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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXWCroo21G8/Tzk2_NY7IyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dDIEaskC0Jw/s1600/421111_304494749609162_100001459171493_880073_1324959155_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXWCroo21G8/Tzk2_NY7IyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dDIEaskC0Jw/s400/421111_304494749609162_100001459171493_880073_1324959155_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os confetes, as serpetinas, as fantasias,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os frevos, as marchinhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ôôô carnaval do meu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Felicidade, diversão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De noite, de dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com o pinto no escurinho ... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como seria bom... Maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bem gostoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"O samba tocou lá no fundo do meu quintal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a menina mais bonita dispensou seu carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra ficar comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem fantasias, fitas e fitilhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu samba é assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tem cuíca, tem ganzá&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a noite toda só pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sou malandro e toco violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amo uma loira gelada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E odeio briga e confusão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Letra de uma música feita
por mim e mais três amigos (William Rocha, Rodrigo Nêgo e Jocasta
Gonçalves... saudades de todos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora depois das prévias só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o bloco Cara de Pau, no sábado de Zé Pereira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;em Jequiá para encerrar o meu carnaval...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Prepare seu flamingo venha venha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prepare seu flamingo vem dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entre nessa roda é brincadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem levantar a poeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nesse frevo a balançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É de Maceió, é de Olinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem passando por Recife e parando em Jequiá"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(trecho da música "prepare seu flamingo" de minha autoria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A folia desse ano será curta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O descanso e a tranquilidade vai ser a opção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-6379437429011482555?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6379437429011482555/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/02/ooo-carnaval-folia-diversao-e-fantasias.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/6379437429011482555?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/6379437429011482555?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/02/ooo-carnaval-folia-diversao-e-fantasias.html" title="Ôôô carnaval ... folia, diversão e fantasias" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXWCroo21G8/Tzk2_NY7IyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dDIEaskC0Jw/s72-c/421111_304494749609162_100001459171493_880073_1324959155_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQFR305fyp7ImA9WhRbE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-2235957306012452432</id><published>2012-02-04T11:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T11:05:16.327-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T11:05:16.327-03:00</app:edited><title>Segredos de liquidificador</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3uwIQlDi_s/Ty06XlHREmI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xkDrjE5Cbhk/s1600/pipa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3uwIQlDi_s/Ty06XlHREmI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xkDrjE5Cbhk/s320/pipa.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seus olhos negros me comiam o coração&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Queria deixá-lo na mesa para ser seu alimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Teus seios fartos e leitosos era meu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Meu olhar embreagado te comia e bebia lentamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Meus pensamentos fervilhavam feito fogo de balão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu estava a voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pensava nas formas geométricas que meu corpo ia fazer com o teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seus segredos eram cuspidos em meus ouvidos feito liquidificador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje guardo em meu pensar o desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sonho será?? Hum quem sabe ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um desejo, um apego...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um nó cego que meu coração quer te dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-2235957306012452432?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2235957306012452432/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/02/segredos-de-liquidificador.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/2235957306012452432?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/2235957306012452432?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/02/segredos-de-liquidificador.html" title="Segredos de liquidificador" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3uwIQlDi_s/Ty06XlHREmI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xkDrjE5Cbhk/s72-c/pipa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEFQ385eSp7ImA9WhRbFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-3624512873872189862</id><published>2012-01-23T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:16:52.121-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T19:16:52.121-03:00</app:edited><title>Eu acho que tenho problemas</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRTsyfDexK8/Tx3YssKzUiI/AAAAAAAAAds/Yqkd3Lt3lq0/s1600/1210052660ZHeF4ws.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRTsyfDexK8/Tx3YssKzUiI/AAAAAAAAAds/Yqkd3Lt3lq0/s400/1210052660ZHeF4ws.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Penso que às vezes eu preciso estar sozinha, fumando um cigarro, ouvindo uma
