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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wp8ZM8pHAZU/Tya3PxrJc-I/AAAAAAAABDI/pTWj0vHSJfk/s320/caf%25C3%25A9%2Bna%2Bcama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703447459771544546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-2179988529882542386?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/2179988529882542386/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2012/01/cafe-na-cama.html#comment-form" title="13 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2179988529882542386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2179988529882542386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2012/01/cafe-na-cama.html" title="Café na cama" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wp8ZM8pHAZU/Tya3PxrJc-I/AAAAAAAABDI/pTWj0vHSJfk/s72-c/caf%25C3%25A9%2Bna%2Bcama.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YGQnc6eip7ImA9WhRTGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-7000953884759789179</id><published>2011-11-09T22:17:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:32:03.912-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T22:32:03.912-02:00</app:edited><title>Nossa música</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Podem mudar o lado do disco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou até mesmo trocá-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é à toa quando eu insisto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nem todas as danças são lado a lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo depois de todos esses anos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você ainda me faz dançar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque mesmo depois de todos os abandonos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nossa música nunca parou de tocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANj32fZ4s1Q/TrsaMad35HI/AAAAAAAABC0/HvRmsA3sfLE/s320/nossa%2Bm%25C3%25BAsica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673156956168643698" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 318px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-2443319170741824771?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/2443319170741824771/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/11/marcas.html#comment-form" title="10 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2443319170741824771?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2443319170741824771?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/11/marcas.html" title="Marcas" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPh8W44YdcA/TrL-GZwNPdI/AAAAAAAABCo/O9XU-2DjwYU/s72-c/marcas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMRX09fip7ImA9WhdREk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-7961901013906837106</id><published>2011-08-01T18:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T18:39:44.366-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-01T18:39:44.366-03:00</app:edited><title>Poesia num papel molhado de lágrimas em cima de uma mala</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Essa poesia aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;É só para que antes de você partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Por aí, pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Você saiba que eu realmente gostei de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;E que eu fiz de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Pra te dizer isso antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Nessa poesia aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Eu só não vou falar de amantes e amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Porque rima muito facilmente com dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Você já é grande o suficiente pra saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Que rua pela qual você escolheu andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Vai te levar até o porto, até o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Você já é grande o suficiente pra saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Que o oceano não toca o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Que não adianta cobrir seu rosto com véu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Porque o vento sussurra o passado em todas as direções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Essa poesia aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;É só pra por fim em nossos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wauSUBJ8KAc/Tjcce7lw4UI/AAAAAAAABCQ/1RGIUdgsijI/s320/despedida.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 291px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636004776395202882" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-7961901013906837106?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/7961901013906837106/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/08/poesia-num-papel-molhado-de-lagrimas-em.html#comment-form" title="23 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/7961901013906837106?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/7961901013906837106?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/08/poesia-num-papel-molhado-de-lagrimas-em.html" title="Poesia num papel molhado de lágrimas em cima de uma mala" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wauSUBJ8KAc/Tjcce7lw4UI/AAAAAAAABCQ/1RGIUdgsijI/s72-c/despedida.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BSH88fSp7ImA9WhdSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-7038362671865231182</id><published>2011-07-21T19:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T19:22:39.175-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-21T19:22:39.175-03:00</app:edited><title>A felicidade</title><content type="html">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Felicidade não é uma obrigação&lt;br /&gt;Ou pelo menos não deveria ser      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vejo que você faz qualquer tipo de ação&lt;br /&gt;Esperando estampar um sorriso no rosto&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me dá gosto ver você tentar ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Assim, tão destemidamente&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um dia eu também quis&lt;br /&gt;A qualquer preço&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas às vezes a gente mente&lt;br /&gt;Para nós mesmos&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois eu vou lhe dizer que felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Não é um fardo&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ou um agrado&lt;br /&gt;Que temos que fazer&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A felicidade é simplesmente ser&lt;br /&gt;É conseqüência pra quem sabe existir&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há motivos para insistir no sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Se ele pode estar o tempo todo contigo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wpsqF16GIY/TiimZhhujOI/AAAAAAAABCI/4294kWAAK3I/s1600/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wpsqF16GIY/TiimZhhujOI/AAAAAAAABCI/4294kWAAK3I/s320/felicidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631934291453578466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-7038362671865231182?