<?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-1012874891703232641</id><updated>2026-06-19T04:22:11.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos, Poemas e Poesias</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-1047026296315470211</id><published>2014-03-18T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-03T09:59:49.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmiFMBt_VW0jOQOvNcNZYFZSgRYfxTn7wU0L1BX9drIOsdc0BKRwtkKDVmIjLhE_UFHqdH1w5rJh2RBcnJZZkkPCGnVFuA8WjOTqPBNiS1TbRqv29WisCvYY3u07jVFMnF_TvvkeZQDFLc/s1600/images+(4).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmiFMBt_VW0jOQOvNcNZYFZSgRYfxTn7wU0L1BX9drIOsdc0BKRwtkKDVmIjLhE_UFHqdH1w5rJh2RBcnJZZkkPCGnVFuA8WjOTqPBNiS1TbRqv29WisCvYY3u07jVFMnF_TvvkeZQDFLc/s1600/images+(4).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Existia magia, fogo e paixão&lt;br /&gt;
O sangue corria quente, fervoroso em nossas veias.&lt;br /&gt;
Nossos corações batiam alucinadamente descompassados.&lt;br /&gt;
Uma ansiedade voraz e avassaladora nos tomava por completo.&lt;br /&gt;
Nossos corpos entrelaçados,unidos e suados de tanto prazer.&lt;br /&gt;
Meu corpo no seu corpo, minha boca na sua eu em você e você em mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Paixão amor e tesão que parecia nunca tem fim.&lt;br /&gt;
Como diz a canção &quot;Que pena amor, que penaaaaaa.....&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Poeta Brasil&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMiEq-ZUKewoPUgejC2X0V82Sg9-nWm0Pic6YILQvx1Bxy1equLrcgWjxfJ2BCYvG22cnd24ucRABJLN2BKP5trozXRfF4TS75uWw8fV-6lQtkzPGxjLibqlYtO3KYK4IDlNOlPjNWQk7O/s1600/Amarras%233.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMiEq-ZUKewoPUgejC2X0V82Sg9-nWm0Pic6YILQvx1Bxy1equLrcgWjxfJ2BCYvG22cnd24ucRABJLN2BKP5trozXRfF4TS75uWw8fV-6lQtkzPGxjLibqlYtO3KYK4IDlNOlPjNWQk7O/s1600/Amarras%233.jpg&quot; width=&quot;239&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cortei as amarras que me aprisionavam &amp;nbsp;ao passado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Rompi com os fantasmas e demônios que me atormentavam, risonhos e famintos por &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minha alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Espantei a doença silenciosa que usurpava meus sonhos e corrompia a fé em mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Por muito tempo vaguei pelo vale de lobos em que eu era apenas um cordeiro manso e submisso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;De tanto ser cordeiro entre lobos, rasguei a pele do cordeiro vivo e surgi um ser híbrido meio cordeiro meio lobo, mais lobo que cordeiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Acolhi o menino oprimido, maltrapilho de sonhos e sem esperança.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Abracei por um demorado momento, despido de minha armadura de guerreiro aquela criança carente de amor surgiu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Resolvi deixar para sempre enterrado no passado tudo que é vil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;O arrependimento foi admitido e o perdão foi dado e a morte pois um ponto final em tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ilusões, decepções e rancor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; display: inline; float: none; font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As feridas doem, depois saram, se tornam cicatrizes e ficam estampadas na epiderme para todo o sempre elas deixam de doer fisicamente, mas ao vê-las me trazem lembranças que me causam dores terríveis pois, me doem no coração na mente e na alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Mas agora as amarras foram cortadas, fantasmas e demônios foram exorcizados, o cordeiro agora também é lobo e o menino se encontra agora seguro e feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Uma nova etapa, uma nova chance de viver em paz no meu universo interior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Poeta Brasil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Carlos A. Passos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDOFOrTxLDuK1erph5FoE7X4pRLoA2T-HDp_pl5rNLquhyi_TAPZYgsVjhcIA-BMtf64kkkT-ajIkRhtqXOhuvBbDrwSK2_32uBQtAQgMpF0DJ4cQhfaz0XsxxS-G6Gs-F0edk89UoKYa/s1600/download+(1).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDOFOrTxLDuK1erph5FoE7X4pRLoA2T-HDp_pl5rNLquhyi_TAPZYgsVjhcIA-BMtf64kkkT-ajIkRhtqXOhuvBbDrwSK2_32uBQtAQgMpF0DJ4cQhfaz0XsxxS-G6Gs-F0edk89UoKYa/s1600/download+(1).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Meus lábios não mais tocarão os seus, nem tua epiderme repousará junto a minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Pois, as voltas, &quot;revoltas&quot; e reviravoltas eram constantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A insegurança, o desejo de posse precoce e melancólico pois tudo a perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Nem tudo que queremos podemos e nem tudo que podemos queremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;O amor quando único, persevera e se faz real e fato único.