música e deixando o tempo passar deitada sobre a areia da praia... me
disseram que contar estrelas fazia bem... eu acho que gosto disso... o
barulho do mar... e o movimento constante das ondas me tranquiliza e
renova meu ser... isso me faz feliz...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Estou buscando momentos felizes... tentando viver em um... tá difícil mas tô tentando... de vez em quando me sinto bem feliz assim&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
As pessoas não se importam com quem é só...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Elas simplesmente se afastam porque acham que temos problemas. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-3624512873872189862?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3624512873872189862/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-acho-que-tenho-problemas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/3624512873872189862?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/3624512873872189862?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-acho-que-tenho-problemas.html" title="Eu acho que tenho problemas" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRTsyfDexK8/Tx3YssKzUiI/AAAAAAAAAds/Yqkd3Lt3lq0/s72-c/1210052660ZHeF4ws.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNSH4yfCp7ImA9WhRUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-2987989757505117685</id><published>2012-01-23T18:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:04:59.094-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T19:04:59.094-03:00</app:edited><title>Deixaste um rastro teu no meu jardim</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
Procurei tentar te esquecer, amor&lt;/div&gt;
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Não quero que venhas enxugar meu pranto&lt;/div&gt;
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Não quero mais teu olhar no meu&lt;/div&gt;
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Nem teu beijo bandido&lt;/div&gt;
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Escondido entre as paredes do quarto&lt;/div&gt;
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...&lt;/div&gt;
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"Não quero mais amores cegos"&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu já disse isso outras vezes... &lt;/div&gt;
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Ai quem me dera enxergar as coisas&lt;/div&gt;
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... &lt;/div&gt;
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A distância e a amizade ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Porque eu sempre penso em ti para escrever&lt;/div&gt;
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Queria te esquecer&lt;/div&gt;
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Mesmo que por uns instantes...&lt;/div&gt;
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Acho que preciso tomar um porre&lt;/div&gt;
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Ou quem sabe adoçar a minha vida&lt;/div&gt;
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Para esquecer as amarras que deixasse em meu peito&lt;/div&gt;
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Beber daquele vinho que jogaste em minha roupa&lt;/div&gt;
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Prefiro deixar-te seguir...&lt;/div&gt;
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E vou sumir...&lt;/div&gt;
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Sem deixar rastro no caminho&lt;/div&gt;
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Vou buscar uma nova rota...&lt;/div&gt;
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E deixar que meus cachorros apaguem o teu rastro no meu jardim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-2987989757505117685?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2987989757505117685/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/deixaste-um-rastro-teu-no-meu-jardim.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/2987989757505117685?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/2987989757505117685?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/deixaste-um-rastro-teu-no-meu-jardim.html" title="Deixaste um rastro teu no meu jardim" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGSX04fyp7ImA9WhRVFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-3356824774129134612</id><published>2012-01-12T21:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:40:28.337-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T21:40:28.337-03:00</app:edited><title>Um balanço ao ar livre</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsUcyttQHj4/Tw98hmPnZ8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/MRGmvu4pX2U/s1600/nova.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsUcyttQHj4/Tw98hmPnZ8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/MRGmvu4pX2U/s640/nova.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu tenho um compromisso com o vício&lt;/div&gt;
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A embreaguez amorosa me perfura a alma&lt;/div&gt;
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O meu desejo insano de beijar e te deixar beijar está esgotado&lt;/div&gt;
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Me lembro dos tempos bons e quentes...&lt;/div&gt;
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Das noites sem luz... &lt;/div&gt;
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Dos recados guardados...&lt;/div&gt;
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Dos desejos distribuídos...&lt;/div&gt;
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Como um pedaço de maçã&lt;/div&gt;
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E desejo me deleitar novamente sobre ti... não posso&lt;/div&gt;
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A fonte do pecado é jogada em minhas compras&lt;/div&gt;
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Penso em comê-la...&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma minúscula quantidade, apenas o suficente para me levar a ti...&lt;/div&gt;
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Agora sou Eva...&lt;/div&gt;
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Me perco no pensar...&lt;/div&gt;
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Misturam-se hálitos embreagados no lençol de solteiro&lt;/div&gt;
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Abraço-te ... nossos corpos intocáveis agora entrelaçados&lt;/div&gt;
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Me faz relembrar...&lt;/div&gt;
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lembrar...lembrar...&lt;/div&gt;
