<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797</id><updated>2024-08-28T23:11:16.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequeno grande livro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-5797425912054730280</id><published>2012-07-10T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-10T06:30:03.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um conto sobre o amor, primeira parte</title><content type='html'>Amor, o que é ? a busca incessante da pessoa que a complete,? o sentimento de se sentir bem com outra pessoa? enfim só queria dizer que eu a amo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLHxWD_dcIaoxNaVixsuP1FNPgNYiIzZ5z1_CLgqlZ3HqLtJf7TC9ATAUsaxCU-3nnJukvn_zCSrKFu-z31L-mpeEKV4TpavRELl51G4eVt9Ic5A0UENzG0D70FzC7lq5U5chtXqE7EWT/s1600/to_be_continued.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;303&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLHxWD_dcIaoxNaVixsuP1FNPgNYiIzZ5z1_CLgqlZ3HqLtJf7TC9ATAUsaxCU-3nnJukvn_zCSrKFu-z31L-mpeEKV4TpavRELl51G4eVt9Ic5A0UENzG0D70FzC7lq5U5chtXqE7EWT/s400/to_be_continued.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje eu a vi diferente de tudo que tinha na minha cabeça até então, diferente até mesmo do que eu pensei em todos os sonhos mais loucos e os mais lúcidos, mas enfim retornei a minha realidade pois você apenas me olhou, e eu não tinha como retribuí la se não com a minha timidez que perfurava minha alma, congelava meu coração e logo&amp;nbsp;enveredou-se para minha pele rosada e minhas mãos tremulas, tornando assim&amp;nbsp;visível&amp;nbsp;o que estava sentindo.&lt;br /&gt;
Por fim você se foi por um momento com um leve sorriso no canto esquerdo da boca. quase tão&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;rápida quanto veio.&lt;/span&gt;
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Mais é o seguinte tive uma pequena &lt;a href=&quot;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epifania&quot;&gt;epifania&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;se é certo dizer isso, mas enfim.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu to muuuuito tempo sem escrever nada, na verdade acho que nem tenho toda aquela vocação pra escrever, mais enfim é algo que gosto de fazer e eu sempre tive vontade de produzir algo do tipo.&lt;br /&gt;
Enfim&lt;b&gt; &quot;tamo voltando&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Abraço.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/6197916595379296099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2012/07/oi-faz-muito-tempo-que-nao-escrevo-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/6197916595379296099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/6197916595379296099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2012/07/oi-faz-muito-tempo-que-nao-escrevo-aqui.html' title='Voltando...'/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-7730855950148458159</id><published>2012-03-27T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-07T21:08:14.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É isso.</title><content type='html'>Não sei se devo me&amp;nbsp;atrever&amp;nbsp;ao dizer,&lt;br /&gt;
Nem sei se é certo imaginar,&lt;br /&gt;
Que um amor que cresceu dessa forma, um dia possa acabar.&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo tem um começo, mas nem tudo tem um fim.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje percebo que preciso dela tanto quanto ela precisa de mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Um passo que dei não pretendo voltar&lt;br /&gt;
O que trago na minha mão direita é o que me faz lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;
Que cada passo cada atitude só tem fundamento se tiver intuito, se tiver proposito;&lt;br /&gt;
E o meu proposito é te agradar e não te ver sumir no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;
Me desculpe se não sou tão&amp;nbsp;romântico&amp;nbsp;quanto deveria;&lt;br /&gt;
Mas é que só com palavras, gestos, atitudes não resolveria.&lt;br /&gt;
Só que posso te dar é meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;
Ele sim eu entrego nas sua mão, pra tomar conta e fazer o que achar melhor.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7730855950148458159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2012/03/nao-sei-se-devo-me-dizer-nem-sei-se-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/7730855950148458159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/7730855950148458159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2012/03/nao-sei-se-devo-me-dizer-nem-sei-se-e.html' title='É isso.'/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSy_JmZqNewAI-xTzLkjb9NPINxiwCn6xMkgWxW7ISXZLyoVI8iPLWS5uzGpMiHfrUtp50WqlN3J9E9VkFfjU35tozSOYtlMmorXy7k_RCSTYJnQhu6lqMcwcRoaEJLWHFiaOU8IpqGiVR/s72-c/1203200153_coracao_na_mao.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-2561592164871224776</id><published>2012-02-18T16:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T16:36:47.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv__Y3mxCUvEmySxtHA3JIocnpKoa5LXO77Io3qalFPJrBxBr85wyUUj7DJYt5pdXqgh7_t_ZoldwU1kmp2gV2_HkY0svr3V-fC3pNqLi20u2PbtrdY3YPXkHEVaxfGuRYuqnbiV2xZAg8/s1600/felicidade.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 400px; height: 286px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710639116370534306&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv__Y3mxCUvEmySxtHA3JIocnpKoa5LXO77Io3qalFPJrBxBr85wyUUj7DJYt5pdXqgh7_t_ZoldwU1kmp2gV2_HkY0svr3V-fC3pNqLi20u2PbtrdY3YPXkHEVaxfGuRYuqnbiV2xZAg8/s400/felicidade.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrnm hrnm....