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Na nudez da alma o que se revela é o sentimento puro e verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Mas a mente trabalha inconstantemente sendo o ópio alucinante levando a insensatez que corrói e adultera a realidade, pura e simplesmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;E quando o tempo passa mesmo que seja pouco traz &amp;nbsp;a saudade, o desejo e o arrependimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Mas aí a estrutura já está muito &amp;nbsp;abalada, o coração machucado e a mágoa sufoca tudo que era bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Quando olhamos para traz a única coisa que vemos é a saudade e aquele Adeus que foi dado somente na troca de olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Poeta Brasil 20/02/2014&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O que é que eu faço sem teu abraço?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitE0yM86nNyn-xThRs9VVslBQqyE9MHuA4v9Pj0PrcHkP9e5ifo7DyCdgFLycBmfKwZpcxE4EkNsKr-0CBuHDoh3ezik0shfpaZ25yDiePTOS8AYkv8dJ4cnSy4p9GFdzgs3JpP0xUVDr5/s1600/sensual-bitting.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitE0yM86nNyn-xThRs9VVslBQqyE9MHuA4v9Pj0PrcHkP9e5ifo7DyCdgFLycBmfKwZpcxE4EkNsKr-0CBuHDoh3ezik0shfpaZ25yDiePTOS8AYkv8dJ4cnSy4p9GFdzgs3JpP0xUVDr5/s320/sensual-bitting.jpg&quot; width=&quot;246&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sem teu som, sem teu tom, sem teu toque?&lt;br /&gt;
Como posso viver sem teu sorriso, largo e contagiante?&lt;br /&gt;
O que eu faço na tua ausência a não ser me angustiar.&lt;br /&gt;
Contar as horas, minutos e segundo que demoram séculos a passar?&lt;br /&gt;
O tempo corre tão lento que a angustia me consome na mesma velocidade tardia.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas quando estou contigo sou infinito e o tempo passa na velocidade da luz.&lt;br /&gt;
eu quero teu corpo teus lábios carnudos,&lt;br /&gt;
 doces e acolhedores que procuram os meus sem timidez.&lt;br /&gt;
Isso me exalta, enaltece, apetece o meu desejo, minha vontade de ti cresce cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas tu malvada, me atiça ascendendo em mim a cobiça me atiçando de vez.&lt;br /&gt;
Anseio pela nudez do teu corpo, pelo sabor dos teus lábios e pelo sussurro de tua voz aos ouvidos meus.&lt;br /&gt;
Rolando na cama desarrumada de um lado para o outro dois loucos amantes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teus olhos em meus olhos s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;em timidez, sem receio, sem peso, sem medida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teu toque suave em meu rosto, tuas mãos a me percorrer &amp;nbsp;todo corpo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teus gemidos em meus ouvidos, uivo baixinho, faminto como lobo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enquanto minha mão maliciosa também percorre o corpo teu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teu calor alimenta e teus gemidos ascende os desejos meus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sussurro em teus ouvidos palavras obscena, gemidos,beijos, carícias, malicias e juras de amor jamais ditas!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pronuncias sem nexo, gritos, suor ao som baixinho de uma bela canção!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nossos corpos unidos, suados, o prazer parece infinto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corações descompassados, posições, que se invertem o tempo todo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma busca louca para atingir o momentâneo êxtase que parece ser infinito naquela fração de segundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não ha amanhã somente o hoje, o agora.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos A. Passos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poeta Brasil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/902446632790867448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/902446632790867448?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/902446632790867448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/902446632790867448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2013/05/voce.html' title='&quot;Voce&quot;'/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEgRuFBD-mbP0k7BkAMWsyg9VhwulHGXpuv9-FpO68mu_SZzt3mmot54lwdyHd_18tBbns28dnmytylzhBbYIdufUXBT-28AfxWjgsCvzdWq0TbkxpR92FELfYPl1fPFEClp0J8GB-kbAQX1/s72-c/tumblr_l82by8Pp4l1qa53bzo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-8345762940010961398</id><published>2012-08-20T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-20T18:04:21.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Em um breve momento vejo tudo simples, fácil e descomplicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Porém esse momento se vai rápido, levando consigo a minha grande certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;De que tudo é pratico, previsto e matemático, me deixando como qualquer ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Desprovido de certezas e exatidão, tendo que muitas vezes me lançar ao abismo, sem ter a certeza de absolutamente &amp;nbsp;nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;As vezes ter que buscar dentro de mim a resposta certa, a decisão ou até mesmo a força que me falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;As vezes parece ser tão fácil para uns e tão difícil para outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Deve ser o exato momento, em que &quot;um breve momento tudo parece ser simples, fácil e descomplicado&quot;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;para quele individuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Portanto todos temos em algum momento nem que seja em uma pequena &amp;nbsp;fração de segundo esse momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Em que podemos nos lançar ao abismo tendo absurda a certeza do que