<?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-2658665494036435127</id><updated>2024-10-06T21:58:50.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Coisas Minhas&quot;</title><subtitle type='html'>&quot;Parece um absurdo, e no entanto é a exata verdade, que, se toda a realidade for vazia, não haverá mais nada de real nem de substancial no mundo além das ilusões.&quot;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-1582498441135498251</id><published>2012-10-01T07:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T07:39:07.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Farei o possível para não amar demais as pessoas, sobretudo por causa das pessoas. Às vezes o amor que se dá pesa, quase como responsabilidade na pessoa que o recebe. Eu tenho essa tendência geral para exagerar, e resolvi tentar não exigir dos outros senão o mínimo. É uma forma de paz...&quot; (Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/1582498441135498251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/farei-o-possivel-para-nao-amar-demais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/1582498441135498251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/1582498441135498251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/farei-o-possivel-para-nao-amar-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-9145065815138196128</id><published>2012-10-01T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T07:38:40.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;E assim sou, fútil e sensível, capaz de impulsos violentos e absorventes, maus e bons, nobres e vis, mas nunca de um sentimento que subsista... Tudo em mim é tendência para ser a seguir outra coisa; uma impaciência da alma consigo mesma, como uma criança inoportuna; um desassossego sempre crescente e sempre igual.&quot; (Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/9145065815138196128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/e-assim-sou-futil-e-sensivel-capaz-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/9145065815138196128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/9145065815138196128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/e-assim-sou-futil-e-sensivel-capaz-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-8999220653020847683</id><published>2012-10-01T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T07:37:32.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Um amigo me chamou pra cuidar da dor dele. &lt;br /&gt;Guardei a minha no bolso. E fui.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/8999220653020847683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/um-amigo-me-chamou-pra-cuidar-da-dor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/8999220653020847683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/8999220653020847683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/um-amigo-me-chamou-pra-cuidar-da-dor.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-3263404684085443204</id><published>2012-10-01T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T06:10:17.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; Faça que os erros te façam crescer, Na dúvida escolha o melhor pra você, Dê mais importância a quem lhe quer bem... E a vida, ha de ser bem melhor pode crer E na vida, ame mais, sem porém, nem por que Que a vida, passa depressa. Não perca tempo Que o final só Deus pode prever.(8&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/3263404684085443204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/faca-que-os-erros-te-facam-crescer-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/3263404684085443204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/3263404684085443204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/faca-que-os-erros-te-facam-crescer-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-4950550620249548085</id><published>2012-10-01T06:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T06:09:52.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“Não quero pensar, não quero fazer planos, não quero criar expectativas. Quero apenas que os dias passem.”&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/4950550620249548085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/nao-quero-pensar-nao-quero-fazer-planos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/4950550620249548085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/4950550620249548085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/nao-quero-pensar-nao-quero-fazer-planos.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-3371766887659661062</id><published>2012-10-01T06:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T06:09:27.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Louca do tipo desvairada; briguenta de tô de mal pra sempre; durmo treze horas seguidas; meus amigos são semi-irmãos; meus amores são sempre eternos e meus dramas, mexicanos!