&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito tempo sem escrever algo acho que já perdi até as técnicas&lt;br /&gt;mais bateu um animo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#999900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#999900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#999900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;Felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Talvez com tantas mudanças que aconteceram dês das ultimas postagens&lt;br /&gt;daqui do blog muitas coisas mudaram, muita coisa aconteceu é como se eu tivesse&lt;br /&gt;mudado totalmente meu ponto de vista sobre algumas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tive um dia um tanto quanto cansativo, e com ele aprendi muitas&lt;br /&gt;outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu posso dizer que me sinto feliz não porque namoro com uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;maravilhosa ou porque tenho pessoas que me cercam de amor ou até porque não&lt;br /&gt;tenho tido mais problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é bem assim mais passei os últimos meses pensando em&lt;br /&gt;felicidade; trabalho, namoro, Família, tudo isso é realmente necessário pra ser&lt;br /&gt;feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que encontrei a resposta: Nada me faz tão feliz quanto estar tão&lt;br /&gt;bem comigo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos os próprios enjaulados, todos temos muitos sentimentos que&lt;br /&gt;temos medo de mexer e pioras as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem descobri uma receita muito simples pra passar por tudo isso:&lt;br /&gt;VIVA.&lt;br /&gt;Chega a bater um arrependimento as vezes que me prendi por algo ou me&lt;br /&gt;fiz de vitima por algum motivo hoje eu vejo que é mais fácil viver, e, só&lt;br /&gt;viver. Apegar-me em pequenas coisas, por do sol, um sorriso, pequenos gestos,&lt;br /&gt;sorrisos de pessoas que vivem comigo é muito mais fácil, não tenho uma vida&lt;br /&gt;perfeita e totalmente resolvida é uma luta diária comigo mesmo pra não me&lt;br /&gt;apegar em detalhes que me abatem mais sei lá &quot;ta da hora a vida&lt;br /&gt;assim&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Posso ter falado muita besteira, na verdade há uma chance bem grande de&lt;br /&gt;eu ter falado besteira, mas eu não ligo to vivo e vivendo sem metas de ter um&lt;br /&gt;carro novo, ou uma casa gigante. só vivo já é o suficiente.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2561592164871224776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2012/02/felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGhrBibZwE9jMK6906nfMCmuuhW2AtgzWG4jnbw2k52U2c6dv1wYy6KAAmAMXe_4J39DU4pSCjAW1Cum1E4XXEJEEwUeLVsP14Xc4IQY9cCGd2vgxx_MIT7hU7fY1yo_a8Tnf-lwvQr37/s320/22062011159.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633418735835784050&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e é no meio do silencio onde eu me encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde tenho minhas epifanias,  onde durmo e onde sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que nem tudo que eu falo condiz com a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais é que o amor que eu tenho em mim é maior que a minha vontade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5408604765552629153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 198px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40LIYJVR6cq1ICORrgRwsRQ0kKMErQSdn7IrEjlALbJB-2sRaJT_Q3Q0lFkhnC-4uDb2ykRke1xaQrXWIm_iBvuOYSBVjOdyC46Rka45rFLxRteOt8rLfaZbx1lDnshZYQ6rcnLQ4HaZD/s320/sera-que-compensa-investir-em-um-dificil-relacionamento.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633410906646338242&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi tão dificil de encontrar&lt;div&gt;mais parece que é tão facil de escapar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e se vai facilmente deixando um vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um espaço frio, dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;só queria dizer que te amo antes que esse por do sol se vá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por favor diga que me ama, me de vontade de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faça-me saber, que se preocupa comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40LIYJVR6cq1ICORrgRwsRQ0kKMErQSdn7IrEjlALbJB-2sRaJT_Q3Q0lFkhnC-4uDb2ykRke1xaQrXWIm_iBvuOYSBVjOdyC46Rka45rFLxRteOt8rLfaZbx1lDnshZYQ6rcnLQ4HaZD/s72-c/sera-que-compensa-investir-em-um-dificil-relacionamento.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-1148209494634560243</id><published>2011-04-23T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:39:15.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pra que tantas  palavras pra te fazer sorrir se o que eu quero te falar meus olhos já disseram.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1148209494634560243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2011/04/pra-que-tantas-palavras-pra-te-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/1148209494634560243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/1148209494634560243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2011/04/pra-que-tantas-palavras-pra-te-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-7596963872209358505</id><published>2010-12-18T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:19:39.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;E a vida se encarregou de tomar partida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era tão cheia de nada e agora tem vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem preocupação apenas segui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me acostumei com a idéia de não te ter por aqui&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7596963872209358505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-7805444637588647</id><published>2010-12-03T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:39:59.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nem me sinto tão mal assim&lt;div&gt;Ontem chorei por que acabou, hoje nem lembro o que teve fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora só me resta a cicatriz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorei fiquei triste, mas hoje vivo feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sigo minha vida como antes...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7805444637588647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/12/nem-me-sinto-tao-mal-assim-ontem-chorei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/7805444637588647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/7805444637588647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/12/nem-me-sinto-tao-mal-assim-ontem-chorei.