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Se não &amp;nbsp;fosse como uma flor,&lt;br /&gt;
Seria um sol,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Em alguns momentos forte,&lt;br /&gt;
Em outros imaturo como uma criança que gosta de birra,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Te faz rir,&lt;br /&gt;
Te faz chorar,&lt;br /&gt;
Te faz querer o bem querer,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
De amor é feita a felicidade,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-6693665464995814471?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Alguns procuram por uma vida,&lt;br /&gt;
E nunca o encontram,&lt;br /&gt;
Alguns fazem de conta que nem o sentem,&lt;br /&gt;
Outros se agarram a ele com se fosse tudo a sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nem sempre há resposta para as perguntas,&lt;br /&gt;
Algumas vezes sobra só ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;
Destas tão poucas são fúteis o quanto gostaríamos que fosse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não são só desejos,&lt;br /&gt;
Nem mesmo são o que você já teve,&lt;br /&gt;
É só o que ainda tem por vir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
É a certeza que bate no íntimo do seu peito,&lt;br /&gt;
O calor que vem da esperança em uma noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não há de ser mais que do que você pode suportar,&lt;br /&gt;
Nem menos ao ponto que você precise mendigar por ele,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E tudo isso simplesmente para você dar valor a ele.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Finava na garoa que se trazia,&lt;br /&gt;
Alegria do coração,&lt;br /&gt;
Desfazia-se na partida da amada,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tempestade em alto mar,&lt;br /&gt;
Nítida decadência,&lt;br /&gt;
Perdido no ato de amar,&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo que sobrou foi carência,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Faltou um norte,&lt;br /&gt;
Que indicasse um abraço forte,&lt;br /&gt;
Sobrou a morte,&lt;br /&gt;
Resumindo-se em um corte,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Desvaneceu-se, &lt;br /&gt;
A procura da alegria do dia,&lt;br /&gt;
De olhos fechados,&lt;br /&gt;
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Tão certo quanto a morte,&lt;br /&gt;
O amor desapareceu,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ela me disse apenas uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;
Ela disse para mim adeus,&lt;br /&gt;
Ela se foi,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-3887994051703315989?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nos olhos da moça em que se encantou,&lt;br /&gt;
O destino sorriu,&lt;br /&gt;
Moça dos seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;
Diferente de todas que já provou,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O infinito ainda era pouco,&lt;br /&gt;
Para se comparar com a grandeza deste amor,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas os dias são pequenos,&lt;br /&gt;
A carência é grande,&lt;br /&gt;
A saudade maior ainda,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coração tentou o suicídio&lt;br /&gt;
Entre trabalhos e estudos,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Planejou tanto o que queria ser,&lt;br /&gt;
que esqueceu de ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Entre a vida e a morte,&lt;br /&gt;
Desvaído daquele distante infinito,&lt;br /&gt;
Sonhou com um mundo de amor,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas acordou no caos do seu dia a dia,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-3628791842045910074?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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e todo o sentimento de saudade que sua falta me trás iria passar,&lt;br /&gt;
um dia iria encontrar alguém legal, e que eu iria me apegar,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas a verdade é que quanto mais o tempo passa eu descubro que você&lt;br /&gt;
estava errada.&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje eu senti tanta saudade sua que deu vontade de chorar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez você mau lembre de mim, ou nem queira mais lembrar do que sentia&lt;br /&gt;
por mim,&lt;br /&gt;
Ficar nessa incerteza é deprimente.&lt;br /&gt;
Se minha auto-confiança um dia foi grande, hoje já não tenho mais&lt;br /&gt;
certeza se sorrirei mais uma vez como sorri por te amar,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Meus sonhos ainda carrego nas costas, com a persistência que sempre&lt;br /&gt;
tive, e você ainda é o amor que almejo para mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-7999814047522850408?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quero que seja para sempre minha, &lt;br /&gt;
Que nesse sempre sejamos feliz sem brigas e apenas felicidade e amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-1854679008653922069?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quero que me diga que é feliz. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero sentir você de onde estou, e nosso amor mais uma vez vai atravessar as fronteiras dos estados. Quero poder fechar os olhos e sentir seu&amp;nbsp; coração perto de mim. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero abraçar todo esse amor que te&amp;nbsp; falo que exite. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero sussurrar no ar, e que o vento leve meu beijo até você. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero que você acredite que logo estaremos juntos. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero te mostrar que nosso amor nunca esteve separado desde o dia que nos conhecemos. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero que pense em mim, pois eu vou estar pensando em você. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero que pense em mim, pois eu estou sempre pensando em você, da hora que acordo e até na hora que estou dormindo. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero que confie em mim, pois você é a pessoa que eu mais confio. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero que seja minha mulher, pois só assim vou estar completo. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero que me ame, pois o meu amor por você jamais vai acabar. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero que inicie esse novo ano de vida com felicidade, pois é o começo da nossa vida juntos. &lt;br /&gt;
