<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYDRH8yfyp7ImA9Wh5SEkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518</id><updated>2013-10-07T23:19:35.197-07:00</updated><title>Peliculas do Coração</title><subtitle type='html'>Um pouco do que o corção pode oferecer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYHQHs6fCp7ImA9Wh5SEkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-6710438889088143710</id><published>2013-10-07T23:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-07T23:18:51.514-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-10-07T23:18:51.514-07:00</app:edited><title>Vento melancólico.</title><content type='html'>A janela aberta, o vento soprando.&lt;br /&gt;
O sol brilha, a luz entra.&lt;br /&gt;
O calor chega, mas não esquenta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A chuva cai, o vento chega.&lt;br /&gt;
A janela já fechada, a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Solidão notável, insaciável. Melancolia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A janela aberta, o vento soprou&lt;br /&gt;
todas as esperanças de um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;
de um desejo, de um amor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O vento soprou.&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo aquilo que você recebeu,&lt;br /&gt;
de alguém que te amou&lt;br /&gt;
e você se esqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Christopher Woods&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/6710438889088143710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2013/10/vento-melancolico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/6710438889088143710?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/6710438889088143710?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2013/10/vento-melancolico.html' title='Vento melancólico.'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcGQX09cSp7ImA9WhNaFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-7361373180735602860</id><published>2013-01-31T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-31T19:07:00.369-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-01-31T19:07:00.369-08:00</app:edited><title>Onde mora o conforto?</title><content type='html'>A dor constante no meu peito se dilacera em sofrimentos desta vida em que eu estou vivendo. A dor é&amp;nbsp;insuportável&amp;nbsp; talvez até seja&amp;nbsp;inevitável. Quem sabe a carne humana tenha o&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;proposito de sofrer até morrer? Há quem diga que a dor é passageira...&lt;br /&gt;
No meio deste sofrimento eu enxerguei uma luz. A luz que mostrou meu chão, que fez novamente bater meu coração. Essa luz é tudo o que eu tenho, essa luz se tornou minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Não poderei eu nesta situação manter a luz acesa comigo. A luz precisa da certeza do futuro, e eu ainda tenho duvidas sobre o passado...&lt;br /&gt;
Doi, e doi muito pensar em perder essa luz. Perderia a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Doi de mais.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7361373180735602860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2013/01/onde-mora-o-conforto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/7361373180735602860?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/7361373180735602860?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2013/01/onde-mora-o-conforto.html' title='Onde mora o conforto?'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcGQHk8fCp7ImA9WhNREUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-7473320625778491477</id><published>2012-11-05T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-05T16:50:21.774-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-11-05T16:50:21.774-08:00</app:edited><title>Um, dois, três</title><content type='html'>Contei um, contei dois e contei três.&lt;br /&gt;
Contei cada segundo.&lt;br /&gt;
contei os grãos de areia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contei uma, duas, três vezes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o tempo parece não passar.&lt;br /&gt;
O&amp;nbsp;relógio&amp;nbsp;parece parar.&lt;br /&gt;
A agonia aumenta,&lt;br /&gt;
e meu coração só lamenta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cada segundo perdido&lt;br /&gt;
sem você aqui comigo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu já sei&lt;br /&gt;
Que o tempo há de passar.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu irei lhe reencontrar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assim poderei contar&lt;br /&gt;
Um, dois, três e um milhão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Verei no seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;
Um sorriso resplandecer.&lt;br /&gt;
Seus olhos irão brilhar&lt;br /&gt;
Quando sua boca eu beijar.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7473320625778491477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/11/um-dois-tres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/7473320625778491477?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/7473320625778491477?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/11/um-dois-tres.html' title='Um, dois, três'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUEHRX07cCp7ImA9WhNSGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-1026771637151182153</id><published>2012-11-01T19:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-11-01T19:33:54.308-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-11-01T19:33:54.308-07:00</app:edited><title>O Embargo</title><content type='html'>Será a vida mais uma ilusão,&lt;div&gt;
de um passado amargo&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
cuspido ao chão&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
por na vida encontrar&amp;nbsp;o embargo&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Liberdade é ser livre&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Livre para viver, pensar, amar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Aprisionada está sua mente.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Liberte-a, viva.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Toda essa dor que o coração sente&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