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/7038362671865231182/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/07/felicidade.html#comment-form" title="20 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/7038362671865231182?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/7038362671865231182?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/07/felicidade.html" title="A felicidade" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wpsqF16GIY/TiimZhhujOI/AAAAAAAABCI/4294kWAAK3I/s72-c/felicidade.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4FSXo9fSp7ImA9WhZaGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-2627972685564449091</id><published>2011-07-05T18:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:55:18.465-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-05T18:55:18.465-03:00</app:edited><title>Não precisava</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Não precisava dizer que era pra sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não precisava dizer a verdade se só mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca pedi mais que o simples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais que olhos alegremente tristes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca pedi mais que o fácil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais que qualquer forma de amor ágil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não precisava me prometer o céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você não se permite tirar os pés do chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não precisava me prometer o mel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se amargo é o seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca pedi que me amasse por inteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedi apenas que o pouco fosse verdadeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOWdYBuC268/ThOIKJQLbZI/AAAAAAAABCA/PT_W2IfKSWw/s320/NP2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625990067379727762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-2627972685564449091?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/2627972685564449091/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-precisava.html#comment-form" title="28 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2627972685564449091?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2627972685564449091?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-precisava.html" title="Não precisava" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOWdYBuC268/ThOIKJQLbZI/AAAAAAAABCA/PT_W2IfKSWw/s72-c/NP2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMRH06cCp7ImA9WhZaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-7568030240394364159</id><published>2011-06-27T18:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:13:05.318-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-27T18:13:05.318-03:00</app:edited><title>Onde germinam as minhas poesias</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Há um espaço no jardim&lt;br /&gt;Assim como há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Onde germinam as minhas poesias&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brotam e se esticam ao ar&lt;br /&gt;Por cima de todas as outras flores&lt;br /&gt;Todos os outros amores&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Há um espaço no chão&lt;br /&gt;Assim como há em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Onde germinam as minhas poesias&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se eu pudesse, até lá eu iria&lt;br /&gt;Só para vê-las encontrando o céu na terra&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que se sente, não se enxerga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IO6DXVenjJU/TgjyTeeU5nI/AAAAAAAABB4/ALt3JnnAEUQ/s320/onde.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623010551183763058" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-7568030240394364159?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/7568030240394364159/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/06/onde-germinam-as-minhas-poesias.html#comment-form" title="17 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/7568030240394364159?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/7568030240394364159?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/06/onde-germinam-as-minhas-poesias.html" title="Onde germinam as minhas poesias" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IO6DXVenjJU/TgjyTeeU5nI/AAAAAAAABB4/ALt3JnnAEUQ/s72-c/onde.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMQXs5fCp7ImA9WhZUFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-6295586470112884410</id><published>2011-06-08T20:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:09:40.524-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-08T20:09:40.524-03:00</app:edited><title>Luz (O Sol)</title><content type="html">Não há com que tanto se preocupar&lt;br /&gt;Depois de toda noite&lt;br /&gt;O Sol sobe o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda escuridão acaba&lt;br /&gt;Quando, depois de uma partida&lt;br /&gt;Há uma nova chegada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbFaLqjhtwI/TfAAunCqu4I/AAAAAAAABBo/hbbE9w1u0yY/s1600/wallpapers-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enFdV89fWhs/TdFNKsErnvI/AAAAAAAABBM/v1hoP9RnFrk/s1600/como%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enFdV89fWhs/TdFNKsErnvI/AAAAAAAABBM/v1hoP9RnFrk/s320/como%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607347857077804786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-2552079969964671469?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/2552079969964671469/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/05/como-o-galopar-dos-cavalos.html#comment-form" title="20 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2552079969964671469?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2552079969964671469?