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Pobre do meu coração, que não sabe amar assim&lt;/div&gt;
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É egoísta e fugaz... deixando o rastro para o próximo que for colher flores em meu jardim.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez eu seja idiota por não conseguir ouvir estrelas... me balanço na varanda e fumo mais outro cigarro... a lua inteira agora é um manto negro... SILÊNCIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-3356824774129134612?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3356824774129134612/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-balanco-ao-ar-livre.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/3356824774129134612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/3356824774129134612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-balanco-ao-ar-livre.html" title="Um balanço ao ar livre" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsUcyttQHj4/Tw98hmPnZ8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/MRGmvu4pX2U/s72-c/nova.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQMQHo5eSp7ImA9WhRVFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-1458947229438153278</id><published>2012-01-12T21:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:09:41.421-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T21:09:41.421-03:00</app:edited><title>Queria algum momento para não pensar... Talvez seja uma coisa boa</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Um dia desses... &lt;/div&gt;
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Quando a gente pensa que a solidão deu trégua, ela reaparece&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu...Deitada em almofadas brancas e &lt;i&gt;plumosas&lt;/i&gt; sinto ela me abraçar&lt;/div&gt;
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Não consigo fechar os olhos... Medo&lt;/div&gt;
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Queria que os momentos felizes, passados a poucos, repetissem inúmeras vezes&lt;/div&gt;
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A impressão que tenho é que recebo um abraço frio no tempo antecessor do meu ato de dormir...&lt;/div&gt;
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Queria que fosse mais tranquilo tudo isso&lt;/div&gt;
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Manhã de hoje... o calor me leva ao mar &lt;/div&gt;
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Tenho me sentido muito só&lt;/div&gt;
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Mesmo quando estou com outras pessoas, me sinto aquém dessa felicidade&lt;/div&gt;
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Que eu prefiro chamar de pseudofelicidade&lt;/div&gt;
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Na qual esbanjam os corpos sorridentes passando pelas areias &lt;/div&gt;
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Agora...&lt;br /&gt;Enterro no meu quintal o desejo de ser dois...&lt;/div&gt;
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Muito me cansa procurar a soma...&lt;/div&gt;
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A unidade vai ser tudo que vou buscar nesse instante&lt;/div&gt;
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Quero beber um pouco, me embreagar... talvez...&lt;/div&gt;
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Um gosto de vinho escorre em minha boca&lt;/div&gt;
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Vou acender um cigarro e deixar a noite me levar&lt;/div&gt;
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Feito uma pipa que corre com o vento&lt;/div&gt;
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Cravo meus pés no chão e penso em todas as novas possibilidades de levar a minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D98TOCsq3cc/TwXdENgXCQI/AAAAAAAAAdM/6P3eKEXx15I/s1600/Embriagados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D98TOCsq3cc/TwXdENgXCQI/AAAAAAAAAdM/6P3eKEXx15I/s320/Embriagados.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não há disfarce que resista aos efeitos colaterais da embriaguez&lt;/div&gt;
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Todos os setimentos são acionados&lt;/div&gt;
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Sinto saudades, choro, dou risada...&lt;/div&gt;
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Até mesmo fico muda... no espaço que vaga em minha cabeça...&lt;/div&gt;
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Fumo um cigarro...&lt;/div&gt;
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Olho ao redor e percebo que tudo que me rodeia são retângulos de concreto...&lt;/div&gt;
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Me perco no vazio suspenso do chão...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ela, a solidão, dá um nó no meu peito e tudo o que penso&lt;/div&gt;
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É deitar no sepulcro que guarda minha morte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tenho muito medo...MEDO&lt;/div&gt;
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Muito medo de ter coragem... porque não sou de nada &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPRXc1k0wvQ/TwHGmcSaq2I/AAAAAAAAAco/EAlEQ5HBLt8/s1600/IMG_1753-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPRXc1k0wvQ/TwHGmcSaq2I/AAAAAAAAAco/EAlEQ5HBLt8/s200/IMG_1753-1.JPG" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A agonia se repete... sinto uma moleza ... deito em meu sofá antes que um súbito clarão me apague e eu caia no chão... não sei bem o que é isso... uma confusão de ideias e impressões... apenas o locutor e sua seleção compõe a trilha sonora da madrugada quente da segunda feira... Penso que preciso é de um ouvido que me escute... Me sinto rodeada e ao mesmo tempo solitária... Preciso de um espaço cerebral em que minhas palavras tornem-se vivas e eu também... Não sei até quando vou aguentar essa solidão...&amp;nbsp; Espero que isso passe logo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;De vez em quando eu tenho pesadelos suicídas e isso muito medo me dá... Tenho tentado me distrair para não ter impulsos reais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Preciso sair do breu do coração de quem amo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-8841134520608045994?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8841134520608045994/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/preciso-sair-daqui.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/8841134520608045994?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/8841134520608045994?