vamos encontrar e reverter o resultado a nosso favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Esses momento são raros na vida do ser humano mas que existem, existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Poeta Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Carlos A. Passos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;20/082012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/8345762940010961398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/8345762940010961398?isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/8345762940010961398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/8345762940010961398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2012/08/em-um-breve-momento-vejo-tudo-simples.html' title=''/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEj50Uofs9ftNThIWJsKblyHkM0DqCduI1jvNDpOy4T1xfOLCE9uc0NnEKFlfFCFBm8cIEzIKayUv8x8PEn8I9kkE4vuNR4W55uHdnKKIX1nCGMEzZJ1NZ0XqvnewRQLAvom9egKPz-t1o1E/s72-c/Cena-filme-beira-Abismo_ACRIMA20120120_0040_5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-294782383544893116</id><published>2012-08-16T06:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-05T17:41:02.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sou teu de qualquer forma, sou teu em rimas versos e prosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sou teu na alegria na tristeza ou na dor, sou teu em meus sonhos e em que te vejo toda graciosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Nos meus lampejos de saudade, na minha vontade de ti,&amp;nbsp;sou teu em cada fim de dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sou teu na certeza inquieta da minha razão de existir, sou totalmente teu quando teu sorriso se &amp;nbsp;irradia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sou teu na simplicidade dos meus versos, nada complexos onde te faço poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sou teu em cada coisa que faço, sou escravo da tua existência, da tua bondade, da tua verdadeira essência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sou teu ao admirar o bater de asas de uma borboleta graciosa e me lembro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;E quando cai a noite e vou ao teu encontro e vejo em seu rosto um esplendido sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Me dou conta de quão grande é minha sede de você, de quanto de ti eu preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;E ao chegar perto de ti e fitar os teus lindos olhos, sentir o odor do teu suave perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A sua pele suave e macia, aí &amp;nbsp;sim a emoção me contagia e eu me entrego a fervor da emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Pego-a em meus braços com volúpia, desfaço os teus laços e te beijo infinitamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;E nesse momento te faço minha de todas as formas e de todas as maneiras, assim como me faço teu, totalmente teu todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Carlos A. Passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Poeta Brasil &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;16/08/2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Prefiro me calar diante da ignorância, não por temor ou falta de argumento, pois sei que &amp;nbsp;meu silêncio atormenta o ignorante com o doce sabor da dúvida do que realmente estou pensando a seu respeito&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Poeta Brasil &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;30/07/2012&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/9031204412264271995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/9031204412264271995?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/9031204412264271995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/9031204412264271995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2012/07/prefiro-me-calar-diante-da-ignorancia.html' title=''/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEhaoLD904NkxbYRRskpFc0F6ksg82ag_oC2fGA2whF88sWqnHTPDIbh3snojZ4zYPQvETpDzRBv8Y5adns1-paVcZLw34AswsfWfbdLShPLUgxVA7rW6deb03rwY5t4bG5_MKLIWN5EUpZh/s72-c/default.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-1204571279036967874</id><published>2012-03-19T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2019-02-20T09:18:32.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victória</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você&amp;nbsp;me mantem longe de ti como se eu fosse uma &amp;nbsp;assombração!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já te fiz poemas, dei conselhos e compus canções.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sempre estive presente em cada momento seu, sem exceções.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cantei, sorri e chorei, junto a ti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sei que muitas vezes errei, todos erramos e também&amp;nbsp;acertamos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peguei-a pela mão e te mostrei o caminho, mesmo sem você querer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje te sinto longe, tão distante e por mais que eu tente não consigo te trazer para perto de mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou insistente, e não vou desistir, porém tudo tem incio, meio e fim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olhe ao seu redor com atenção, faça o seu poema, escreva sua própria canção.