vem de uma vida enjoativa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Liberte-se&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Viva, pense, ame.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1026771637151182153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/11/o-embargo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/1026771637151182153?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/1026771637151182153?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/11/o-embargo.html' title='O Embargo'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkANQXY9fip7ImA9WhNSEEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-5341221907180393156</id><published>2012-10-23T18:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-23T18:06:30.866-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-23T18:06:30.866-07:00</app:edited><title>Desespero</title><content type='html'>Tudo o que um dia já foi sonho&lt;div&gt;
Hoje não passa de ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Alguém&amp;nbsp;lhe abriu os olhos&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Ao machucar seu coração.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Se ao menos fosse&amp;nbsp;possível&amp;nbsp;prever&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
A dor que sinto ao te perder...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Tão incerto e inseguro.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Levantou-se e correu.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Correu seu caminho no escuro&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Sem saber onde chegar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Hoje,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Tudo o que um dia foi sonho.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Hoje é dor, sofrimento e desespero.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Alguém&amp;nbsp;quer abrir seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
E te mostrar que todo o sonho&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Pode ser ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Corra pela escuridão.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Antes que abram seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
e machuquem seu coração.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5341221907180393156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/10/desespero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5341221907180393156?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5341221907180393156?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/10/desespero.html' title='Desespero'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0AGR3o-eip7ImA9WhNTFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-5772051300347657746</id><published>2012-10-18T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-18T21:42:06.452-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-18T21:42:06.452-07:00</app:edited><title>A estrada.</title><content type='html'>Sentado a beira desta estada fria.&lt;br /&gt;
Me&amp;nbsp;encontro&amp;nbsp;com uma lagrima a escorrer.&lt;br /&gt;
No meu olhar de tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;
Não penso mais em te ver.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ali fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;
Ali era meu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sentado a beira desta estrada fria.&lt;br /&gt;
Sem você me encontrei.&lt;br /&gt;
enxugarei a lagrima do meu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;
e não mais chorarei&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se o que me resta desta vida é sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;
Quero logo a morte conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sentado a beira desta estrada fria...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Guilherme Lucas =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5772051300347657746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-estrada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5772051300347657746?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5772051300347657746?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-estrada.html' title='A estrada.'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8CRX86eCp7ImA9WhNTFU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-5001257896647903886</id><published>2012-10-17T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-17T21:01:04.110-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-17T21:01:04.110-07:00</app:edited><title>Era uma vez</title><content type='html'>Uma história sem começo,&lt;div&gt;
sem meio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
e muito menos um fim.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
É uma história complexa.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Uma história chamada vida.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Onde cada ponto final significa um novo começo.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
E a cada novo começo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Terá sempre um ponto final.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Entre um paragrafo e um ponto final&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Há sempre uma história.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Complexa e inexplicável.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Uma história sem começo,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
sem meio&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
e muito menos um fim.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
Guilherme Lucas =]&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5001257896647903886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/10/era-uma-vez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5001257896647903886?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5001257896647903886?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/10/era-uma-vez.html' title='Era uma vez'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEYGR3g5fip7ImA9WhNTFU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-8473333085614364614</id><published>2012-10-17T20:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-17T20:48:46.626-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-10-17T20:48:46.626-07:00</app:edited><title>Sonhando no horizonte</title><content type='html'>Enquanto eu procuro por respostas,&lt;br /&gt;