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/05/como-o-galopar-dos-cavalos.html" title="Como o galopar dos cavalos" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enFdV89fWhs/TdFNKsErnvI/AAAAAAAABBM/v1hoP9RnFrk/s72-c/como%2B2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABRX08eip7ImA9WhZWEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-6205456651802729039</id><published>2011-05-10T20:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:05:54.372-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-10T20:05:54.372-03:00</app:edited><title>Eu não te amo</title><content type="html">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Minha mãe me dizia&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém consegue mandar no coração  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somente agora&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que nesse tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Ela tinha razão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se houvesse como&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse escolher&lt;br /&gt;Escolheria você&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem medo de engano&lt;br /&gt;Mas, infelizmente&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te amo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYQQ5tgDd6Y/TcnEqSqDpFI/AAAAAAAABBE/SmZHp6YenUU/s1600/eunaoteamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYQQ5tgDd6Y/TcnEqSqDpFI/AAAAAAAABBE/SmZHp6YenUU/s320/eunaoteamo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605227442081080402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-6205456651802729039?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/6205456651802729039/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-nao-te-amo.html#comment-form" title="24 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/6205456651802729039?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/6205456651802729039?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-nao-te-amo.html" title="Eu não te amo" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYQQ5tgDd6Y/TcnEqSqDpFI/AAAAAAAABBE/SmZHp6YenUU/s72-c/eunaoteamo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYHR3Y_eCp7ImA9WhZXE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-3031955578191052022</id><published>2011-04-26T21:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:55:36.840-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-02T16:55:36.840-03:00</app:edited><title>De papel</title><content type="html">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Debaixo da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Minhas lágrimas se confundem&lt;br /&gt;Com as gotas que caem do céu        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Águas que lavam e limpam&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-me lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Que não sou feito de papel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ziS9-Sq7JXc/TbdkPny60_I/AAAAAAAABA8/ZxO6WU1wkAk/s1600/DE%2BPAPEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ziS9-Sq7JXc/TbdkPny60_I/AAAAAAAABA8/ZxO6WU1wkAk/s320/DE%2BPAPEL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600054881201869810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-3031955578191052022?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/3031955578191052022/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-papel.html#comment-form" title="18 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/3031955578191052022?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/3031955578191052022?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-papel.html" title="De papel" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ziS9-Sq7JXc/TbdkPny60_I/AAAAAAAABA8/ZxO6WU1wkAk/s72-c/DE%2BPAPEL.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcMR3gyfCp7ImA9WhZQFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-6692796949969506834</id><published>2011-04-17T15:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:28:06.694-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-24T19:28:06.694-03:00</app:edited><title>Cale-se!</title><content type="html">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Cale-se!&lt;br /&gt;Porque agora eu quem vou falar  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Todas as suas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Já não possuem mais razão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se você acha que vou agüentar tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Fique sabendo que não vou não&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enquanto você diz... Melhor, se contradiz&lt;br /&gt;Me vem uma grande dor de cabeça&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não se esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Que a culpa é toda sua&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agradeça que ainda não esteja na rua&lt;br /&gt;Todos os seus trapos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu não sou obrigado&lt;br /&gt;A ouvir essas suas desculpas esfarrapadas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isso até pode soar como um desabafo&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que te amava&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conjugação verbal perfeita: no passado&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mandou me trair a troco de nada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Logo eu que sempre te dei tudo&lt;br /&gt;Até mais do que podia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se eu fosse você, pegaria suas coisas&lt;br /&gt;E iria, de uma vez, embora dessa casa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque se não for por bem&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser por mal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sou capaz de agir de forma anormal&lt;br /&gt;Só pra você sumir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E assumir que nunca me amou de verdade&lt;br /&gt;E também não será agora que vai me amar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cale-se!&lt;br /&gt;Porque agora eu quem vou ficar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXQaCt8q-xw/TasyWWgggWI/AAAAAAAABA0/zdT4eNAJJBQ/s1600/Il%2BSilenzio%2Bdella%2BMia%2BAnima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXQaCt8q-xw/TasyWWgggWI/AAAAAAAABA0/zdT4eNAJJBQ/s320/Il%2BSilenzio%2Bdella%2BMia%2BAnima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596622321518412130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-6692796949969506834?