Quero tanta coisa que só vou te mostrar com minhas atitudes. Mas por cima de tudo quero te ver feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-705707765339252697?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No seu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;
Na curvinha do seus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;
No beijo que eu espero,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sei que eu consigo te mostrar sem falar,&lt;br /&gt;
Não existe lugar onde você possa ir,&lt;br /&gt;
Que meu amor vai deixar de te alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;
Onde quer que você esteja eu estarei com você,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-1137347390893326033?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando você se vai o céu fica cinza,&lt;br /&gt;
Quando você se vai meu dia fica vazio e eu espero o telefone tocar,&lt;br /&gt;
Quando você se vai o doce perde o gosto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sinto sua falta quando você me diz tiau,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu deito e você não está do meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu realmente sinto sua falta,&lt;br /&gt;
Procuro seu abraço, seu beijo, seu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas um carinho no aconchego do seu corpo,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-7454182387876492395?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Malvada,&lt;br /&gt;
Toca no meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;
sem respeito,&lt;br /&gt;
nem sei se aguento,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saudade amarga,&lt;br /&gt;
arranha garganta,&lt;br /&gt;
se disfarça na musica de quem canta,&lt;br /&gt;
não cura com a lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saudade rara,&lt;br /&gt;
é perfeita,&lt;br /&gt;
faz sorrir ma lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;
do amor que é feliz,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-1706174585419747879?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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sucumbi a desventura,&lt;br /&gt;
não me lamento,&lt;br /&gt;
aprendi por tortura,&lt;br /&gt;
a me levantar,&lt;br /&gt;
e não acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;
que o amor fará tudo mudar,&lt;br /&gt;
pois as pessoas são o que são,&lt;br /&gt;
e sempre serão,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-2252873606348429668?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5JGhODuAbSX3HkMMUBL3Vf9Oplw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5JGhODuAbSX3HkMMUBL3Vf9Oplw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NossosVersos/~4/tNBeQHi2Zcw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2252873606348429668/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/melhor-escola.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278337176971217012/posts/default/2252873606348429668?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278337176971217012/posts/default/2252873606348429668?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NossosVersos/~3/tNBeQHi2Zcw/melhor-escola.html" title="A melhor escola" /><author><name>Nossos Versos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07353918678978022657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mx0OblPfXMs/SpynqtkRVUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JxO6pffPpJA/S220/coracao.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/melhor-escola.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HQH46eip7ImA9WxFXFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278337176971217012.post-7948142284831054642</id><published>2009-12-28T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:03:51.012-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-21T09:03:51.012-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="verdade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mentira" /><title>De verdade,</title><content type="html">meia verdade,&lt;br /&gt;
não é verdade,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A verdade é completa,&lt;br /&gt;
frases pela metade,&lt;br /&gt;
não são sinceridade,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não confio,&lt;br /&gt;
onde não há sinceridade,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-7948142284831054642?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EcJvr320Ajzi3JQZeDgzPGCOobE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EcJvr320Ajzi3JQZeDgzPGCOobE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NossosVersos/~4/9U7D6apUyCI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7948142284831054642/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-verdade.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278337176971217012/posts/default/7948142284831054642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278337176971217012/posts/default/7948142284831054642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NossosVersos/~3/9U7D6apUyCI/de-verdade.html" title="De verdade," /><author><name>Nossos Versos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07353918678978022657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mx0OblPfXMs/SpynqtkRVUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JxO6pffPpJA/S220/coracao.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-verdade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8CSHo5eSp7ImA9WxFXFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278337176971217012.post-1934023059364427147</id><published>2009-12-19T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:04:29.421-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-21T09:04:29.421-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amizade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mentira" /><title>Amizade superficial,</title><content type="html">Amigos de verdade são poucos,&lt;br /&gt;
a maioria loucos,&lt;br /&gt;