mais e mais perguntas me surgem.&lt;br /&gt;
Em uma bagunça complexa&lt;br /&gt;
minha mente exclama por você.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No ar as aves pairam.&lt;br /&gt;
Cortam nuvens e batem assas a ventos.&lt;br /&gt;
Voam pelo horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;
E somem na imensidão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas porque não posso voar?&lt;br /&gt;
E as nuvens poder chegar.&lt;br /&gt;
Cortando os ventos para bem longe daqui,&lt;br /&gt;
e na imensidão do horizonte sumir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas se eu pudesse voar.&lt;br /&gt;
Voaria. Voaria alto e longe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Queria poder voar.&lt;br /&gt;
Como um pássaro!&lt;br /&gt;
E na sombra de uma arvore descansar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se eu pudesse voar, sobre as nuvens pairar e os ventos cortar,&lt;br /&gt;
certamente não estaria mais neste lugar!&lt;br /&gt;
Voaria para bem longe de todo esse rancor.&lt;br /&gt;
Voaria para os braços de meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Guilherme Lucas =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8473333085614364614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/10/sonhando-no-horizonte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/8473333085614364614?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/8473333085614364614?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/10/sonhando-no-horizonte.html' title='Sonhando no horizonte'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk4ARnw-fyp7ImA9WhJVGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-5437970339707701390</id><published>2012-09-06T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-06T08:22:27.257-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-06T08:22:27.257-07:00</app:edited><title>Um grito na calada noite</title><content type='html'>Quando a noite sem sono chegar.&lt;br /&gt;
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E seus olhos não me encontrar.&lt;/div&gt;
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Não chore, não sofra, não pense.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pois o dia logo chegará.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A Ilusão, que confortou seu coração.&lt;/div&gt;
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E lhe trancou nesta prisão.&lt;br /&gt;
Te limitou a imaginar&lt;/div&gt;
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Que só eu posso te libertar.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tudo o que eu te peço e a&amp;nbsp;paciência.&lt;/div&gt;
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Esta noite logo acabará.&lt;/div&gt;
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A Luz do dia vai chegar&lt;/div&gt;
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E em teus vou ficar.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não se limite neste horizonte.&lt;/div&gt;
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Não meu amor, não se limite.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando seus olhos não me encontrar&lt;/div&gt;
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Não chore, não sofra, não pense.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sonhe o nosso sonho.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pois irei quando a luz chegar.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; Guilherme Lucas =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5437970339707701390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/09/um-grito-na-calada-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5437970339707701390?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5437970339707701390?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/09/um-grito-na-calada-noite.html' title='Um grito na calada noite'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0UFRnc8fCp7ImA9WhJVGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-5232481236967611804</id><published>2012-08-24T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-06T08:26:57.974-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-09-06T08:26:57.974-07:00</app:edited><title>Semblante</title><content type='html'>A tempos em que eu penso em lhe dizer.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas nunca tive a coragem de arriscar.&lt;br /&gt;
Estas frases engasgadas que me fazem sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;
Este silencio sombrio que grita sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tenha a esperança de um dia conseguir.&lt;br /&gt;
Vou gritar bem alto, eu sei que vai me ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Penso em você,&lt;br /&gt;
lembro de você,&lt;br /&gt;
choro por você.&lt;br /&gt;
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Não posso mais ficar,&lt;br /&gt;
neste lugar a lhe esperar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei que vai me ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;
Quando eu gritar. Vai me ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo o que a tempos eu tento lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;
Vai me ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guilherme Lucas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5232481236967611804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/08/semblante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5232481236967611804?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5232481236967611804?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/08/semblante.html' title='Semblante'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4EQngzfip7ImA9WhJTFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-4806489767316242824</id><published>2012-06-25T23:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T23:41:43.686-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-25T23:41:43.686-07:00</app:edited><title>Eterna</title><content type='html'>Obrigado por cada refeição servida&lt;br /&gt;Cada bom dia respondido com um sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;