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/6692796949969506834/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/04/cale-se.html#comment-form" title="30 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/6692796949969506834?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/6692796949969506834?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/04/cale-se.html" title="Cale-se!" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXQaCt8q-xw/TasyWWgggWI/AAAAAAAABA0/zdT4eNAJJBQ/s72-c/Il%2BSilenzio%2Bdella%2BMia%2BAnima.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YARno7eCp7ImA9WhZRGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-8183553215088811646</id><published>2011-04-12T20:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:52:27.400-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-14T20:52:27.400-03:00</app:edited><title>Perecível</title><content type="html">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Não vou lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que te amarei para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Porque certamente não vou        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te amarei neste agora&lt;br /&gt;No próximo, não sei se estarei aqui&lt;br /&gt;Ou se terei ido embora&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não vou lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que te amarei de janeiro a janeiro&lt;br /&gt;Porque certamente não vou&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te amarei por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Sendo inteiramente seu&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto durar o nosso amor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dcc9wS4ynvo/TaTd9y3FRdI/AAAAAAAABAs/UkSmCzavzT8/s1600/dente_de_leao_powerpoint_-_pequena_-_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dcc9wS4ynvo/TaTd9y3FRdI/AAAAAAAABAs/UkSmCzavzT8/s320/dente_de_leao_powerpoint_-_pequena_-_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594840690795562450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-8183553215088811646?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/8183553215088811646/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/04/perecivel.html#comment-form" title="26 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/8183553215088811646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/8183553215088811646?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/04/perecivel.html" title="Perecível" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dcc9wS4ynvo/TaTd9y3FRdI/AAAAAAAABAs/UkSmCzavzT8/s72-c/dente_de_leao_powerpoint_-_pequena_-_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IDQH49cSp7ImA9WhZRE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-7232256151910155883</id><published>2011-04-09T22:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:39:31.069-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-09T22:39:31.069-03:00</app:edited><title>Frio (Me aqueça)</title><content type="html">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 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width: 282px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGdzslnqQBY/TaEJJLrltTI/AAAAAAAABAk/JOCfyl_2R44/s320/dormir%2Bde%2Bconchinha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593762265529955634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-7232256151910155883?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/7232256151910155883/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/04/frio-me-aqueca.html#comment-form" title="22 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/7232256151910155883?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/7232256151910155883?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/04/frio-me-aqueca.html" title="Frio (Me aqueça)" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGdzslnqQBY/TaEJJLrltTI/AAAAAAAABAk/JOCfyl_2R44/s72-c/dormir%2Bde%2Bconchinha.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MCRXoycCp7ImA9WhZSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-4208436893227590344</id><published>2011-03-29T14:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:51:04.498-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-31T10:51:04.498-03:00</app:edited><title>Indecisão</title><content type="html">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Nem todos os curativos&lt;br /&gt;Cessam as dores      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por nem todas as tempestades&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivem dois amores&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Escolher talvez não seja renunciar&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer talvez seja sinônimo de amar&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Na distância entre um sim e um não&lt;br /&gt;Há muita vida&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E viver com ou sem você&lt;br /&gt;É a minha maior ferida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUIVIUX9DeM/TZIRBwVWcyI/AAAAAAAABAc/OpoGbekVmSU/s1600/bifurcacion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUIVIUX9DeM/TZIRBwVWcyI/AAAAAAAABAc/OpoGbekVmSU/s320/bifurcacion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589548809372201762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-4208436893227590344?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/4208436893227590344/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/03/indecisao.html#comment-form" title="30 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/4208436893227590344?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/4208436893227590344?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/03/indecisao.html" title="Indecisão" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUIVIUX9DeM/TZIRBwVWcyI/AAAAAAAABAc/OpoGbekVmSU/s72-c/bifurcacion.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYMQno6eyp7ImA9WhZSEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-3934691873225022525</id><published>2011-03-22T22:25:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:19:43.413-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-25T00:19:43.413-03:00</app:edited><title>Cama de aço</title><content type="html">Me dê os seus braços&lt;br /&gt;Os seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Me amarre feito laço&lt;br /&gt;Que eu faço o nosso amor acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dê...&lt;br /&gt;Até o cansaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ7kDWjgYXc/TYljzIRUyEI/AAAAAAAABAU/emcHMhuf-Bg/s1600/IntimacyHug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ7kDWjgYXc/TYljzIRUyEI/AAAAAAAABAU/emcHMhuf-Bg/s320/IntimacyHug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587106542774437954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-3934691873225022525?