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[ Leo ]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/xEc2OlG_4Q0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T18:17:33.954-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_N3mQtmtc7Y/TyMGMIjrmWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/x4AqMzd1EDE/s72-c/bussola.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/01/sentido.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Sim, vivo!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/ipdCaalssBI/sim-vivo.html</link><category>Nós</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 04:55:52 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-1477586965922469650</guid><description>Cada dia mais vivo e confiado ao Amor, que já andava duvidando existisse...Dona Vida, mais sábia e mestra em sabores,me surpreendeu com um mundo novo,meu norte encontrado ao sul.
[Leo]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/ipdCaalssBI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T10:55:52.998-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCo5iEFVz6s/TxbAqe98o2I/AAAAAAAAKdA/5af6AiPLbe4/s72-c/tumblr_lvdgx1LdpR1qilc2jo1_400.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/01/sim-vivo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Você é minha bússola!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/f3P5H0Tutrs/norte.html</link><category>Nós</category><category>minhas crônicas</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 10:26:35 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-5972188037264283631</guid><description>"Você é meu Norte" 
Apesar de nunca antes ter vivido ou sentido como é ter alguém como "Norte", eu sempre achei linda essa declaração. 
Também nunca fui o Norte de alguém (ao menos que eu saiba...) 

Ser o Norte de alguém é muito mais que uma declaração bonita. 
Ser o Norte de alguém é ser a casa, o caminho, a direção. 

Ter o seu Norte é ter o seu lugar, é voltar pra onde você nunca deveria&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/f3P5H0Tutrs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T16:26:35.795-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLlQNOeW6Ds/TwswR0fpBtI/AAAAAAAAKbA/UwY52bFPpb4/s72-c/tumblr_luiup4IFjh1r1ntvmo1_500_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2009/03/norte.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A paz fujona...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/6M61L4f5lgw/paz-fujona.html</link><category>meus poemas</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 03:34:09 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-5504099103324569270</guid><description>Dormia chorando todas as madrugadas.
A noite era culpada, pois trazia consigo, de mansinho, o luar.
...é que ele fazia a tristeza voltar.
Mas as estrelas revelavam a luz, que nela, ainda brilhava.

Quando amanhecia, havia uma explosão de cores
através do sol, da chuva, da rua,
de tudo o que se movia e gritava.
Criava suas fantasias à partir do dia, nada mais faltava, sentia alegria, era dia!

Sua&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/6M61L4f5lgw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T09:34:09.704-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_jXMP_vQoQ/TwGWGwdwMKI/AAAAAAAAKXw/tdh894qtxvo/s72-c/paz2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/01/paz-fujona.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Um no Outro</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/jk3vDYYniwU/um-no-outro.html</link><category>Nós</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2011 17:44:05 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-8000968526338979804</guid><description>“Fechei os olhos para não te vere a minha boca para não dizer…E dos meus olhos fechados desceramlágrimas que não enxuguei,e da minha boca fechadanasceram sussurrose palavras mudas que te dediquei…O amor é quando a gente mora um no outro.”
(Mario Quintana)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/jk3vDYYniwU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-30T23:44:05.855-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6immBrql6Ns/Tv5ohn1694I/AAAAAAAAKXM/L92ssCZuuD0/s72-c/302095_2288043558286_1164845251_32082836_713926361_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-no-outro.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Om dia, logo ágora... Eu-topia!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/d9XeNXsICmI/om-dia-logo-agora-eu-topia.html</link><category>Teimoseando</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 09:17:06 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-5528409906916694201</guid><description>Te amo tu-Du...
Te amo ao-Léo, meu céu.