Seus boa noite com a certeza de um até amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;
Sua atenção e principalmente&lt;br /&gt;
Seu carinho...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; vó&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Agora vejo cada pingo de chuva&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;que se mistura ao meu pranto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4806489767316242824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/06/eterna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/4806489767316242824?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/4806489767316242824?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/06/eterna.html' title='Eterna'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyzB_hJdYTA/T-lZRXW1B0I/AAAAAAAAC0s/Yn8D3r8E80M/s72-c/303559_395948930452865_59364292_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C08DR305eCp7ImA9WhJTFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-4324018163324776464</id><published>2012-06-25T23:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T23:24:36.320-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-25T23:24:36.320-07:00</app:edited><title>Ambiguidade em primeira pessoa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;De eu galho seco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;onde não avia vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Brotou-se um botão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Lentamente ele abriu-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;e eu pude sorrir novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Guilherme Lucas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;=]&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4324018163324776464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/06/ambiguidade-em-primeira-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/4324018163324776464?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/4324018163324776464?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/06/ambiguidade-em-primeira-pessoa.html' title='Ambiguidade em primeira pessoa.'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YMSH06fip7ImA9WhJTFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-8532743687049248673</id><published>2012-06-25T23:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T23:13:09.316-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-25T23:13:09.316-07:00</app:edited><title>Cais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Eu vi tudo escurecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Você se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;E eu aqui estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Escureceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Guilherme Lucas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8532743687049248673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/06/cais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/8532743687049248673?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/8532743687049248673?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/06/cais.html' title='Cais'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkIDR38-eCp7ImA9WhVbGEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-4732372224209522343</id><published>2012-06-04T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-04T18:42:56.150-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-06-04T18:42:56.150-07:00</app:edited><title>Toy War.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;my heart is a weapon not a toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Do not play with what should not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You will get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I can not blame me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The pain's gonna corrode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Your heart will stop beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Stop it. Do not play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Stop it. It is serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Let's live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Let's live in peace.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Guilherme Lucas&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4732372224209522343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/06/toy-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/4732372224209522343?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/4732372224209522343?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/06/toy-war.html' title='Toy War.'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QERnw-fyp7ImA9WhVbE0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-6484754700551716166</id><published>2012-05-30T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T01:08:27.257-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-05-30T01:08:27.257-07:00</app:edited><title>taciturnidade</title><content type='html'>O silencio grita nas noites fria.&lt;br /&gt;
um grito ensurdecedor.&lt;br /&gt;
Que cala os que não vivem,&lt;br /&gt;
tudo o que eu vivo com essa dor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dias se passam,&lt;br /&gt;
Como ventos que trazem tempestades.&lt;br /&gt;
Dor, ódio, angustia.&lt;br /&gt;
Misturam-se em um mesmo sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pois não há ninguém para nos salvar.&lt;br /&gt;
Não há quem posso nos escutar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O silencio grita.&lt;br /&gt;
Ninguém escuta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As noites ainda são frias.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Guilherme Lucas =]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/6484754700551716166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/05/taciturnidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/6484754700551716166?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/6484754700551716166?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/05/taciturnidade.html' title='taciturnidade'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0UMQ3g6cCp7ImA9WhVbEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-6716770962820800271</id><published>2012-05-26T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-26T22:08:02.618-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-05-26T22:08:02.618-07:00</app:edited><title>Dor</title><content type='html'>Dor,&lt;br /&gt;