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2012/01/preciso-sair-daqui.html" title="Preciso sair daqui" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPRXc1k0wvQ/TwHGmcSaq2I/AAAAAAAAAco/EAlEQ5HBLt8/s72-c/IMG_1753-1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DQnozeSp7ImA9WhRWEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-6618475693159183349</id><published>2011-12-30T01:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:54:33.481-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-30T01:54:33.481-03:00</app:edited><title>Pensando em "certas coisas"</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDUPd6mcJuw/Tv1AmSVFNgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/b3vyYN1J-iE/s1600/DSCF0616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDUPd6mcJuw/Tv1AmSVFNgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/b3vyYN1J-iE/s400/DSCF0616.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não existiria vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se não houvesse o ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não haveria dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se não fosse a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A gente é mesmo assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não, talvez, vou, não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cada um que diz sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo o que quer dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cala tudo e não fala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que diz seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Silenciosamente eu te peço compaixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu te amo (dizendo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como quem sente e chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ouvindo um "não", talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nós somos medo e desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Somos feitos de silêncio e som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero te dizer tantas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-6618475693159183349?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6618475693159183349/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/pensando-em-certas-coisas.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/6618475693159183349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/6618475693159183349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/pensando-em-certas-coisas.html" title="Pensando em &quot;certas coisas&quot;" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDUPd6mcJuw/Tv1AmSVFNgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/b3vyYN1J-iE/s72-c/DSCF0616.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0INRnw5eSp7ImA9WhRQEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-6448796061873183717</id><published>2011-12-06T16:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:59:57.221-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T16:59:57.221-03:00</app:edited><title>GRITO (Em) SILÊNCIO</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPEhrWjDqGQ/Tt5z1bz0dsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ham3cL8IdII/s1600/grito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPEhrWjDqGQ/Tt5z1bz0dsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ham3cL8IdII/s320/grito.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu gritava de agonia... eles não entendiam minha dor... uma súbita sensação de perda se misturava ao suor que deslizava sobre o meu rosto... via uma mancha acinzentada sobre minha cabeça e o latido dos cachorros mais parecia uma música violenta em meu pensamento... TIVE A SENSAÇÃO DE QUE IA APAGAR... poucos minutos me davam a certeza de que seria levada do meu leito quente para aquela bandeja fria que servem os corpos inertes aos bichos do chão... Depois de levar a cabeça ao lugar de descanso... REPOUSEI... mas o que restou foi uma série de pesadelos... interrompidos na manhã quente pelo toque do celular... são 8h47 acabei de falar com minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-6448796061873183717?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6448796061873183717/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-gritava-de-agonia.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/6448796061873183717?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/6448796061873183717?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-gritava-de-agonia.html" title="GRITO (Em) SILÊNCIO" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPEhrWjDqGQ/Tt5z1bz0dsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ham3cL8IdII/s72-c/grito.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GRnk-eSp7ImA9WhRRFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-3714461450269943780</id><published>2011-11-30T16:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T16:53:47.751-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-30T16:53:47.751-03:00</app:edited><title>dó ré mi fá sol lá si SÓ</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me sinto só... Novamente... é como se não tivesse amor... e não tem... não tem tantas coisas que queria... não quero mais... quero apenas momentos instantâneos para guardar na memória, esses são os melhores (lembrança de Penedo... São Francisco - 409 -&amp;nbsp; fotografia) ... estou cansada de estar como se estivesse malhando numa academia e no final das contas perceber que não perdi uma grama... por isso vou continuar engordando e comendo os restos que ficam no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O sentimento chamado ciúme é ativado feito um nó em uma esponja molhada ... quando a gente se sente tocado por esse sentimento - que eu ainda não sei se é bom ou ruim - temos a sensação que vamos secar ... feito a água que cai da esponja, a diferença é que esse nó faz derramar águas que lacrimejam do nosso olhar e não podemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;embebedar-mos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;novamente ... ficamos desidratados e somente encontramos refúgio quando estamos sozinhos e dialogamos com o pensamento, que dessa vez se confunde com tudo aquilo que passamos não só no dia, mas em todos os momentos de nossas vidas ... é esquisito ... é novo ... não sei se é bem isso a definição para esse sentimento, mas senti um aperto por esses dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-4119036088908872136?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4119036088908872136/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/sentimento-ativado.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/4119036088908872136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/4119036088908872136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/sentimento-ativado.html" title="Sentimento ativado" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pyJW6PokcKs/TsvzLIptcRI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1esdOdeplv8/s72-c/doubt6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4AQn07fCp7ImA9WhdaEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-111666384551789384</id><published>2011-10-19T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:35:43.304-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T16:35:43.304-03:00</app:edited><title>Nó(s)</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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Nessa minha cuca maluca&lt;/div&gt;