[Du-Léo]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/d9XeNXsICmI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T15:17:06.913-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SidS9XMWvY/TvdXRY4B5iI/AAAAAAAAANA/da9gqLLwzPc/s72-c/009+%25282%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/12/om-dia-logo-agora-eu-topia.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Os olhos da alma</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/ZFcGKsXn4ZM/os-olhos-da-alma.html</link><category>Du</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 04:43:32 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-1554665289951951602</guid><description>Por que é que de tanto ver, banalizamos o olhar?É preciso enxergar para viver o que há para ser visto,olhar com os olhos da alma!
[Du]
Imagem daqui&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/ZFcGKsXn4ZM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T10:43:32.846-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xtDg6-uw5Cg/TuNTSewppRI/AAAAAAAAKOM/PpYQDJRKlys/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-olhos-da-alma.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>... Feliz Aniversário...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/trV3p8nU8hE/feliz-aniversario.html</link><category>Nós</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 07:50:52 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-4288377859156376078</guid><description>Para Leonardo Zaqueu&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/trV3p8nU8hE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T13:50:52.693-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqPEr3TyCKQ/Tt44gBOSU9I/AAAAAAAAKNI/t1dOOoN5V3c/s72-c/feliz_aniversario_amor.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-aniversario.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Como dois animais</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/RaUdPZqzHF4/como-dois-animais.html</link><category>Du</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 08:25:59 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-8151127283660572527</guid><description>Delírio, fascínio, desejo descontrolado, como dois animais. Eu era feliz e sabia. Quer mais?
[Du]
imagem daqui&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/RaUdPZqzHF4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-01T14:25:59.498-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7dVOnTvw38/TteqGuBMGhI/AAAAAAAAKL0/zSo89ma7_yk/s72-c/A3EF1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/12/como-dois-animais.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Fiados</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/vL9eci3zoRs/fiados.html</link><category>Nós</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 04:35:58 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-1429288973097126789</guid><description>Caminhos na pele suspeitavam medos escondidos, sobras e tocaias.Cada avanço da mão firme, um gemido, uma lágrima, dois sorrisos.
[Leo]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/vL9eci3zoRs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-26T10:35:58.470-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSVsWckX3vc/TtDcdoQXkyI/AAAAAAAAKKA/EQHd0vGoJYk/s72-c/casal_no_sol.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/fiados.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Máquina de Lavar</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/uYW42tc_71A/maquina-de-lavar.html</link><category>Nós</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 01:04:15 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-95097334459725502</guid><description>No mais entro no teu seio e vou sendo centrifugado
Fogem-me as manchasfica-me o que sou 
Este doce ser-com






[Leo]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/uYW42tc_71A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T07:04:15.920-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPRqxnY227c/Tsy00w2kcEI/AAAAAAAAAME/bblRRfiQGj8/s72-c/254771_199187363476751_199179820144172_526867_2798763_naa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/maquina-de-lavar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Entramados</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/vz-oCrUHPkI/entramados.html</link><category>Nós</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 04:45:47 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-7937854601528706070</guid><description>Fechados meus olhos te pincelam de cor
Nenhum filtro ou (d)efeito
Desenho de
anima

Meu desejo viciou de
te
plantar alegrias
Teu coração bate cócegas no
meu peito
O tempo é terno neste instante
que pare


[Leo]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/vz-oCrUHPkI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T10:45:47.831-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ystc7rEhYyc/TsuYuUkyqCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/utEUJnX-AWI/s72-c/oo8n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/entramados.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Respiro-te, amo-te, quero!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/IsQDh2KN6Xs/respiro-te-amo-te-quero.html</link><category>Nós</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 05:45:43 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-3287629149238997697</guid><description>Fechei os olhos eabracei o gosto da tua alma no avesso da  minha pele
Bebi guloso o cheiro das tuas entranhas origâmicas travessuras de Dona Psiquê
bagunçando-me, deliciosamente, as palavras
Enxerguei então, de ouvido desprezando  partituraso  toque do teu alentoesta carícia lasciva em minhas ventas
Virei feliz!



[Leo]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/IsQDh2KN6Xs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-19T11:45:43.953-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ubbpYcQOFI/Tsey46WEWUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Uxd0c-8j0SQ/s72-c/Art9.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/respiro-te-amo-te-quero.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A guardo</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/cEsYgtwICdI/guardo.html</link><category>Saudade</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 15:03:40 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-4750846170137777777</guid><description>Antes que o sol do céu se vá,se guarde...o meu sol terá chegado!