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/3371766887659661062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/3371766887659661062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/3371766887659661062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-3919709484851293881</id><published>2012-07-05T09:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-05T09:49:54.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Tenho um pouco de medo da duração das coisas. Antes, eu acreditava no eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois de tantos percalços, tantas coisas perdidas e tantos nãos guardados no bolso eu já não sei mais. Não sei se ainda existe a sinceridade.&lt;br /&gt;No ato, no fato, no tato.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; (Clarissa Corrêa)﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/3919709484851293881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/tenho-um-pouco-de-medo-da-duracao-das.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/3919709484851293881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/3919709484851293881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/tenho-um-pouco-de-medo-da-duracao-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-6520072494472686541</id><published>2012-07-03T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T08:35:11.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que eu sinto, eu não ajo. O que ajo, não penso. O que penso, não sinto. Do que sei, sou ignorante. Do que sinto, não ignoro. Não me entendo e ajo como se me entendesse..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/6520072494472686541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/o-que-eu-sinto-eu-nao-ajo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/6520072494472686541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/6520072494472686541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/o-que-eu-sinto-eu-nao-ajo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-1301073695786708237</id><published>2012-07-03T08:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T08:23:24.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assim como se você pingasse uma porção de gotas de tinta num mata-borrão. Eles vão se espalhando cada vez mais. Acabam se encontrando uns com os outros um dia, entende? — Caio Fernando Abreu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/1301073695786708237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/assim-como-se-voce-pingasse-uma-porcao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/1301073695786708237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/1301073695786708237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/assim-como-se-voce-pingasse-uma-porcao.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-8574015991656682879</id><published>2012-07-03T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T08:18:03.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nas madrugadas de estrelas tão pálidas que, se você piscasse os olhos, de repente não estavam mais lá. — Caio Fernando Abreu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/8574015991656682879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/nas-madrugadas-de-estrelas-tao-palidas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/8574015991656682879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/8574015991656682879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/nas-madrugadas-de-estrelas-tao-palidas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-212443465581869712</id><published>2012-07-03T06:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T06:11:33.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já estou farta de esperar as coisas acontecer, eu quero viver, mas&lt;br /&gt; algo me prende, algo me impede, e eu já nem sei mais o que fazer,&lt;br /&gt; e eu fico a esperar as horas passar e as coisas mudarem sozinhas,&lt;br /&gt; e eu sei que a vida de milhares de pessoas são assim, mas eu não&lt;br /&gt; quero isso pra mim, eu quero viver, simples assim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/212443465581869712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/ja-estou-farta-de-esperar-as-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/212443465581869712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/212443465581869712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/ja-estou-farta-de-esperar-as-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-1268737296599682750</id><published>2012-07-03T06:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T06:09:56.