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-2521641580600263913</id><published>2010-11-28T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:15:14.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em mim ainda ficou um resto de esperança&lt;div&gt;Escondido na lembrança que ira voltar.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2521641580600263913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/11/em-mim-ainda-ficou-um-resto-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-1099376822695475377</id><published>2010-11-18T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:02:22.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVLqi13owhAVVUUYrvoqZ1FK2UlABnSbep5KrezdXPDlYw9zsY08-nPJLTVj9teih4qY8FjmvVL3N_kLX0mpZgouR9CZN6uWihr-Uwnlkmy0oUC0vYlFUug6X-f6iAIlPPGQekv_TOfi8/s1600/0076.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVLqi13owhAVVUUYrvoqZ1FK2UlABnSbep5KrezdXPDlYw9zsY08-nPJLTVj9teih4qY8FjmvVL3N_kLX0mpZgouR9CZN6uWihr-Uwnlkmy0oUC0vYlFUug6X-f6iAIlPPGQekv_TOfi8/s320/0076.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541075313394897042&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei na madrugada disposto a desabafar&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amei por muito tempo, mais fiz meu tempo acabar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fui jogado no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abri meu coração, mais você não quis escutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda hoje doi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais aos poucos se reconstrói, pra poder voltar a amar.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1099376822695475377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/11/acordei-na-madrugada-disposto-desabafar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/1099376822695475377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/1099376822695475377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/11/acordei-na-madrugada-disposto-desabafar.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVLqi13owhAVVUUYrvoqZ1FK2UlABnSbep5KrezdXPDlYw9zsY08-nPJLTVj9teih4qY8FjmvVL3N_kLX0mpZgouR9CZN6uWihr-Uwnlkmy0oUC0vYlFUug6X-f6iAIlPPGQekv_TOfi8/s72-c/0076.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-1213115810642636572</id><published>2010-10-09T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T18:43:15.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3ZnX69PPyg_0Y-ODwHJkkb5HjFKtilEMX6jkJfrfUju-b1cwmqVlpYxJxmiFWtX99a87WQ2FZG7tcb4ry9llggwCLWXJglkFgjdF6sz1bI4cRmA66nobXKblYayFoeNF4gTdg7NXNgUm/s1600/1218665650935_bigPhoto_0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3ZnX69PPyg_0Y-ODwHJkkb5HjFKtilEMX6jkJfrfUju-b1cwmqVlpYxJxmiFWtX99a87WQ2FZG7tcb4ry9llggwCLWXJglkFgjdF6sz1bI4cRmA66nobXKblYayFoeNF4gTdg7NXNgUm/s320/1218665650935_bigPhoto_0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526226997414869682&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que já se foi por um momento &lt;div&gt;Passou tão rápido quanto o vento, e eu posso retornar feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje tudo socegou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meu sorriso finalmente voltou, mesmo sem você aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais ainda guardo a caixinha com a aliança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me dá esperança, que um dia você vai voltar&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1213115810642636572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/agora-que-ja-se-foi-por-um-momento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/1213115810642636572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/1213115810642636572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/agora-que-ja-se-foi-por-um-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3ZnX69PPyg_0Y-ODwHJkkb5HjFKtilEMX6jkJfrfUju-b1cwmqVlpYxJxmiFWtX99a87WQ2FZG7tcb4ry9llggwCLWXJglkFgjdF6sz1bI4cRmA66nobXKblYayFoeNF4gTdg7NXNgUm/s72-c/1218665650935_bigPhoto_0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-4723831589288370963</id><published>2010-10-07T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:37:32.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content 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amassado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que fala do meu coração rasgado, mais que pode se recuperar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixei aquele presente sofrido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que um dia foi prometido, mais agora eu posso te dar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nas suas mãos entrego meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que assim como uma flor também pode se despedaçar.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/4723831589288370963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/deixei-luz-acessa-e-chave-em-cima-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/4723831589288370963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523290961181154978&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que tudo o que eu poderia escrever eu já escrevi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em que dia de inspiração eu morri?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora que você teve redenção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo sem o meu perdão continua a viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quero que a nuvem vá embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra tirar o rancor pra fora e enfim ver o sol nascer.