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/3934691873225022525/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/03/cama-de-aco.html#comment-form" title="24 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/3934691873225022525?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/3934691873225022525?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/03/cama-de-aco.html" title="Cama de aço" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ7kDWjgYXc/TYljzIRUyEI/AAAAAAAABAU/emcHMhuf-Bg/s72-c/IntimacyHug.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUFQ3w8fCp7ImA9WhZTFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-5530227470809529</id><published>2011-03-19T17:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:23:32.274-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-19T17:23:32.274-03:00</app:edited><title>A única flor que brotou na estrada de chão</title><content type="html">Ela olha ao redor&lt;br /&gt;E sem encantos&lt;br /&gt;Não vê, em si, beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se talvez estivesse&lt;br /&gt;Nascido em qualquer outro canto&lt;br /&gt;Nada, nada teria acontecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única flor&lt;br /&gt;Que brotou na estrada de chão&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe que é bela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe que é ela&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que ela&lt;br /&gt;Conquistou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNydS0vAREI/TYUQrjvVOVI/AAAAAAAAA_8/0zIyXxNHYrI/s1600/a%2Bunica%2Bflor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNydS0vAREI/TYUQrjvVOVI/AAAAAAAAA_8/0zIyXxNHYrI/s320/a%2Bunica%2Bflor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585889253337151826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-5530227470809529?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/5530227470809529/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/03/unica-flor-que-brotou-na-estrada-de_19.html#comment-form" title="23 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/5530227470809529?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/5530227470809529?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/03/unica-flor-que-brotou-na-estrada-de_19.html" title="A única flor que brotou na estrada de chão" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNydS0vAREI/TYUQrjvVOVI/AAAAAAAAA_8/0zIyXxNHYrI/s72-c/a%2Bunica%2Bflor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08FQnc9fyp7ImA9Wx9aGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-7730447783063914497</id><published>2011-03-11T00:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:23:33.967-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-11T10:23:33.967-03:00</app:edited><title>Quando anoitecer</title><content type="html">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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         &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não vou mais acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Na sua voz que tão veloz me fez amar&lt;br /&gt;Tão veloz me fez sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando anoitecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bL89tlMTQ3k/TXmbYZ9cY_I/AAAAAAAAA_0/un5uHmyFses/s1600/Despedida_ao_Rei_Sol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bL89tlMTQ3k/TXmbYZ9cY_I/AAAAAAAAA_0/un5uHmyFses/s320/Despedida_ao_Rei_Sol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582664056690205682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-7730447783063914497?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/7730447783063914497/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/03/quando-anoitecer.html#comment-form" title="16 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/7730447783063914497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/7730447783063914497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/03/quando-anoitecer.html" title="Quando anoitecer" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bL89tlMTQ3k/TXmbYZ9cY_I/AAAAAAAAA_0/un5uHmyFses/s72-c/Despedida_ao_Rei_Sol.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUFQXY8eip7ImA9Wx9aEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-3462069620862109659</id><published>2011-03-03T10:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:06:50.872-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-03T21:06:50.872-03:00</app:edited><title>Dinossauro</title><content type="html">Me perseguiu&lt;br /&gt;Agarrou&lt;br /&gt;Rasgou&lt;br /&gt;Devorou&lt;br /&gt;E depois sumiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Deixou o meu morto&lt;br /&gt;De saudades&lt;br /&gt;Tanto que eu ainda sinto&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor extinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPSeM5pRnQ8/TW-XpqjOZMI/AAAAAAAAA-k/gIN3hWnSFKw/s1600/dinossauro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPSeM5pRnQ8/TW-XpqjOZMI/AAAAAAAAA-k/gIN3hWnSFKw/s320/dinossauro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579845205387797698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-3462069620862109659?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/3462069620862109659/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/03/dinossauro.html#comment-form" title="16 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/3462069620862109659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/3462069620862109659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/03/dinossauro.html" title="Dinossauro" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPSeM5pRnQ8/TW-XpqjOZMI/AAAAAAAAA-k/gIN3hWnSFKw/s72-c/dinossauro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEEQH44eyp7ImA9Wx9bGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-2694904615089251419</id><published>2011-02-27T15:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:16:41.033-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-27T20:16:41.033-03:00</app:edited><title>Pérola negra</title><content type="html">Revele o seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Todo pintado à mão      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem esboço&lt;br /&gt;Cor de carvão&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que eu tanto gosto&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tanto gosto&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Revele o seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Aonde o meu esteja&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saia da concha&lt;br /&gt;Pérola negra&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que eu tanto gosto&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tanto gosto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qF1wMbl-hxc/TWrbSy4btDI/AAAAAAAAA8M/R5gj4tIy108/s1600/PEROLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qF1wMbl-hxc/TWrbSy4btDI/AAAAAAAAA8M/R5gj4tIy108/s320/PEROLA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578512204394378290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-2694904615089251419?