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Muitas coisas se misturam&lt;/div&gt;
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Pensamentos vem e vão&lt;/div&gt;
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Enrolados nos meus desejos e loucuras&lt;/div&gt;
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Acendo um cigarro barato&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-111666384551789384?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/111666384551789384/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/vamos-dar-um-no-cego.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/111666384551789384?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/111666384551789384?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/vamos-dar-um-no-cego.html" title="Nó(s)" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMc9kt5lqM/Tp8YbmhcgKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/GI7HcOm7qCU/s72-c/11.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcBRHc9cSp7ImA9WhdUGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-2483127472901419623</id><published>2011-10-05T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:34:15.969-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-05T14:34:15.969-03:00</app:edited><title>"Tentei compor uma canção de amor, mas tudo pareceu tão fútil"</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É tão estranho como me sinto muda com o som da tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ontem pensei em escrever uma canção para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Era todo o som que passava em meus ouvidos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Senti falta do seu respirar... da tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Das palavras que me dizia... que me inspirava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por enquanto vou aguardar o silêncio ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou tentar rabiscar algumas palavras para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem sabe um dia eu te dou algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nem que seja uma caixinha de música daquelas que a bailarina fica dançando ... para você lembrar do quanto eu dancei para que pudesse me notar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Use a inteligência uma vez só" ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me desespero ... te quero... penso... tento.. te dou outro nome... preciso... respiro... inspiro... suspiro... me consomes... e dá prazer... uns dizem que não... outros nem falam, mas é sim... um detalhe... uma mancha acinzentada no ar... um trago de um cigarro... um cheiro... um incenso... a manhã de segunda feira ainda guarda o silêncio da tarde de domingo... ouço pássaros no meu quintal e penso nas possibilidades de voar e ir embora... me sinto só... observo apenas a mancha refletida na parede da sala, que se mistura a imagem que gravei ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2LvJStOy9g/TonFUBHS09I/AAAAAAAAAZA/0wWmK2ixeHQ/s1600/3047990801_8d858b530b_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2LvJStOy9g/TonFUBHS09I/AAAAAAAAAZA/0wWmK2ixeHQ/s400/3047990801_8d858b530b_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Do lado de casa" - fotografia na Lagoa Mundaú (foto tirada em 2009 integrante do ensaio "Caminho das águas")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCpoDq6Wymo/TnewpXN1XbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9xnix01BzLU/s1600/Nova+Imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="115" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCpoDq6Wymo/TnewpXN1XbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9xnix01BzLU/s400/Nova+Imagem.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Senti uma louca vontade de verbalizar minha&amp;nbsp;indignação diante dos olhos de quem cuspiu o gozo para minha existência...para mostrar aos inocentes aquilo que mais me dá nojo... a falsidade. Desculpe-me pobre homem se um dia fosses escolhido para ser meu pai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-2779986376592859018?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2779986376592859018/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-aquele-que-cuspiu.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/2779986376592859018?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/2779986376592859018?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-aquele-que-cuspiu.html" title="Para aquele que cuspiu ..." /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCpoDq6Wymo/TnewpXN1XbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9xnix01BzLU/s72-c/Nova+Imagem.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUHSXwzfSp7ImA9WhdVEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-7737180887404345427</id><published>2011-09-14T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:37:18.285-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-14T13:37:18.285-03:00</app:edited><title>Crua</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQi07RG-szs/TnDW8d4i1II/AAAAAAAAAY4/AgxRABbjQe0/s1600/p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQi07RG-szs/TnDW8d4i1II/AAAAAAAAAY4/AgxRABbjQe0/s400/p.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fechei os olhos e tentei não pensar em nada que ultrapassasse o retângulo que deitávamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Encostei minha cabeça em teu seio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Procurando ouvir qualquer som produzido pelo seu corpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deslizando minhas mãos sobre teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pensava em todas as vontades que havia guardado para aquele momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembrava de seu riso sútil e seu jeito rude ao dirigir sua palavra a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isso me encantava... parecia uma suave melodia que escutava quando sentia a felicidade me tocar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nossos desejos eram expressos em toques misturados ao calor humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E tudo isso formava fotografias iluminadas pelo abajur do quarto do hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Trazendo na mala...