[Leo]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/cEsYgtwICdI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-18T21:03:40.294-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm7izyDGh8E/TsbjmZc_N1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/r5SrDNC0MKw/s72-c/375983_179014298854867_100002388936279_362577_1192951077_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/guardo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Palavra-nua</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/SkY_FF2LaBc/palavra-nua.html</link><category>Du</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 06:32:31 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-3988102148404177879</guid><description>Imatura-mente-segura. Internamente sinto. O gelo é dor... persisto-canso-desisto. Aqueço em ideias tuas. Palavra. Nua. 
[Du]
Fonte da imagem&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/SkY_FF2LaBc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-18T12:32:31.249-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNA6HiBedl4/TsZsPYBjw0I/AAAAAAAAKHY/z6xjuk2dIFw/s72-c/Lagrimas-de-Amor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/palavra-nua.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Laços e nós...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/v5ifwhl99CI/lacos-e-nos.html</link><category>minhas frases</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 08:19:20 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-2710935536534814792</guid><description>Um dia ou um coração podem ser vazios. Ou podemos plantar sementes de ternura e fazer das duas coisas, uma só. Laços de nós.
[Du]
Imagem daqui&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/v5ifwhl99CI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T14:19:20.806-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PMGCYTTuGxo/TkLE6g8dZzI/AAAAAAAAJro/8v5McsgxvGw/s72-c/m%25C3%25A3os+dadas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/08/lacos-e-nos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Eu-te-amo-nós</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/6UfUui3Z3lI/eu-te-amo-nos.html</link><category>Nós</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 05:37:58 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-130761917195217983</guid><description>Descrente de reencarnatórios assuntos e surpreendido no em tanto deste amormais velhos que o tempo 
Raízes  fincadas no antes simples cidade kairótica   nos (en)cantos dos corpos-casas nos parimos nós
(en)laços anímicosorigamações dos membros bricolagens re-spir-antes 
Nossos trazidos tudosse abraçam apertados
e-ternos
cada  dorpõe no colo uma  outra
cicatrizes se encaixam desenham mapa do que&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/6UfUui3Z3lI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T11:37:58.560-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHCsXD4hEag/TsJmgdCM2jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mwME5nLpT-w/s72-c/origamis.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-te-amo-nos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Intensamente</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/zqFY6DBgVJM/intensamente.html</link><category>Du</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 04:35:01 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-3539899827989274466</guid><description>Intensamente
Como a mais límpida das águas na pureza dos sentimentos o amor é luz e não cega apenas nos guia, nos leva. 
De mãos dadas alcançamos as estrelas, nossos olhos se encontraram finalmente, quando ganhei teu sorriso e quase chorei num sublime momento de ternura e afago... 
Meu doce anjo, ouço teu coração descompassado o meu bate depressa, quase febril, nossas bocas ávidas por beijos&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/zqFY6DBgVJM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T10:35:01.372-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxBVdGVHR9U/TsEKl-Me_HI/AAAAAAAAKFM/SvuNgEXr-zM/s72-c/untitled.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/intensamente.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Deserto</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/dU803DLUhHE/deserto.html</link><category>Du</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 04:12:29 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-4120407827391947244</guid><description>Insano e vez-em-quando vê miragens em paisagens existentes, só-mente na mente.Não mente.Sente.Uni-verso.Inverso.Reverso.In-verso.
[Du]

Imagem daqui&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/dU803DLUhHE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-12T10:12:29.596-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_WMFBk5jGU/Tr5iTyh4QtI/AAAAAAAAKE8/zAh9iW1JdtE/s72-c/miragens-do-deserto-lourival-dos-sant.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/deserto.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Quisera</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/unkWfe42J1M/quisera.html</link><category>Du</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 05:02:58 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-3120556889944246959</guid><description>Quisera eu ter coragem de ser tua sem reservase a capacidade de amar sem medo...malditas quimeras, desassossego!
[Du]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/unkWfe42J1M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T11:02:58.923-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HP7VcdALaPI/Trp5u9SYnTI/AAAAAAAAKEE/r9c9MX3F_xk/s72-c/luna.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/quisera.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Cantando a lua</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/vklXU1m3xl4/cantando-lua.html</link><category>minhas frases</category><category>Du</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2011 13:09:51 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-529195182648222386</guid><description>Eu vou embora, você sabe
Vou pulando as noites para não chorar e contando estrelas.
Não levo mais essa mala de tristeza, vou cantando a lua.