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/3556309345105648822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/sera-que-tudo-o-que-eu-poderia-escrever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/3556309345105648822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519503375223842706&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei toda minha vida procurando &lt;div&gt;Quem preencha meu vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me esquente quando tiver frio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais com a mão você jogou meu coração ao vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizendo que o tempo, iria remediar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E hoje ele parou de bater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez tenha cansado de sofrer; Mais não quero morrer antes de te falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que esqueceria cada lagrima por mim derramada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada frase que por ti foi falada, apenas pra te ter novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1585233153021199540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/passei-toda-minha-vida-procurando-quem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/1585233153021199540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/1585233153021199540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/passei-toda-minha-vida-procurando-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNqTKKax5K5AkxuVh9F0fQujNsRXVCOtAlmLeRbsSMjN4md-oSIjxZ0PS0Cx2STcqpnCQ3Y5tE_1FlYwSQjjbDqZkTqaYb9PBd8uL4oVihd-MZGaRto8sZY3L0frNb2LaVDahdLvsHvcZ/s72-c/foto-materia-sofrer-pra-que.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-3294671731545549677</id><published>2010-09-17T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:23:46.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As pessoas passam a vida toda tentando  escolher o que é melhor &lt;div&gt;O quadro ou a moldura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A capa ou o livro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando adquirimos um produto estamos comprando a embalagem ou o conteúdo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afinal de contas o que vamos usar no final?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/3294671731545549677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-pessoas-passam-vida-toda-tentando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/3294671731545549677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/3294671731545549677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-pessoas-passam-vida-toda-tentando.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-3016342517488631106</id><published>2010-09-15T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:33:38.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsQkkslP0EnAbKreeyuanx9qzIMcE_IZLeOnm56E2MzH99LFti5JjJPbzGePYZtLWAsNV8tlofcMzyS_IzyZE5qeF8DReuiTvhj7W7iQJwAnHiJprATwPsq5eGAerTI0IhIscLvFsxWq_/s1600/13-ipe.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsQkkslP0EnAbKreeyuanx9qzIMcE_IZLeOnm56E2MzH99LFti5JjJPbzGePYZtLWAsNV8tlofcMzyS_IzyZE5qeF8DReuiTvhj7W7iQJwAnHiJprATwPsq5eGAerTI0IhIscLvFsxWq_/s320/13-ipe.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517364777995094642&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas minha inspirações floreceram &lt;div&gt;Quando toquei a tua mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais hoje poemas parecem em serem em vão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu mundo agora está fraco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em qualquer lugar que olho parece opaco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E com a mesma fugacidade a qual veio a mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi embora e me deixou assim.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/3016342517488631106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/todas-minha-inspiracoes-floreceram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/3016342517488631106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/3016342517488631106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/todas-minha-inspiracoes-floreceram.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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rgb(255, 0, 0); line-height: 21px; &quot;&gt;As pessoas estão tão perto de conseguir o que querem e tão longe de conseguir o que deveriam ter.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2826846644215954620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-pessoas-estao-tao-perto-de-conseguir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/2826846644215954620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/2826846644215954620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-pessoas-estao-tao-perto-de-conseguir.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-8473924972161453587</id><published>2010-09-06T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:51:11.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2XXsJojY0Xfd3EmDEgd9tBVMVrAF9v2Ab3eqdylh4XB7bDBm_gw-xMnt9TcWfP0Hl0h5cnl2EZkVMKe2aJFzkrZdtr2n7XhMW8Tjn4py_x-FQN1O7C4kh_i7sNQLh83NNXPlK4lvRq8n/s1600/casal-preto-e-branco-529d83.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2XXsJojY0Xfd3EmDEgd9tBVMVrAF9v2Ab3eqdylh4XB7bDBm_gw-xMnt9TcWfP0Hl0h5cnl2EZkVMKe2aJFzkrZdtr2n7XhMW8Tjn4py_x-FQN1O7C4kh_i7sNQLh83NNXPlK4lvRq8n/s320/casal-preto-e-branco-529d83.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514014025208949250&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E entre tantas cores e sabores&lt;div&gt;É sempre tudo tão vazio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece quando estou sem seu abraço minha pele sente frio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quero um motivo pra ter ido embora estávamos numa cúpula de vidro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E você está fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o mundo que você vive nunca vai ser o meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não acho em outros olhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que um dia achei no seu.