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você sofreu sim, derramou lágrimas em vão, por alguém que nunca&lt;br /&gt; soube merecê-las. Viveu por muito tempo uma ilusão. Amou, e esse&lt;br /&gt; amor foi tanto que cegou sua razão. E nessa escuridão você se&lt;br /&gt;perdeu, caiu, cedeu. Se feriu por um romance que, se você pudesse&lt;br /&gt; voltar no tempo, jamais teria dado início, jamais teria permitido&lt;br /&gt; que entrasse na sua história. Você aprendeu que jamais deve se&lt;br /&gt; entregar por completa a alguém. O medo te ensinou isso, e você &lt;br /&gt;foi eficaz em aprender. Hoje, no teu lindo e ainda fascinante&lt;br /&gt; olhar, se escondem cacos de um passado triste de se lembrar, e ai&lt;br /&gt; dentro ainda há uma linda garotinha que grita pela felicidade, na&lt;br /&gt; esperança de que ela ouça, e volte a dançar com você como&lt;br /&gt;costumava ser antes, antes de você se quebrar em mil &lt;br /&gt;pedaços por alguém que só lhe trouxe &lt;br /&gt;memórias amargas de serem lembradas..;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/1268737296599682750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/voce-sofreu-sim-derramou-lagrimas-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/1268737296599682750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/1268737296599682750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/voce-sofreu-sim-derramou-lagrimas-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-7150577772447804307</id><published>2012-07-03T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T06:06:59.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sabe quando você se sente… vazio? Quando nada te deixa &lt;br /&gt;satisfeito, quando você não tem vontade de fazer nada além &lt;br /&gt;de deitar na cama e esperar o tempo passar? Me sinto assim&lt;br /&gt; ultimamente. Não sei porque. Mas é como se tudo perdesse &lt;br /&gt;a graça, nada me faz feliz como antes. E o pior, é que parece que ninguém se importa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/7150577772447804307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/sabe-quando-voce-se-sente-vazio-quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/7150577772447804307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/7150577772447804307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/sabe-quando-voce-se-sente-vazio-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-5931556455722818923</id><published>2012-07-03T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T06:05:53.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&#39;&#39;Costumamos dizer que amigos de verdade são os que estão &lt;br /&gt;ao seu lado em momentos dificeis...Mas não! Amigos verdadeiros&lt;br /&gt; são os que suportam a tua felicidade. Porque em um momento&lt;br /&gt; dificil qualquer um se aproxima de você. Mas o seu inimigo jamais suportaria a sua felicidade&#39;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;Fábio de Melo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/5931556455722818923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/costumamos-dizer-que-amigos-de-verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/5931556455722818923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/5931556455722818923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/costumamos-dizer-que-amigos-de-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-663409481513037779</id><published>2012-07-03T06:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T06:04:55.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ninguém tem noção da dor da perda, até perder alguém. &lt;br /&gt;Ninguém tem noção do quanto doí ter um coração partido, &lt;br /&gt;até que alguém parta o seu. Ninguém tem noção do que é miséria,&lt;br /&gt; até passar pela mesma. Ninguém tem noção do que é saudade, até&lt;br /&gt; que tenha alguém distante. Será que vamos sempre ter que sofrer primeiro pra depois aprender ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/663409481513037779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/ninguem-tem-nocao-da-dor-da-perda-ate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/663409481513037779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/663409481513037779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/ninguem-tem-nocao-da-dor-da-perda-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-326372974711506922</id><published>2012-07-03T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T06:04:01.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um coração apaixonado, Não enxerga fica cego. Fica tão&lt;br /&gt; aficionado, Que esquece do seu ego… Não ve tamanho, e nem&lt;br /&gt; altura, Não ve cheiro, e nem cor. Pra ele tudo é formosura, Pra&lt;br /&gt; ele tudo é amor… Um coração apaixonado, Se desliga totalmente.&lt;br /&gt; Pensa só no bem amado, Com o seu pensamento inocente…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/326372974711506922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/um-coracao-apaixonado-nao-enxerga-fica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/326372974711506922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/326372974711506922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/07/um-coracao-apaixonado-nao-enxerga-fica.