[Du]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/vklXU1m3xl4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-06T19:09:51.629-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-haKNONLYaNY/Trb2egldntI/AAAAAAAAKDU/y4V_xU6af3I/s72-c/lua-cheia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/cantando-lua.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Poemando contradição</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/w5Kaj7RUwWo/poemando-contradicao.html</link><category>Du</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du)</author><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 09:00:34 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-8525315043007795521</guid><description>Sou poema e sou água, ebulição na emoção. 
Ilusão? Evapora na decepção. 
Águas do viver... 
fluídos a romper nas tempestades do meu ser.

Quero colo e quero solidão
quero solo fértil na imensidão do mar
quero estrelas de sol na escuridão
e gosto de rimar, por que não?

Eu sou assim, sobrenome contradição
paradoxos e sorrisos em profusão.
Sou toda coração
Mas meu caminhar segue a luz da razão.

[&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/w5Kaj7RUwWo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T14:00:34.415-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtoscADpWRU/TrK6SL8HNkI/AAAAAAAAKBQ/Nq0OdxJGcEk/s72-c/amor+odio.webp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/11/poemando-contradicao.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Abraço</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/zQ4XZo8GNm4/abraco.html</link><category>Abraço</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 14:48:29 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-7231911295106038832</guid><description>Se meu vento-hálito te passeia pela água-pele,
te faço ondas,quebrando e requebrando na areia do tempo.
Se tuas (in)ternas águas se derramam sobre meu fogo,
chiamos música...me acalmas e te evaporo.
Agora és nuvem,podes voar bem alto,
podes chover-te toda dengosa em minha terra.

Mas se disseres ser terra,
faço-me fogo nas tuas entranhas ,
provoco-te vulcâneas loucuras,
gritos quentes do&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/zQ4XZo8GNm4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T19:48:29.423-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2zyD1jvU_I/Tq7O0wZT_MI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mJWDgZwmuQw/s72-c/25-quero_seu_abraco_F.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/10/abraco.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Cuidado</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/gTxjDctu9iA/cuidado.html</link><category>Cuidado</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 09:32:54 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-4345278723516587473</guid><description>Quero mesmo,manhã gelada,ser enfermeiro-amante,te cuidar.Quero muito te deitar no colo,mergulhar-olhos-dentro-d'olhos,a(carici)ninhar...Quero tanto,é te dar comprimidos-beijos,sem horários certos,que entre enfermeiro e amante,Minha competência,ser mesmo teu.
[Leonardo Zaqueu]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/gTxjDctu9iA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-01T14:32:54.542-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_HxBt5ZsE4/Tq7MB7MVm7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/cvzdWdx-qTY/s72-c/cuidado.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuidado.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Flamenco</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/6DK7yhfpxjI/flamenco.html</link><category>Flamenco</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 09:37:11 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-2561308460084536450</guid><description>Gostas de Flamenco?Dedilh-arte,minha bela guitarra.Arranc-arte gritos de re-nascimento. Sêmen-te-arte borboletas no avesso da pele.Não escrevo...sou gozo:Jorro-me em tua pele-carne-alma-vida!Escorro-me por toda tua extensâo,lambuzo-te de mim,faço-me sêmem-sagrado,te batizo neste amor-verdadeque somos nós: (en)laços per-feitos!
[Leonardo Zaqueu]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/6DK7yhfpxjI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-01T14:37:11.235-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wcRTYVo04g/Tq7KyCxcbGI/AAAAAAAAACs/TwUBO7oCd8g/s72-c/flamenco-iii.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamenco.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

