Deixa
... e se deixar for difícil...
Difícil se for deixar
A vida sempre assim será

Deixa, apenas deixa e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/5374978225341070248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/5374978225341070248?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/5374978225341070248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/5374978225341070248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2013/04/deixa-deixar.html' title='Deixa Deixar...'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-6115843432491932404</id><published>2013-02-14T01:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2013-02-14T01:03:44.780-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaturo Ser</title><summary type="text">

Não, o tempo não para;
A vida não te espera recobrar os sentidos para começar a lhe por a prova novamente
Não há silêncio em mentes pensativas
Nem paz em corações amargurados e duros

Olhe para trás e verá que seus passos são realizados, um pé após o outro

É fácil descobrir se andas inquieto!!!
O silêncio te perturba...
O encontro consigo, o assusta... o deprime
Busca em coisas fúteis o que te</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/6115843432491932404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/6115843432491932404?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/6115843432491932404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/6115843432491932404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2013/02/imaturo-ser.html' title='Imaturo Ser'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijDHZstoEAT9SfKFavD4hE3Ysb63CMKof1NoGhgqceYP6KQEwInGtuii4NwhsCyY9zEuk6k8KIjPgfC3Av-3MNWPsI4nQtlY__W8UNdy5oOlnpLDJFz2u75FQ9J5x2HmRbR8k7mLwZ9-y8/s72-c/abstrato-32.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-4567876546645401748</id><published>2012-12-17T17:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-12-17T17:14:38.528-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubíquo</title><summary type="text">



Nunca se esconda de mim...



Pois farei das estrelas meus olhos&amp;nbsp;



Toda noite te observarei&amp;nbsp;



E velarei para sempre seus sonhos



E quando o luar te beijar...



... Serei eu.&amp;nbsp;


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A solidão é o silêncio do espírito...



O vazio da alma...



O repouso do coração.



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O direito de Ser Humano...
De ver o nascer do sol sobre as colinas rochosas
Sentir a brisa suave, como se estivesse sobre os vales&amp;nbsp;Cárpatos
Ser livre...

O direito de Ser Humano...
Na simplicidade da vida; ter um teto
Na tranquilidade do repouso; ter uma cama
Na solicitude da amizade; o suporte para caminhar

O direito de Ser Humano...
Com minhas fragilidades e com meus acertos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/6806407660727916562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/6806407660727916562?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/6806407660727916562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/6806407660727916562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2012/12/hoje-o-nosso-direito.html' title='Hoje, o nosso direito...'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHkqX_2QP21D0fnKKetvgnY9r5QFHkWyqv_VkGQBo_1wAFF2QQffnNSSIWqIt0qFsCsVpgx3uocPaobBLqH9t5GeM7c0mhgyCu-vZthHABlwpva7knZlA9x2f6x9UftpDbq4D9Yo4AjUk/s72-c/Gajop-justicacidada.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-5773795448186431940</id><published>2012-11-28T02:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-11-28T02:12:14.308-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atordoado</title><summary type="text">

Parei um momento, como a muito não fazia
Sentei-me...
Olhei fixo o portal de minha consciência
Compenetrado e determinado, deixei me levar
Enquanto meu corpo, minha alma e meus pensamento, voavam...
Ao meu redor tudo se movia
... e eu...
Inerte

O vento soprava frio e voraz
O barulho gostoso dos pingos de chuva, cantavam na vidraça... não os ouço
Na rua, os cães em coro ladravam suas melodias
.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/5773795448186431940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/5773795448186431940?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/5773795448186431940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/5773795448186431940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2012/11/atordoado.html' title='Atordoado'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGFCxcOi7v20gQaWLjyKcwaBGp8B-iehCz95opHqS-XXmXHCWPnBNRJVRbVLS28R0SOGlk2FjKODHjW_H0k8TCaoZi75ELfeEM_3H5jDEHqY_6-qXhvwiNYO-lHosqTqJ86PbYDdffss/s72-c/Atordoado.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-7079567515327835267</id><published>2012-10-09T02:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-10-09T02:01:45.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Silêncio</title><summary type="text">

O som se foi...
Levou consigo as gargalhadas de alegria
Deixou o chacoalhar das folhas embaladas pelo vento
... e a lembrança; saudosa lembrança

As lágrimas se foram...
Pois já não mais adiantava chorá-las
Passou o tempo, correram as horas, voaram os dias
... e a dor; amarga dor

A inspiração se foi...
Não que ela quisesse ir, mas pedi que fosse...
Cansei de tê-la sempre no mesmo momento, nas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/7079567515327835267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/7079567515327835267?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/7079567515327835267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/7079567515327835267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2012/10/o-silencio.html' title='O Silêncio'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxDrfyuTEnrD46X-DDszlXCxbu2NJfwrZ9NEiu0F2WK3EYBFqZ1afhBGihoyzuTx01PPN8IzauUh8iS5XhWnImqEiql18YkardY2arEDSiPafsD8lkvx8RfQTzkPCj6_zR9w7cz6r_Fw/s72-c/Sil%C3%AAncio.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-2508048176087999358</id><published>2012-07-30T01:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-07-30T01:52:24.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudosa AMIZADE</title><summary type="text">


Oh dia, tarde e noite triste que invade minh&#39;alma
Oh escuridão que me cerca
Oh lembranças doridas que me ferem o peito
Sangra, arde, queima...