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Um cãozinho lindo que encontrei na estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Seu nome é Daucus Carota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas conhecido como Cenourinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-3538143896171948299?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3538143896171948299/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/tinha-um-cao-sem-dono-que-passava-na.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/3538143896171948299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/3538143896171948299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/tinha-um-cao-sem-dono-que-passava-na.html" title="&quot;Tinha um cão sem dono que passava na minha rua&quot;" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8TuCpGK7YPs/TkVLO38dhsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oZvwklTC9zU/s72-c/carota.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4EQHo5eSp7ImA9WhZaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-6046605640789809709</id><published>2011-06-28T15:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:05:01.421-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-28T16:05:01.421-03:00</app:edited><title>Gosto de Estar Respirando e me Embebedar com o  Bom  Ar dessa cidade</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7MHLmF1FtQ/TgogNDCFFcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/N3ClKL50rAs/s1600/12121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7MHLmF1FtQ/TgogNDCFFcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/N3ClKL50rAs/s400/12121.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A saudade me mata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando não estou por aí...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A Princesa das Matas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Que guarda no ar uma força que me move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Da ponta dos dedos até tocar sem sentir as estrelas do céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Um frio que faz soltar fumaça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A tranquilidade ronda todo o lugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Um silêncio característico de interior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No verde o rastro de quem passou por aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Flores, Matos, Bichos, Homens, Mulheres, Crianças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A simplicidade estampada nas comunidades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nos olhares dos mais velhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Da comida de panela...farta sobre a mesa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A batata doce, o inhame, a galinha de capoeira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ai que vontade de voltar lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A saudade que me dói...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Só peço a Deus que guarde as estrelas do céu de lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Para que eu possa voltar e encontrá-las novamente na escuridão da estrada fria entre o berço da cultura e a frieza do Mar Vermelho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(Inspirado no ar que só se encontra em Gereba/Boa Vista/Bananas [Tangil - povoado a 10km da cidade de Viçosa])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Parece que Deus fez  cópias do céu estrelado e colocou em todos os interiores de cada  lugar... para que todos pudessem contemplá-los sempre"... o céu de  Viçosa e Feira Grande limparam a névoa que guardo da cidade todos os  dias... guardei até duas estrelas no bolso para apreciar depois =)... pensei nisso no feriado... passei por lá!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Às vezes acho que todas as estrelas me olham... respiro o aroma rural, aspirando uma fumaça que me mata com pensamentos que cuspo nessa estrada fria" (escrevi isso na estrada entre Viçosa/Mar Vermelho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-6046605640789809709?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6046605640789809709/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/gosto-de-estar-respirando-e-me.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/6046605640789809709?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/6046605640789809709?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/gosto-de-estar-respirando-e-me.html" title="Gosto de Estar Respirando e me Embebedar com o  Bom  Ar dessa cidade" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7MHLmF1FtQ/TgogNDCFFcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/N3ClKL50rAs/s72-c/12121.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cAQHg5fip7ImA9WhZbFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-205646738056635913</id><published>2011-06-20T16:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:44:01.626-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-20T16:44:01.626-03:00</app:edited><title>Uma semana agradável...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qR9K0nMFIRU/Tf-ikP2Wx_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/9B4wR95ua18/s1600/261288_2060802516367_1133817994_2411426_7543775_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qR9K0nMFIRU/Tf-ikP2Wx_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/9B4wR95ua18/s1600/261288_2060802516367_1133817994_2411426_7543775_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Descobri que com você eu posso conversar em silêncio &lt;br /&gt;
Que eu posso contar minha dor&lt;br /&gt;
Que podemos compartilhar o mesmo filtro de cigarro&lt;br /&gt;
E até beber mais gelo do que whisky&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;br /&gt;
Me disseste que te fiz viajar sentada&lt;br /&gt;
Dei meu sorriso porque embarquei junto nessa praia&lt;br /&gt;
Até brinquei contigo dizendo que ia embora&lt;br /&gt;
E demonstrasse a preocupação de amiga para que não fizesse besteira.&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;br /&gt;
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Por tudo isso... e outras coisas mais... que ficam apenas na memória...&lt;br /&gt;
eu AGRADEÇO... e espero que seja o início de uma bela amizade.&lt;br /&gt;