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em rimas, versos ou prosa, você será sempre minha linda menininha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porém cada um tem de fazer sua própria história, com derrotas ou glórias, sorrindo ou chorando tudo faz parte do aprendizado da vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te amei ontem, te amo hoje, te amarei amanhã, te amarei sempre!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Dedico esse texto a minha filha, minha ilha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Carlos Antonio dos Passos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Poeta Brasil&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/1204571279036967874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/1204571279036967874?isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/1204571279036967874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/1204571279036967874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2012/03/victoria.html' title='Victória'/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEj47BUYjIKbV6hH7efboZcdjS7oxStKYk89RG_ltaG07rvuZjzLRUIAhbYn4FM0MoOhyphenhyphenGIPxQvVgOTTstArvklUTAZcG9_oOOqgDFOJVKlWDgTv_nF3hla_eqajRwMQTr4DKMGHwNdZRpH7/s72-c/size_590_Modelo_negra.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-1606180619600903180</id><published>2012-03-19T18:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T18:01:54.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu só queria dançar contigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Eu só queria dançar contigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Em uma dança sensual, nada casual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Conhecer os teus passos, o ritimo do teu coração .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Eu só queria sentir tua leveza nem que fosse por um breve momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Eu só queria sentir a brisa do vento passar por nossas faces refrescando nossa epiderme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sentir o teor do teu perfume, o calor do teu corpo junto ao meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Eu só queria alcançar os seus passos ritimados ao som de um bom boléro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Eu só queria passar contigo rodopiando por todo o salão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sentindo os olhares admirados dos nossos passos leves, sensuais e ousados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Eu só queria poder envolve-la em meus braços ao som de um tango audacioso, malicioso como eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sentir as curvas do teu corpo, ver o brilho do teus olhos e o sorriso brotar nos lábios teus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Eu só queria dançar contigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Uma dança para poder lembrar a vida inteira, tango o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;u boléro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedico esse texto em resposta ao texto de minha amiga Lú (Centelha Luminosa)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poeta Brasil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos A. Passos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2hsOVlHPRO7E_jr96PowkQWeBtHvkWRp6QRwuIaA00Inu0Bi60RNcwY0mMIQF6u9N0Osn4OzyH_bYYtQHFnH0GzpX2fHLTpQMzUzwDNMI2XLv9K6rK6hFSo9SDEWOs7cE0FxUDZMnF7K/s1600/009k052Kimr.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2hsOVlHPRO7E_jr96PowkQWeBtHvkWRp6QRwuIaA00Inu0Bi60RNcwY0mMIQF6u9N0Osn4OzyH_bYYtQHFnH0GzpX2fHLTpQMzUzwDNMI2XLv9K6rK6hFSo9SDEWOs7cE0FxUDZMnF7K/s640/009k052Kimr.jpg&quot; width=&quot;588&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lanço-me ao abismo todos os dias!.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morre parte de mim ao fim de cada dia ensolarado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me embriago com o liquido amargo que bebo no cálice da solidão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me sinto só mesmo em plena mutidão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me sinto invisel, sombra em meio a luz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já não sonho, o que era bom antes, já não me seduz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desencanto, desatino, incertezas é o que me resta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morre em mim um pouco de tudo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amor, esperança, fé minha, alma de poeta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vivo em um floresta acinzentada onde as tardes se findam num céu avermelhado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em um lugar em que as pessoas se esbarram, se atropelam mas não se olham.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O abismo que me lanço todos os dias é o da distância que cada ser mantem um do outro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indiferença, medo, arrogância, prepotência, demência dentro de cada um.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sufoca a fé, alimenta a desconfiança um no outro indiscriminadamente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lanço-me a esse abismo porém, desejando romper os dogmas e paradoxos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para que não morra a bondade, a fé e minha alma de poeta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosta de brincar seduzir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mulher, menina manhosa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sensualidade de intenso luzir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ascende o calor do desejo, lança ao abismo da dúvida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem deixar com clareza o que realmente quer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em um momento se faz de menina no outro mulher!