únicos que são eles mesmos,&lt;br /&gt;
sem pensar na opinião dos outros,&lt;br /&gt;
só confio menos, naqueles porcos,&lt;br /&gt;
que procuram rótulos, inúteis,&lt;br /&gt;
tão fúteis, &lt;br /&gt;
tem opinião de contexto,&lt;br /&gt;
caminham na mão da cobiça,&lt;br /&gt;
valem menos que suas mães meretrizes,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-1934023059364427147?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i5uV4oaMXapR2P99yKGGFvpbvYs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i5uV4oaMXapR2P99yKGGFvpbvYs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NossosVersos/~4/rIQwxn83soc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1934023059364427147/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/amizade-superficial.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278337176971217012/posts/default/1934023059364427147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278337176971217012/posts/default/1934023059364427147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NossosVersos/~3/rIQwxn83soc/amizade-superficial.html" title="Amizade superficial," /><author><name>Nossos Versos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07353918678978022657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mx0OblPfXMs/SpynqtkRVUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JxO6pffPpJA/S220/coracao.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/amizade-superficial.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4FR3Y_eyp7ImA9WxFXFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278337176971217012.post-1511158061427436767</id><published>2009-12-19T12:33:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:05:16.843-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-21T09:05:16.843-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acreditar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="liberdade" /><title>Livre</title><content type="html">Estou aqui pronto para te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;
que nada mais é possível acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;
eu não vou te esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;
Agora estou livre, &lt;br /&gt;
é só você e eu,&lt;br /&gt;
Estou livre pra você,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-1511158061427436767?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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nos meus sonhos você sempre apareceu,&lt;br /&gt;
meu bem, você é meu querer, &lt;br /&gt;
Minha gata! Minha musa!&lt;br /&gt;
A deusa do meu mundinho,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vou te conquistar,&lt;br /&gt;
Te fazer minha mulher,&lt;br /&gt;
Esquentar meu sangue latino,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ti quero, &lt;br /&gt;
em qualquer lugar a qualquer momento,&lt;br /&gt;
Ti quero,&lt;br /&gt;
em qualquer lugar a qualquer momento,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Na solução dos meus sonhos, nas nuvens eu vou te amar,&lt;br /&gt;
meu bem, você é meu querer, &lt;br /&gt;
Minha gata! Minha musa!&lt;br /&gt;
A deusa do meu mundinho,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-4975983065271823218?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Por nove meses me aturou,&lt;br /&gt;
Ela me ama,&lt;br /&gt;
Nem mesmo se zangou,&lt;br /&gt;
Quando a fiz sofrer de dor,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-3742413858159606318?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Nv6Ck9W4O-zZwxeo9Z2685qOjk0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Nv6Ck9W4O-zZwxeo9Z2685qOjk0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NossosVersos/~4/-PFg-ITlB0Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3742413858159606318/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/para-mae.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278337176971217012/posts/default/3742413858159606318?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/278337176971217012/posts/default/3742413858159606318?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NossosVersos/~3/-PFg-ITlB0Y/para-mae.html" title="Para mãe" /><author><name>Nossos Versos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07353918678978022657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mx0OblPfXMs/SpynqtkRVUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JxO6pffPpJA/S220/coracao.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nossosversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/para-mae.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcCSH4-cSp7ImA9WxFXFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278337176971217012.post-7807353487414646790</id><published>2009-12-19T12:32:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:07:49.059-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-21T09:07:49.059-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natal" /><title>Para o natal</title><content type="html">Mais uma vez brota a luz do natal&lt;br /&gt;
Sem lorota, Papai Noel existe,&lt;br /&gt;
Ele só caduca, mas é normal,&lt;br /&gt;
Esquece o presente dos pobres,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-7807353487414646790?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sussurra no meu ouvida que me ama,&lt;br /&gt;
Nem sempre diz,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas sempre me quer na cama,&lt;br /&gt;
Como uma flor de lis, &lt;br /&gt;
Abre um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;
E me faz feliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-2979697724486703090?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Por todo esse tempo que tinha se passado, eu não imaginava que um amor tão perfeito, que nossos planos e sonhos, poderiam se acabar, sempre acreditei que era tão perfeito, sempre quis que tudo acontecesse, por minuto algum a trai. &lt;br /&gt;
O difícil é entender que tem coisas que estão fora do meu alcance, que alguns planos já foram traçados por Deus.&lt;br /&gt;
É incrível como uma pessoa em um tempo tão curto é capaz de mexer tanto com uma pessoa, Afrodite me mostrou um mundo de amor que eu nunca tinha visto, um sabor que jamais tinha experimentado, carinho que eu necessitava muito e não sabia, um brilho que me fez acreditar em anjos, em fim uma pessoa que mudou minha vida para muito melhor, &lt;br /&gt;