Olho para o chão a procura do pó dos teus pés; que o vento varreu
Busco no silêncio a voz solta na amplitude do espaço; que se perdeu
Com sofreguidão me vem as recordações
Voam a mim como facas de duplo gume os momentos

Se o tempo, eu pudesse parar, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/2508048176087999358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/2508048176087999358?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/2508048176087999358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/2508048176087999358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2012/07/saudosa-amizade.html' title='Saudosa AMIZADE'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyTZLtj2EXUp3zzs_LpHvtBcdtWulSQaj5K9cC0iP2s4zI2QLDKL31cvEqfDplNTfOrzxHAaz0lOKoW_R_KrjAYYoYpVv9x6krNsNi3BPIMfh7LEtYNaYxx961UM3_EUi1e8nqJlxTDmA/s72-c/Russ%C3%A3o.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-6340096027411797708</id><published>2012-07-25T14:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-07-25T14:58:44.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandonado</title><summary type="text">



Cansado de pensar, de buscar, de lutar
Cansado de olhar e não ver

Cansado de gritar e não ser ouvido

Cansado de tudo poder e nada ter, nada ser

Imerso em sua própria existência inexistente



A lágrima correr o rosto marcado

As mãos ressequidas e tremulas hidratam-se no pranto sofrido

A boca seca e a garganta arrolhada pelo nó da desilusão

O coração pulsando, doendo, sangrando

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Ah, como queria o que não tenho...
Como não tenho o que queria?
Se o que quero não devia
Se o que devo, não queria

Busco o que me basta
Bastaria o que buscava
Se buscasse o que Devia
Não devia o que busco

Ando a procurar o vazio que me segue
Segue o vazio que me cerca
Cerca-me, à distância, o vazio onde ando
Somente ando

Buscando, andando, querendo
Vou assim crescendo
Sonhando
Morrendo
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Supere as tuas dificuldades com altivez
Rebaixe tudo aquilo que se coloca em elevado valor
Nada pode&amp;nbsp;oprimi-lo
Você pode superar, você é maior que a dor
A essência da rosa está em seu perfume e não em sua cor

Aquele que enxerga o superficial, jamais possuirá a essência

Faça do seu dia o último, posto que o último, jamais será o primeiro
O foco da vida está sobre aquilo que mais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/7258985571386424251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/7258985571386424251?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/7258985571386424251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/7258985571386424251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2012/03/maximas-de-uma-nova-vida.html' title='Máximas de uma nova vida'/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs2juHCPc38gpIBZhcKChjAYWD83WDamshvsA70pdzXe6v44ByAnc-LxddMkM15fOKyMLkZuKqQiKEJSLS3b_28Xb5escrQmdRb2ciud47tNaIst2cwhrf8KNsb9xv1YcfZzVcYi3Z7eo/s72-c/Caminho.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-5722929499915393233</id><published>2012-02-02T20:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:31:11.975-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><summary type="text">


Hoje, desejo-lhe, tudo o que de belo há
Um sorriso ao regressar do trabalho árduo
O olhar suave e doce de uma criança a sorrir
Um boa noite sonoro e alegre de alguém que não conheça
Uma brisa suave, para lhe trazer a lembrança de um bom abraço

Hoje, somente, hoje
Desejo-lhe vida, pois sei que amanhã se leres isso
Ainda assim o hoje valerá!


Escrito por Mr.Brunos
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Vasta Vagueia Várias&amp;nbsp;Valiosas&amp;nbsp;Vantagens&amp;nbsp;Variantes&amp;nbsp;
Vendo&amp;nbsp;Verossimilhanças Vendidas Vetorialmente Vem Velando
Visceralmente&amp;nbsp;Virtuosista Vista&amp;nbsp;Vindo Violentamente Vislumbrante
Volvendo Voltando Voando Vou Vomitando Você
Vulcão Vulnerável Vulgo Vulto Vulgar. &amp;nbsp; 
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;



Escrito por Mr.Brunos
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Ao cair da noite, o silêncio barulhento do escuro é companheiro
Ao longe, ouve-se os cachorros latindo
Corujas piando
Fogos...

E eu, cá a pensar sobre os projetos de ontem, de hoje e os de amanhã

Ao cair da noite, a solidão da casa vazia
Ao longe, o perfume do teu perfume
A lembrança dos teu olhos
Brilhantes...


E eu, cá a pensar sobre os projetos de ontem, de hoje e os de amanhã



Ao </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/feeds/2305153216496624767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5662853230910643009/2305153216496624767?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/2305153216496624767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662853230910643009/posts/default/2305153216496624767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterbrunos.blogspot.com/2011/12/nas.html' title='Devaneio Noturno '/><author><name>Misterbrunos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286491540966458722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662853230910643009.post-1414533996273420712</id><published>2011-11-04T18:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T18:28:04.190-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade ou sonho?</title><summary type="text">Sonhei um sonho bonito
Flores, sol, sorrisos e luz

Sonhe um sonho bonito

Carinho, Fé, Família e respeito

Sonhei um sonho bonito

Justiça, Paz, harmonia e delicadeza



Sonhei...

Acordei, desiludido, chorei

Olhei para o lado com olhar de esperança

Vi crianças sem terem o que comer

...A lutar com cães por migalhas, vendidas à sorte que as compra



Acordei, mas queria dormir...

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