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-5362261086985486864</id><published>2012-06-26T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T05:48:25.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém Para Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Tudo que eu quero é alguém para amar&lt;br /&gt;Que me compreenda e entenda meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Que aceite meus momentos e pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Não me importarei com o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nem o que dirão do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente quero amar e ser amado&lt;br /&gt;E que esse amor seja como for&lt;br /&gt;Possa ser por muitos invejado&lt;br /&gt;Mas que isso não nos cause dor ou rancor&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo se supera com o verdadeiro amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/5362261086985486864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/alguem-para-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/5362261086985486864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/5362261086985486864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/alguem-para-amar.html' title='Alguém Para Amar'/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-2707227405789075627</id><published>2012-06-25T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T07:44:33.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&quot; Quer ser alguém grande?Abraça forte e cuide de quem se importa o resto é resto. Ninguém precisa de resto pra ser feliz.^^&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/2707227405789075627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/quer-ser-alguem-grandeabraca-forte-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/2707227405789075627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/2707227405789075627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/quer-ser-alguem-grandeabraca-forte-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-5658084970984679002</id><published>2012-06-25T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T07:24:05.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olha eu não sou perfeito e nem pretendo ser assim.(8)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/5658084970984679002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/olha-eu-nao-sou-perfeito-e-nem-pretendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/5658084970984679002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/5658084970984679002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/olha-eu-nao-sou-perfeito-e-nem-pretendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-5012514240325354557</id><published>2012-06-25T07:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T07:20:46.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&quot;Não ache que você consegue me entender &lt;br /&gt;com meia hora de prosa.&lt;br /&gt;Sou tal qual moringa d’água. &lt;br /&gt;Simples à primeira vista, como uma boa cerâmica,&lt;br /&gt;mas quem me vê assim, só querendo matar a sede, só de&lt;br /&gt;passagem, não faz idéia da trajetória do meu barro, &lt;br /&gt;nem das tantas&lt;br /&gt;vezes que desejei mudar o meu destino.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sou de barro, da querida Solange Maia)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/5012514240325354557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/nao-ache-que-voce-consegue-me-entender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/5012514240325354557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/5012514240325354557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/nao-ache-que-voce-consegue-me-entender.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-8143625573492308842</id><published>2012-06-25T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T07:17:21.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;“A gente precisa ter alguém que a gente possa cuidar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;e que cuide da gente também.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;O nome disso é sobrevivência.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas se você coloca um encantamento nesse pensamento,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;aí já não é mais sobrevivência, é amor…”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Filme: Cilada.com.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/8143625573492308842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/gente-precisa-ter-alguem-que-gente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/8143625573492308842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/8143625573492308842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/gente-precisa-ter-alguem-que-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-8193726605787948965</id><published>2012-06-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-22T09:07:45.