Sensação de desconforto dita pelo dicionario.&lt;br /&gt;
Desprezo de viver dita pelo meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agoniadamente sigo em trilhos curvos,&lt;br /&gt;
com medo de me perder, medo de me ferir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Um caminho cada vez mais estreito.&lt;br /&gt;
A cada curva um novo muro.&lt;br /&gt;
Onde parar? Por onde sair?&lt;br /&gt;
Como continuar?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dor,&lt;br /&gt;
Tristeza, sofrimento solidão.&lt;br /&gt;
Descrevo-a assim com&amp;nbsp;ódio&amp;nbsp;no coração.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me olho&amp;nbsp;através&amp;nbsp;de espelhos,&lt;br /&gt;
Vivendo em uma ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;
Sofrendo, atordoado, cansado.&lt;br /&gt;
Sozinho sem você.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto a dor de não te ter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guilherme Lucas&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/6716770962820800271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/05/dor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/6716770962820800271?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/6716770962820800271?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/05/dor.html' title='Dor'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEQHSXc7eSp7ImA9WhVUEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-2615053804926624483</id><published>2012-05-01T01:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-14T09:18:58.901-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-05-14T09:18:58.901-07:00</app:edited><title>A Carta.</title><content type='html'>Fragmentos de uma esperança que se foi&lt;br /&gt;
Me atingem, me cegam.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sem saber pra onde ir, para onde correr.&lt;br /&gt;
Me perco cada vez mais neste mundo&amp;nbsp;devaneio&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Desesperado, sufocado, derrotado.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sigo sozinho, cego pelos fragmentos do meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Palavras, distancia, ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;
Parece que nada mais será como foi.&lt;br /&gt;
Seu sorriso, sua simpatia seu carinho...&lt;br /&gt;
Sua imagem que se perdeu dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sim, sua falta me tortura.&lt;br /&gt;
Sozinho aos prantos procuro consolo.&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto vejo cada gota de minhas lagrimas cair.&lt;br /&gt;
Lagrimas de sofrimento, amargas e frias.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Poderei caminhar por dias, talvez anos.&lt;br /&gt;
Quilômetros ou milhas.&lt;br /&gt;
A procurar por algo que me faça feliz.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo sabendo que nada poderá te substituir.&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo sabendo que irei chorar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P.S: Sua falta me tortura.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; Guilherme Lucas =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2615053804926624483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/05/carta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/2615053804926624483?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/2615053804926624483?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/05/carta.html' title='A Carta.'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQBQ3s7fyp7ImA9WhVRFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-5708867026829928664</id><published>2012-03-23T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-23T22:19:12.507-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-03-23T22:19:12.507-07:00</app:edited><title>Destino.</title><content type='html'>A infeliz solidão.&lt;div&gt;
Que hoje assola meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
me leva a um beco,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
e no escuro me perco.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Sem motivo e lentamente,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
desiludido estou novamente.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Assim como a vento soprando ao norte,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
eu trocaria a vida pela morte.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Um caminho inseguro.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Sem bifurcações,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
apenas encontro muros.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Vontade de fugir. Sumir.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Quando você se foi.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
não tive mais motivos para&amp;nbsp;prosseguir&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Não pude mais sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Infeliz sou sem você.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Guilherme Lucas =]&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5708867026829928664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/03/destino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5708867026829928664?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/5708867026829928664?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/03/destino.html' title='Destino.'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU4NQ347fSp7ImA9WhVTFks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-2412387450101231318</id><published>2012-03-01T21:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T21:59:52.005-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-03-01T21:59:52.005-08:00</app:edited><title>Versos da madrugada</title><content type='html'>Como é que posso conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