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Valeu M &amp;amp; M... foi massa conhecer vocês.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-205646738056635913?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/205646738056635913/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/uma-semana-agradavel.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/205646738056635913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/205646738056635913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/uma-semana-agradavel.html" title="Uma semana agradável..." /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qR9K0nMFIRU/Tf-ikP2Wx_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/9B4wR95ua18/s72-c/261288_2060802516367_1133817994_2411426_7543775_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4NQXo8fip7ImA9WhZbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-8098723090490788362</id><published>2011-06-16T17:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:09:50.476-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-16T17:09:50.476-03:00</app:edited><title>Campo verde...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrUoh-yVI14/TfpaqYYxXhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mCJ5fjN7BSw/s1600/DSC_4825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrUoh-yVI14/TfpaqYYxXhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mCJ5fjN7BSw/s400/DSC_4825.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A tarde cai... o sol dorme... e cada vez mais eu embarco nesses blocos de algodão....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Escuto o barulho das árvores... sinto o frescor do campo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes tenho a sensação de que essa grama verde que passo tempo deitada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É o sepulcro que solidão marca em meu corpo a cada instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sinto falta ... Sinto falta... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta do ombro amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta das tardes vagas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta das indecisões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta de Caetano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta ... Sinto falta... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta do som de vinil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta dos segredos compartilhados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta dos conselhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta da minha vida com tua presença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta do toque no vidro do carro que me acordava de vez em quando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta do balançar que seu corpo dá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta ... Sinto falta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta de chorar em teu quarto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta do sorriso espontâneo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta do abraço demorado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta dos momentos ímpares em par &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta do meu novo olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta de palavras...&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto falta até do frutilly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto falta ... da AMIZADE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto falta de tudo que você me disse...&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo aquilo que não concordei...&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto falta de ... "você pra tirar os pés do chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="HOD"&gt;E pra colocá-los também.&lt;br /&gt;
Pra chorar acolhida no melhor abraço do mundo&lt;br /&gt;
E pra gargalhar das maiores banalidades, &lt;br /&gt;
Pra perceber as coisas simples, pra viver as maiores.&lt;br /&gt;
Pra ser minha amiga, minha irmã, minha cúmplice. &lt;br /&gt;
Pra ver a vida com os seus olhos pequenininhos que enxergam&amp;nbsp;tão além das coisas vis,&amp;nbsp; com um filtro de amor e sensibilidade lindo que só você tem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UhXiVG7TYI/Tfi7_rzGP3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/-wBkl9AlLjQ/s1600/ll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UhXiVG7TYI/Tfi7_rzGP3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/-wBkl9AlLjQ/s1600/ll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sem rima, mas com coração. Só pra dizer no fim das contas que você é incrível, ímpar! E que eu te amo muito, muito, muito!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(fragmentos de um depoimento que recebi pelo orkut que é totalmente recíproco)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Te amo muito... preciso de você para descansar minha cabeça em teu ombro... vamos parar de bobagens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"de Amora... que chora... tua pele com o nome não cola" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-6025155329358072730?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6025155329358072730/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/voce-me-falta.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/6025155329358072730?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/6025155329358072730?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/voce-me-falta.html" title="Você me falta..." /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JnsphyEs8_0/Tfi5lOc30sI/AAAAAAAAAYU/bG1gP1WhQJ4/s72-c/14.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEGR3YzeCp7ImA9WhZUGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-8375607566329573760</id><published>2011-06-13T15:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:43:46.880-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-13T15:43:46.880-03:00</app:edited><title>Um dia de sol</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-691fGi-6300/TfZYi3EjHQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gBpD50fVhaA/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-691fGi-6300/TfZYi3EjHQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gBpD50fVhaA/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sempre penso na solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me vejo carregando ela toda vez que chegas perto de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tua voz e teu olhar não me deixa ver o que via antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te sinto longe... te sinto perto... é tão confuso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto a solidão... mas sinto você me tirando dela de vez em quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Até quando??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Eu vivo procurando alguém que sofra como eu também, mas não consigo achar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O vento, a chuva, o barulho do mar, areia nos pés...