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluFXGcO_3VMcEuYtsjDDiAPk9OWQcuUv0oUreMgGa4_jT8o-KqoR5rwCBKwVp-U595bBa1usiAyByXUvSAkZckaM5tBxYhQvnHzE61eTZ5Xc7qzTI8obtUazrqcgMArtw5YnhJLDjEkFb/s1600/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental+(4).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluFXGcO_3VMcEuYtsjDDiAPk9OWQcuUv0oUreMgGa4_jT8o-KqoR5rwCBKwVp-U595bBa1usiAyByXUvSAkZckaM5tBxYhQvnHzE61eTZ5Xc7qzTI8obtUazrqcgMArtw5YnhJLDjEkFb/s320/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental+(4).jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_BpKbRFk2VGrGPo8CKlSMMonuJegHtEOuR7GPWio3kDoVAzP8tnmc_ldUeq-PMQMEdDOb6cY4qeS3Z5IS_WAT0_P-O0qE5mGW8-1N58Ck-We25vEetNmFM990kwuvnuhdqoj_dgyDtLxj/s1600/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental+(6).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;198&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_BpKbRFk2VGrGPo8CKlSMMonuJegHtEOuR7GPWio3kDoVAzP8tnmc_ldUeq-PMQMEdDOb6cY4qeS3Z5IS_WAT0_P-O0qE5mGW8-1N58Ck-We25vEetNmFM990kwuvnuhdqoj_dgyDtLxj/s320/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental+(6).jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFJrCj-qO74JzglZXEuQZwmwIgU2ER3aNAqf5Xe32dLzqDsjl5pkBBeygebjoYQGj_JTrWjAVqGE1ePGX1xhCLpf6IMPt7wNpOchT7HI_gI43qBiavTVAPQavBuhC1S3GtQrYO4gX8teQ/s1600/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental+(5).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFJrCj-qO74JzglZXEuQZwmwIgU2ER3aNAqf5Xe32dLzqDsjl5pkBBeygebjoYQGj_JTrWjAVqGE1ePGX1xhCLpf6IMPt7wNpOchT7HI_gI43qBiavTVAPQavBuhC1S3GtQrYO4gX8teQ/s320/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental+(5).jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtbzwOcn7F6k4ypbfhSxW3Kck2I7aXp5UToTEdL8o1XVhwRMtfdQsWi1N5jFgQen-2LlUpzdxVrNWwHnSz_MThRMfhWsdaCMvzEnWoIWLFi__793M2ceMauX6-qY8HNn9cm3qwgIhgSAm/s1600/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtbzwOcn7F6k4ypbfhSxW3Kck2I7aXp5UToTEdL8o1XVhwRMtfdQsWi1N5jFgQen-2LlUpzdxVrNWwHnSz_MThRMfhWsdaCMvzEnWoIWLFi__793M2ceMauX6-qY8HNn9cm3qwgIhgSAm/s320/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental.jpg&quot; width=&quot;270&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGbRn1NQZwarDOrTsH7B3EuyTHnRYQf7D9jE6VVKuxZGtXAm7BxXh7dXas_CxPB4mi1x5kmwEWPGujzx2GYRDMbRLatjXrdY555xboo-kFQOeUSon3Hd0iRxHKLVCgmGBBDxwIlgVKCJH/s1600/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental+(8).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGbRn1NQZwarDOrTsH7B3EuyTHnRYQf7D9jE6VVKuxZGtXAm7BxXh7dXas_CxPB4mi1x5kmwEWPGujzx2GYRDMbRLatjXrdY555xboo-kFQOeUSon3Hd0iRxHKLVCgmGBBDxwIlgVKCJH/s320/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental+(8).jpg&quot; width=&quot;212&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcxSpIACGDG3V1aj-R7eeSGW0amyeC6hyUL72niy83K41RPktf7_KpcQMmRG8-E4zO4VKzvpI5OzXiXAAn3JuCh23UVhOAGpMdheISd4A0Fqzl4e2npd1PEAz4dHUMXBCPjCuzvAJebymt/s1600/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental+(9).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcxSpIACGDG3V1aj-R7eeSGW0amyeC6hyUL72niy83K41RPktf7_KpcQMmRG8-E4zO4VKzvpI5OzXiXAAn3JuCh23UVhOAGpMdheISd4A0Fqzl4e2npd1PEAz4dHUMXBCPjCuzvAJebymt/s320/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental+(9).jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwwkZqg8il044Oo6vqpZdBK0X85gAdkJkyASfjgGTmpU_ZaLgddHLZPoMbprDqQ0bST2prsyWvwdv-AfcLumbPdTb-EhwuYGIZ2u3rubyf4R85FM46b7WK0yrvGoidQtSCCGxlr7Brhyphenhyphenv/s1600/Preconceito.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;224&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwwkZqg8il044Oo6vqpZdBK0X85gAdkJkyASfjgGTmpU_ZaLgddHLZPoMbprDqQ0bST2prsyWvwdv-AfcLumbPdTb-EhwuYGIZ2u3rubyf4R85FM46b7WK0yrvGoidQtSCCGxlr7Brhyphenhyphenv/s320/Preconceito.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxgExUEX0Wc9hxQ2Hwk_drCmZGCgDXWa5yZQhJGjBzGEnYMpDNssL9pJfXJMy3g_gOihWH2WtYtxXqvS2kyUtvujN7KJOKwUQX5LyolqEuAKJBfVNvLFp_Sz3pXiJbvCl6a0Cp9g4NBXB/s1600/Belas+criancas+negras+de+olhos+azuis+-+Preguica+Mental.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxgExUEX0Wc9hxQ2Hwk_drCmZGCgDXWa5yZQhJGjBzGEnYMpDNssL9pJfXJMy3g_gOihWH2WtYtxXqvS2kyUtvujN7KJOKwUQX5LyolqEuAKJBfVNvLFp_Sz3pXiJbvCl6a0Cp9g4NBXB/s320/Belas+criancas+negras+de+olhos+azuis+-+Preguica+Mental.jpg&quot; width=&quot;272&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvv49Si5C9mBIEZsbTyVzxpzLIRR_2izz976Mv_TJc8qzF8XhM54LW3gBNaNWPv5b0gE-nGN8DFW6v36Q8xLHfQZnSJLEZ4mPnGSj6f2NEuvHZk_hEurSiiBRbl3-bv05RGpA0z1_q5eBS/s1600/african-child.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvv49Si5C9mBIEZsbTyVzxpzLIRR_2izz976Mv_TJc8qzF8XhM54LW3gBNaNWPv5b0gE-nGN8DFW6v36Q8xLHfQZnSJLEZ4mPnGSj6f2NEuvHZk_hEurSiiBRbl3-bv05RGpA0z1_q5eBS/s320/african-child.