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/2694904615089251419/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/02/perola-negra.html#comment-form" title="17 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2694904615089251419?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2694904615089251419?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/02/perola-negra.html" title="Pérola negra" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qF1wMbl-hxc/TWrbSy4btDI/AAAAAAAAA8M/R5gj4tIy108/s72-c/PEROLA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUESX4-cCp7ImA9Wx9bE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-2704230310928674426</id><published>2011-02-21T17:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:30:08.058-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-21T17:30:08.058-03:00</app:edited><title>Esconderijos</title><content type="html">Eu queria que você soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Pela minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não te amo mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu até poderia fazer um cartaz&lt;br /&gt;Ou deixar que te contassem por aí...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente&lt;br /&gt;Já não é mais o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente&lt;br /&gt;Já não é mais o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que, neste momento, eu ria&lt;br /&gt;É puro nervosismo...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei contar mentiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in9tEvBGprs/TWLLLdhzRyI/AAAAAAAAA70/HXCGaEE8OhM/s1600/imagem%2Besconderijos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in9tEvBGprs/TWLLLdhzRyI/AAAAAAAAA70/HXCGaEE8OhM/s320/imagem%2Besconderijos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576242686403495714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-2704230310928674426?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/2704230310928674426/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/02/esconderijos.html#comment-form" title="21 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2704230310928674426?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/2704230310928674426?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/02/esconderijos.html" title="Esconderijos" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in9tEvBGprs/TWLLLdhzRyI/AAAAAAAAA70/HXCGaEE8OhM/s72-c/imagem%2Besconderijos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEHQHg4eip7ImA9Wx9UGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-6346878009561886896</id><published>2011-02-16T14:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:27:11.632-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-16T14:27:11.632-02:00</app:edited><title>Cacos</title><content type="html">Os pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Do vidro quebrado&lt;br /&gt;Os cacos&lt;br /&gt;Estão todos no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças&lt;br /&gt;De uma dança&lt;br /&gt;As esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Estão todas no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despedaçado coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u41DvXwpsT0/TVv6lZZAMuI/AAAAAAAAA7k/pJ_4IfAln8U/s1600/cacos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u41DvXwpsT0/TVv6lZZAMuI/AAAAAAAAA7k/pJ_4IfAln8U/s320/cacos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574324484178981602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-6346878009561886896?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/6346878009561886896/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/02/cacos.html#comment-form" title="15 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/6346878009561886896?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/6346878009561886896?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/02/cacos.html" title="Cacos" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u41DvXwpsT0/TVv6lZZAMuI/AAAAAAAAA7k/pJ_4IfAln8U/s72-c/cacos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4FRn0ycCp7ImA9Wx9UFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453518347309753550.post-8027611497364708305</id><published>2011-02-11T15:20:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:11:57.398-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-11T16:11:57.398-02:00</app:edited><title>Destino</title><content type="html">Embora não acredite em destinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você transformou, tantas vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pesadelos em sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu até suponho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter nascido para ser somente seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-Az_gFuVDs/TVVwDKySZQI/AAAAAAAAA7c/TTMuCkv6zvw/s1600/52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572483313678050562" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-Az_gFuVDs/TVVwDKySZQI/AAAAAAAAA7c/TTMuCkv6zvw/s320/52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453518347309753550-8027611497364708305?l=poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/feeds/8027611497364708305/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/02/destino.html#comment-form" title="24 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/8027611497364708305?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453518347309753550/posts/default/8027611497364708305?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://poesiasdoaugusto.blogspot.com/2011/02/destino.html" title="Destino" /><author><name>Augusto Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18126738184778186430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E18xjE62CeM/TKXr0hPcvQI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aJgZVfdjQ5k/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAC-tkKDCVH0yMTIa4BBD1neEhZp3MpF7QUIOT4BzuVl4YkXjhiI7wd-of-9G9pXcgFM4tpTBVvEESSDDiad1CO4Am1T1UPrVGyXBYGorfIYeNATDCqppnYss%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-Az_gFuVDs/TVVwDKySZQI/AAAAAAAAA7c/TTMuCkv6zvw/s72-c/52.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry></feed>