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um filtro molhado e vagabundo como eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Correndo contra o vento...querendo caminhar pela areia dessa praia sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O sol acordou bem cedo e decidiu dormir a tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para que eu pudesse chorar sem que percebessem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E logo depois me trancar no quarto frio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Escondendo e negando atrás do sorriso sem graça que mostro desde a última vez que nos beijamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;O mais bonito sentimento que ainda guardo por ti... O AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;R... melhor expresso pela palavra SAUDADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-8375607566329573760?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8375607566329573760/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-dia-de-sol.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/8375607566329573760?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/8375607566329573760?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-dia-de-sol.html" title="Um dia de sol" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-691fGi-6300/TfZYi3EjHQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gBpD50fVhaA/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUERnwzfCp7ImA9WhZUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-4437732282215612999</id><published>2011-06-07T13:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:03:27.284-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-07T14:03:27.284-03:00</app:edited><title>Desesper-ANDO</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qCBns9CnKQ/Te5ZqhAX45I/AAAAAAAAAYM/PQkEi5HA5XI/s1600/ppp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qCBns9CnKQ/Te5ZqhAX45I/AAAAAAAAAYM/PQkEi5HA5XI/s320/ppp.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entre quatro paredes&lt;br /&gt;
O sol reflete a garrafa na mesa&lt;br /&gt;
Estou sentada aqui&lt;br /&gt;
Compondo uma canção para quê?&lt;br /&gt;
Essa solidão que me mata (maltrata)&lt;br /&gt;
Tentei te esquecer (nunca deixei)&lt;br /&gt;
Nós dois somos um&lt;br /&gt;
Nós dois somos dois&lt;br /&gt;
Nós somos assim&lt;br /&gt;
Bebemos (vivemos) na solidão&lt;br /&gt;
Que me invade, me pega de jeito&lt;br /&gt;
[Não aceito mais você]&lt;br /&gt;
Nessa solidão que me pega de jeito&lt;br /&gt;
E guarda a saudade no peito&lt;br /&gt;
Só penso em você&lt;br /&gt;
Quero te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;
Em qualquer lugar, seja como for&lt;br /&gt;
Quero te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;
Matar essa saudade do nosso amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-4437732282215612999?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4437732282215612999/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/desesper-ando.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/4437732282215612999?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/4437732282215612999?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/06/desesper-ando.html" title="Desesper-ANDO" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qCBns9CnKQ/Te5ZqhAX45I/AAAAAAAAAYM/PQkEi5HA5XI/s72-c/ppp.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAGSXkyeip7ImA9WhZUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815808463075361803.post-2045605190212660856</id><published>2011-05-31T14:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:45:28.792-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-07T14:45:28.792-03:00</app:edited><title>"Se eu ainda pudesse fingir que te amo"</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wjj33-pjDg/TeUhfkankcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5FtTPAM9qOo/s1600/OgAAAJmlLfcoDsT8mYVJfecrIf-OgYqKS_2zHCqc-zJNS_qL2rCi8et3_BBvyqYLtxuHbQINq8jdfooXucFU-yumpx4Am1T1UPxk-drPcsk_fXNaL2cSh_9BFsja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wjj33-pjDg/TeUhfkankcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5FtTPAM9qOo/s320/OgAAAJmlLfcoDsT8mYVJfecrIf-OgYqKS_2zHCqc-zJNS_qL2rCi8et3_BBvyqYLtxuHbQINq8jdfooXucFU-yumpx4Am1T1UPxk-drPcsk_fXNaL2cSh_9BFsja.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Se eu ainda pudesse fingir que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Buscaria sempre tua companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Se eu ainda pudesse fingir que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Me embriagaria com um vinho vagabundo para dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Se eu ainda pudesse fingir que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Ficaria em teu leito para beijar-te com gosto de sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Se eu ainda pudesse fingir que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Viajaria além da nossa imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Se eu ainda pudesse fingir que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Ligaria só para ouvir o bravo som da tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Se eu ainda pudesse fingir que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Dançaria na chuva para você me aquecer depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Se eu ainda pudesse fingir que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Pararia e te olharia sempre...sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Se eu ainda pudesse fingir que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Eu diria...eu fingiria...se eu ainda pudesse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;TE-AMO!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/815808463075361803-2045605190212660856?l=natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2045605190212660856/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-eu-ainda-pudesse-fingir-que-te-amo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/2045605190212660856?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/815808463075361803/posts/default/2045605190212660856?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://natalhinhamarinho.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-eu-ainda-pudesse-fingir-que-te-amo.html" title="&quot;Se eu ainda pudesse fingir que te amo&quot;" /><author><name>Natalhinha Marinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11784797878487406515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFd6Rd09HJQ/SCMYUumKnOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uR07z_BTHR8/S220/P1110115.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wjj33-pjDg/TeUhfkankcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5FtTPAM9qOo/s72-c/OgAAAJmlLfcoDsT8mYVJfecrIf-OgYqKS_2zHCqc-zJNS_qL2rCi8et3_BBvyqYLtxuHbQINq8jdfooXucFU-yumpx4Am1T1UPxk-drPcsk_fXNaL2cSh_9BFsja.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