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuy8sRe6gu_75E5B985zhNOOeJXLYWj10o7Zvqv1OFkTDGHY84_v3hC2V0olRodeOTqcyrZRtwM4wFKL99yK3Xz6eKAQLVx9U-AovmYe4xa2Z0XkMkE3oXPq1omognQkULLzv1UbfAQRb/s1600/black_baby1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuy8sRe6gu_75E5B985zhNOOeJXLYWj10o7Zvqv1OFkTDGHY84_v3hC2V0olRodeOTqcyrZRtwM4wFKL99yK3Xz6eKAQLVx9U-AovmYe4xa2Z0XkMkE3oXPq1omognQkULLzv1UbfAQRb/s1600/black_baby1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSEmEJT0QLbB8e6AzREIt_wn8T7Pslz2ALQsp8LoPe0QEzOddp0Js8e2XuH-8hgnEGT2P0m6UczA4boIezjGvnMXP3XlIbjp3I4duib2dVZr2WoqulKMMEczn-d1O8Cw8JVxLCARq1x_X/s1600/y1mS5yqG0m_sVj0YAVwjWYZkufGOPXlS45ccVz0s1g91AlWetky2sDdszkOWXdNHm7wsUvaOKmuzh9LdLCtypgqXw.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSEmEJT0QLbB8e6AzREIt_wn8T7Pslz2ALQsp8LoPe0QEzOddp0Js8e2XuH-8hgnEGT2P0m6UczA4boIezjGvnMXP3XlIbjp3I4duib2dVZr2WoqulKMMEczn-d1O8Cw8JVxLCARq1x_X/s320/y1mS5yqG0m_sVj0YAVwjWYZkufGOPXlS45ccVz0s1g91AlWetky2sDdszkOWXdNHm7wsUvaOKmuzh9LdLCtypgqXw.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/8193726605787948965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/8193726605787948965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/8193726605787948965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluFXGcO_3VMcEuYtsjDDiAPk9OWQcuUv0oUreMgGa4_jT8o-KqoR5rwCBKwVp-U595bBa1usiAyByXUvSAkZckaM5tBxYhQvnHzE61eTZ5Xc7qzTI8obtUazrqcgMArtw5YnhJLDjEkFb/s72-c/20+Lindas+imagens+de+crian%C3%A7as+negras+Preguica+Mental+(4).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-3783945291659005253</id><published>2012-06-22T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-22T05:48:38.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Não ofereço perigo algum: sou quieta como folha de outono esquecida entre as páginas de um livro, sou definida e clara como o jarro com a bacia de ágata no canto do quarto - se tomada com cuidado, verto água limpa sobre as mãos para que se possa refrescar o rosto mas, se tocada por dedos bruscos, &lt;br /&gt;num segundo me estilhaço em cacos, me esfarelo em poeira dourada .&quot;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu﻿)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/3783945291659005253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/nao-ofereco-perigo-algum-sou-quieta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/3783945291659005253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/3783945291659005253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/nao-ofereco-perigo-algum-sou-quieta.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-6872042762436606941</id><published>2012-06-22T05:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-22T05:43:45.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;‎&quot;Não sei fingir. &lt;br /&gt;Abraço minhas vontades, mesmo que a minha cara fique roxa de tanto apanhar. &lt;br /&gt;Cumpro minhas promessas, mesmo que me doa. &lt;br /&gt;Não brinco com os outros para me distrair, tampouco dou uma de boa samaritana para depois me esconder atrás da moita. &lt;br /&gt;Isso não. &lt;br /&gt;Por isso, digo e repito: gosto de gente de verdade. &lt;br /&gt;Se você é assim, por favor, senta aqui e vamos conversar.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio F. Abreu)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/6872042762436606941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/nao-sei-fingir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/6872042762436606941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/6872042762436606941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/nao-sei-fingir.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658665494036435127.post-5144700876425499626</id><published>2012-06-21T09:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-21T09:46:40.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;(...) E então eu assumiria as conseqüências, não importam quais fossem. O nomezinho disso: vida. É sempre uma incógnita, portanto não vale a pena tentar fugir das decepções ou dos êxtases, eles nos assaltarão onde estivermos. Se você for uma garota boba como eu fui, acorde. Ninguém é muito areia pra ninguém. Pessoas aparentemente especiais se apaixonam por outras aparentemente banais e isso não é um trote, não é uma pegadinha, não é nada além do que é: um inesperado presente da vida, que todos nós merecemos.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/feeds/5144700876425499626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/5144700876425499626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658665494036435127/posts/default/5144700876425499626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profundidadetextos.blogspot.com/2012/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cássia Marques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781244380563749296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>