alguém&amp;nbsp;tão especial como você.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Meus olhos não a veem,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
meu silencio não se cala.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
No infinito frio desta noite sem você&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
busco inspirações para estes versos escrever.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Escura, longa e fria.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Descrição de uma madrugada vazia.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Com minha cabeça longe o bastante&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
para ter pensamentos perturbantes.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Vou levantar a cabeça e seguir,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Nesta estrada sem saber pra onde ir.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
escrevendo versos que um dia irão chegar,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
até você e lhe fazer lembrar&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Que mesmo distante, você me tem.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Sou como o vento,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
que não sabe pra onde soprar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
pois em mim a qualquer momento&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
sempre poderá confiar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Porque o mundo se torna pequeno&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Quando eu penso em você.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2412387450101231318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/03/versos-da-madrugada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/2412387450101231318?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/2412387450101231318?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/03/versos-da-madrugada.html' title='Versos da madrugada'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMFSHszfyp7ImA9WhVTFks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-7602351697447877872</id><published>2012-03-01T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T21:33:39.587-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-03-01T21:33:39.587-08:00</app:edited><title>Talvez melhor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Mais um dia que me pego,&lt;br /&gt;
em pensamentos vagos.&lt;br /&gt;
Dias calados que que resultam&lt;br /&gt;
em muitos estragos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Poucos amigos nesta vida,&lt;br /&gt;
solidão que faz ferida.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu sei o que é realmente&lt;br /&gt;
sentir a dor assim derrepente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não devo me orgulhar.&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas tentar te avisar,&lt;br /&gt;
que ninguem pode te ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei amar. Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei lidar. Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas a final do que eu sei ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No fundo somo iguais.&lt;br /&gt;
Você não é e nem será melhor,&lt;br /&gt;
e no fundo todos sabemos.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Guilherme Lucas =]&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7602351697447877872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/03/talvez-melhor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/7602351697447877872?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/7602351697447877872?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/03/talvez-melhor.html' title='Talvez melhor.'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcCQ3s5cCp7ImA9WhVTFEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-3691577814374662222</id><published>2012-02-28T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T21:24:22.528-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-28T21:24:22.528-08:00</app:edited><title>Versos</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Como o vento que leva as folhas,&lt;br /&gt;
você balançou meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;
Como pode em tão pouco tempo&lt;br /&gt;
com simples versos despertar essa paixão?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A chuva soa harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto vejo as gotas em minha janela,&lt;br /&gt;
escuto sua voz em na minha melodia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Verso que não saem da minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;
Canções que não foram feitas para se esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;
dias que nunca se acabam,&lt;br /&gt;
como fogo que queima e faz arder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aos poucos te vejo distante.&lt;br /&gt;
Seu corpo na chuva se apaga em instantes.&lt;br /&gt;
A dor que se apega em meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;
traz lembranças que dizem ao meu respeito.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Já é hora de parar.&lt;br /&gt;
Versos são feitos para se guardar.&lt;br /&gt;
Canções para se cantar.&lt;br /&gt;
E o amor para se lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doces versos.&lt;br /&gt;
Ironia e desprezo.&lt;br /&gt;
E o amor?&lt;br /&gt;
Nos meus versos vou levar.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Guilherme Lucas =]&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3691577814374662222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/02/versos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/3691577814374662222?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/3691577814374662222?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/02/versos.html' title='Versos'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQDRHw4fCp7ImA9WhRaE0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-3830186817495678893</id><published>2012-02-15T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T19:36:15.234-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-15T19:36:15.234-08:00</app:edited><title>Seus erros podem definir você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Por que as duvidas persistem, &lt;br&gt;