Eu não queria chegar a esta parte, pois é a mais triste, a mais difícil, ainda dói no meu peito quando lembro do rosto dela. Por lástima do destino, em uma noite chuvosa, em uma estrada molhada, na volta para casa, meu amor se foi em um acidente de carro, Afrodite foi tirada de mim, enviada para o colo de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje não acredito mais no amor, se ele realmente existisse não estaria aqui procurando motivos para viver. Se é para amar e sofrer tanto depois como eu sofro hoje.&lt;br /&gt;
No final o amor é uma droga, que te vicia, e cada dia você quer mais, e quando tudo acaba você está acabado.&lt;br /&gt;
De hoje em diante eu vivo o resto do fim dos meus dias.&lt;br /&gt;
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Em sensação melancólica, eu falo hoje, que deixei para trás todos meus planos perfeitos, descobri da pior forma, que os planos perfeitos não existem, o que tenho é a sensação de falta de uma justiça divina. Mas quem entende quais são os planos de Deus, apenas que eles são perfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;
Brincávamos de como seria o dia de nos conhecer pessoalmente, se eu iria apenas sorrir, se ela iria ficar encabulada, se nossa timidez iria permitir que fossemos nós mesmos, como seria o primeiro beijo, o calor de cada pele.&lt;br /&gt;
Falávamos em forjar algo grava, como um acidente para obrigar o outro a visitar.&lt;br /&gt;
Sonhar é bom, mas sonhos sem ação, não muda nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-8364150215319901728?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Esse amor era o que eu senti por Afrodite, fazia de tudo para estar sempre disponível para ela, sempre a tratava com carinho. &lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo quando não tinha tempo para nada, eu criava tempo para ela, pensando na sua felicidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-625113376212245020?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma das coisas que mais me magoa é quando alguém que eu confio muito mente para mim. A mentira é como uma traição, não importa seu tamanho ou motivo, mentira é mentira, é o desejo de não mostrar a verdadeira face.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando nos entrelaçamos com sentimentos tão fortes como o amor, acreditamos que tudo é verdadeiro. Porém qualquer fio de mentira é capaz estremecesse ou até desmoronar o amor.&lt;br /&gt;
E como um punhal em minhas costas, veio a mentira, atravessou meu peito, desmoronou de uma vez por todas todos meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;
A mentira não era das mais tenebrosas e repulsivas, mas era uma mentira.&lt;br /&gt;
Dúvidas me rodeavam:&lt;br /&gt;
Quantas vezes mais poderia mentir para mim?&lt;br /&gt;
Por que mentir em motivos tão bobos? &lt;br /&gt;
A verdade é que nosso amor era perfeito, e o perdão é divino, e ficaria mais magoado se acabasse tudo. &lt;br /&gt;
Então a perdoei, sem rancor, sem magoa, sem pensar em vingança. &lt;br /&gt;
Minha sinceridade é e sempre foi meu ponto mais forte, as vezes falo a verdade quando não deveria, no fundo eu queria que todos fossem igual a mim, nunca mentissem, não tivessem medo de falar a verdade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-7180581997158658942?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Meditei por horas na beira da praia,&lt;br /&gt;
com as ondas tocando meus pés descalços, &lt;br /&gt;
e a brisa acariciando minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;
E não encontrei a resposta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Caminhei sem rumo pela multidão,&lt;br /&gt;
perguntei a todos que eu via,&lt;br /&gt;
ninguém me respondeu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A noite me deitei na cama,&lt;br /&gt;
relaxado com os olhos fechados,&lt;br /&gt;
esperei por uma resposta divina,&lt;br /&gt;
e apenas adormeci.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ao acordar eu finalmente entendi,&lt;br /&gt;
A felicidade não se encontra,&lt;br /&gt;
a felicidade não está visível aos nossos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;
a felicidade não é palpável,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A felicidade está dentro de cada um de nós,&lt;br /&gt;
dentro de cada coisa que temos de bom,&lt;br /&gt;
envolvida em cada coisa que fazemos de bem,&lt;br /&gt;
em admitir que temos nossas fraquezas,&lt;br /&gt;
em descobrir como utilizar nossas virtudes,&lt;br /&gt;
para ajudarmos uns aos outros em suas fraquezas,&lt;br /&gt;
e em fim deixarmos a individualidade de lado,&lt;br /&gt;
e agir na forma de uma grande equipe¹, &lt;br /&gt;
a favor de uma equipe melhor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
¹ Entenda “equipe” como preferir, família, amigos, paixão, sociedade,&lt;br /&gt;
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Pode parecer exagero, mas é o que eu penso, no auge do nosso amor, eu sentia que não havia nada melhor para mudar qualquer pessoa, do que um amor tão grande quanto o nosso.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu falava que se todos tivessem um amor como o nosso, as pessoas não pensariam em brigas, guerras e outras coisas ruins. Alguns vão dizer que é mais algum daqueles meus ideias que nunca vão se concretizar, mas alguém já imaginou poder vender pilulas de amor, apenas paz e amor no mundo, quem dera se todos pudessem trocar o ódio e rancor dos seus corações por amor.&lt;br /&gt;
Sim é muito mais fácil extravasar nossas dores e diferenças com a raiva, porém o caminho mais fácil normalmente não é o mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando estavamos juntos o tempo parava e todas as dores do mundo não faziam sentido, era todo amor e perfeição. Queria poder ser inteligente o suficiente para poder fazer um passo-a-passo de como me sentir tão feliz, mas para isso teria que estar disposto a me arriscar novamente em um mundo que apenas as emoções mandam em você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/278337176971217012-8085562751782165186?l=nossosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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