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/8473924972161453587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-entre-tantas-cores-e-sabores-e-sempre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/8473924972161453587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/8473924972161453587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-entre-tantas-cores-e-sabores-e-sempre.html' 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id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511407453627013218&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho de escola Tema:  Jovens:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                   Enquanto a velhice não chega.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto a velhice não chega &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O jovem tenta ficar em pé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como se caminhasse no deserto sem perder a fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tantas coisas fúteis em que ele não se prendeu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valeu pelo tempo em que ele sobreviveu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É triste ver amigos caiarem em buracos que não se pode estender a mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E você sabendo que não mas os verão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais aquele jovem segue na caminhada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre sentindo tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sempre dizendo nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E como todo jovem nada que disser  vai fazer ele mudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem seu jeito de agir nem seu o de pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais é uma fase que muda a trajetória de uma geração     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje brincalhões amanhã formadores de opinião &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5195486891045125477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/08/trabalho-de-escola-tema-jovens-enquanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/5195486891045125477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/5195486891045125477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-4236950688893374011</id><published>2010-08-23T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:11:20.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As oportunidades surgem a todos &lt;div&gt;Algumas não são bem aproveitadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E deveriam ser bem aproveitadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E outras deveriam ser bem aproveitadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porem não são.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabe a nós aproveitarmos elas devida mente ou indevida mente &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/4236950688893374011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-oportunidades-surgem-todos-algumas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcZ0N7zcpnaOlw6JVl0xFnmA1gihPAIgSgeKMhX7RVxeAooE5cyUAQEduWcMnJiZEZI28tXfA06PZqBJjVM8g78dOGLPlTiwX3NSKKoyYF8u7Al3KjgfuCqD8t4YOoA/s220/P1040371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863345811507733797.post-8252601640499653401</id><published>2010-08-22T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:23:50.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QZkg3UiOuunuhygCTs_o28yPXsX7AhxN7tEorDRwBYA171bpmbxfAk3wQE9-F0CK38XhCGarOOwmBDUhjs_O5xU0KAR4kMxWXf8Zg-nOt0A5TIK-zO_Io25GnyrKZ9f4Yd9Fp1Ihf9PQ/s1600/olhao-sm.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QZkg3UiOuunuhygCTs_o28yPXsX7AhxN7tEorDRwBYA171bpmbxfAk3wQE9-F0CK38XhCGarOOwmBDUhjs_O5xU0KAR4kMxWXf8Zg-nOt0A5TIK-zO_Io25GnyrKZ9f4Yd9Fp1Ihf9PQ/s320/olhao-sm.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508440829427389090&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver a nuvem passar&lt;div&gt;E ver aquela flor renascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando eu puder voltar a respirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É porque a solidão não vai mais me afogar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste momento nada mais importa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque sei que sei que se bater na porta não irá me recusar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E poder provar que não foi tudo em vão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que no seu coração eu sempre quis estar.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/8252601640499653401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRpWO0cHCj-erUmh0glgZ1Jp2lh3mlSM_3MTUuGYbtH2GFA1yRtP3BaWIm-U18hVXauEfW9SLGGE0j8VTjVS84S7m9xtamIZf3xxIGSS7SBj0w8cCKHf6AImt2FDg38WumBzRtoG9BERl/s1600/OgAAAK6rOtdJWy02EMsj0XoEi6jJLh864yAeOv5HuhEm6vjYHBnXJsy9OXkaAjM8oyhFED0q8KwxfZ7i7uJ3ccjKLAEAm1T1UHAQ2oBIQq_8QlbdGPAtiQ0t8MGN.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só queria uma chance pra provar&lt;div&gt;só queria ter a chance de dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que eu te amo e não quero te deixar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e que os segundos não passam sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se um dia eu soltei a tua mão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te peço te suplico o perdão  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o meu passado ninguém viu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e meu presente de mim fugiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e meu futuro ainda não aconteceu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais agora eu te prometo, todos eles são seus&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1641467792778786038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-queria-uma-chance-pra-provar-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/1641467792778786038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4863345811507733797/posts/default/1641467792778786038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenograndelivro.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-queria-uma-chance-pra-provar-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Matheus Florencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858398349253083005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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