Se as esperan&amp;#231;as n&amp;#227;o mais existem? &lt;br&gt;
E a solid&amp;#227;o n&amp;#227;o se cala,&lt;br&gt;
no imenso sil&amp;#234;ncio que a nada se iguala.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fogo frio que queima descontrolado&lt;br&gt;
sentimentos n&amp;#227;o mais considerados.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Quem somos e por que vivemos?&lt;br&gt;
A certeza &amp;#233; que todos morreremos.&lt;br&gt;
Seus erros podem definir voc&amp;#234;.&lt;br&gt;
Pois erramos para aprender.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A vida &amp;#233; a maior ilus&amp;#227;o,&lt;br&gt;
deste mundo onde n&amp;#227;o existe raz&amp;#227;o.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pois minha raz&amp;#227;o como o vento&lt;br&gt;
se foi e deixou tormento.&lt;br&gt;
Ironicamente espero por voc&amp;#234;.&lt;br&gt;
Quem sabe um dia eu possa te ter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nossa vida &amp;#233; feita de erros.&lt;br&gt;
Erros nos mostram o certo.&lt;br&gt;
Grandes erros podem encinar&lt;br&gt;
Que a vida deve mudar.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Guilherme Lucas =]&lt;/p&gt;
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&amp;#201; t&amp;#227;o dificil de pensar em algo&lt;br&gt;
que n&amp;#227;o seja voc&amp;#234;.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#201; t&amp;#227;o dificil de falar em amor&lt;br&gt;
que n&amp;#227;o seja o seu.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Te vejo nos retratos&lt;br&gt;
fico perdido neste mundo&lt;br&gt;
Te desejando a cada segundo.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Um desejo que poucos conhecem.&lt;br&gt;
E um amor que poucos merecem.&lt;br&gt;
Eu n&amp;#227;o sei mais o que &amp;#233;&lt;br&gt;
minha vida sem voc&amp;#234;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Queria tanto um momento&lt;br&gt;
para poder te dizer.&lt;br&gt;
E explicar este sentimento&lt;br&gt;
que guardo no peito por voc&amp;#234;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;O que sinto por voc&amp;#234; &amp;#233; amor.&lt;br&gt;
Com voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o existe a dor.&lt;br&gt;
Voc&amp;#234; &amp;#233; a aliserce do meu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.&lt;br&gt;
Com voc&amp;#234; saio do ch&amp;#227;o.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Guilherme Lucas =]&lt;/p&gt;
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nunca vire as costas para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;
ele ira lhe apunhalar&lt;br /&gt;
tudo o que você conquistou&lt;br /&gt;
em segundos poderá acabar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
você não se sentirá seguro.&lt;br /&gt;
nem mesmo dentro de sua casa.&lt;br /&gt;
acredite em mim.&lt;br /&gt;
a vida queimará como brasa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
não&amp;nbsp;procure&amp;nbsp;por justiça.&lt;br /&gt;
a justiça&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;será feita.&lt;br /&gt;
se tudo está a se acabar&lt;br /&gt;
lute pois a vida não é perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
esqueça o passado, cure feridas&lt;br /&gt;
lute pela vida, e nunca desista.&lt;br /&gt;
o&amp;nbsp;futuro&amp;nbsp;não te espera.&lt;br /&gt;
se apresse, corra, lute. Nunca desista&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
se cansado está, abalado será.&lt;br /&gt;
este é o fim, acredite em mim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
o futuro não te espera.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Guilherme Lucas.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1906604655231185697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/01/verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/1906604655231185697?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/295186688321913518/posts/default/1906604655231185697?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peliculasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/01/verdade.html' title='a verdade.'/><author><name>Christopher Woods</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/108631532352731129835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HM-25uzdE5I/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAALZQ/bWllhTK9-1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUGQ3c5cSp7ImA9WhRWEEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295186688321913518.post-8511780089988330427</id><published>2011-12-28T06:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:57:02.929-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-12-28T06:57:02.929-08:00</app:edited><title>Um simples Adeus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;N&amp;#227;o sei mais o que &amp;#233; certo..&lt;br&gt;
Me sinto enterrado em un deserto.&lt;br&gt;
Tudo se acabou.. &lt;br&gt;
Meu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o nada disso suportou.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A dor de saber&lt;br&gt;
Que eu n&amp;#227;o nasci para viver&lt;br&gt;
Me consome, me destroi&lt;br&gt;
Ela me tortura.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Para que a vida?&lt;br&gt;
Se dela so guardo as feridas.&lt;br&gt;
Porque viver se vou ser feliz quando morrer?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Isso doi.. isso destroi&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Como acreditar em um Deus&lt;br&gt;
Se n&amp;#227;o confio nem em mim ?&lt;br&gt;
Como escrever versos alegres&lt;br&gt;
Se eu n&amp;#227;o sei o que &amp;#233; ser feliz.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Simplesmente me ignore.&lt;br&gt;
Sendo que sem voc&amp;#234;&lt;br&gt;
Meu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o morre.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Simplesmente me ignore. &lt;br&gt;
Como voc&amp;#234; sempre fez.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Adeus.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Guilherme Lucas =[&lt;/p&gt;
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