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Joga o jogo do amor sem medo, brinca&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;com os sentimentos e emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Encantadora de serpentes! Sei&amp;nbsp;teu segredo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que falta a ti é carinho, amor, paixão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando ouve falar de amor esta sempre na defensiva.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diz que de amor não precisa, o que na verdade é pura frustração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Outrora não foi correspondida coisas do coração, momentos da vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esta em constante luta pessoal, um duelo tão cruel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenta amargar &amp;nbsp;o próprio coração, fazendo secar-se de emoções.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porém, não é com a tristeza ou angustia alheia que se farás mel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entre montanhas de sentimentos, conflitos, contidos dentro do &amp;nbsp;peito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sei que bate em um ritimo descompassado um coração quente, carinhoso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que quer romper as correntes das decepções de amores vividos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um coração que anseia se render aos caprichos do amor e da paixão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um coração que não se rende novamente ao amor porque pertence a alguém que amou, sofreu e ficou com medo de amar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poeta Brasil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos A. Passos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/1834404769557257494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/1834404769557257494?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/1834404769557257494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/1834404769557257494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2012/03/medo-de-amar.html' title='Medo de Amar'/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEjlgyW4AOlClkQb_4aPeLfd5qo_Vqxe1A8EY5JpmXZCjpPuN_-0DU0kbQq0V9ywkrRUal-_hSBHerJRbr6VVVICt4SU05HLdmxSx9UuMEPBKmnJi2t93P6_Af6MtrUKmtoMWzaGPR_qgVH1/s72-c/300.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-2927270895458047862</id><published>2012-02-21T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T19:41:26.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor intenso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Ainda sinto o teu doce sabor nos lábios meus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lembrança de uma linda noite em que&amp;nbsp;depois de tanto prazer nos estregamos&amp;nbsp;aos encantos de Orfeu!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desde a primeira vez em que te vi, uma forte emoção tomou conta de mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você apareceu tão viçosa, linda negra vestida de cor-de-rosa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em noite tão linda, ofuscada pelo brilho dos olhos teus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te faço dentro de meu coração canção, verso rima e prosa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mulher! Menina! de olhos graúdos, pele de ébanos e de lábios carnudos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu jamais imaginei me render tão completamente aos encantos de você mulher!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;No entanto a emoção veio com tudo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;A ti eu me entrego de corpo e alma, faz de mim o que quiser.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu outrora vazio, em uma procura sem fim, a procura de ti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desejei, flertei, amei e fui amado, muitas vezes sem querer magoei e fui magoado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me tornei, arisco e arredio, mas com você me sinto calmo porém, faminto, alucinado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cresce &amp;nbsp;cada vez mais em mim a vontade de te amar mais e mais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando tuas mãos percorre o meu corpo, ascende o meu fogo, me enlouquecendo aos poucos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O calor dos teus lábios e o som &amp;nbsp;de tua voz suave aos ouvidos meus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acelera dentro de mim uma emoção tão forte que eclode dentro de mim um amor verdadeiro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um amor tão intenso, imenso, profundo jamais vivido antes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poeta Brasil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos A. Passos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;O tempo passa e leva com ele a nossa juventude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8iiWDYy_VDh40Vn0b5KFaWUKaK68hIT4V3sVkeRlWvg6CsUGCTMffVIzsgVylKdsNVzogqhH1TWO9vypOUH_3k6PnYzTPkM_mVcVKrbifIJ1owhUKBDggDW9UHkBq-wuKpCksLwbTSf3/s1600/bra%C3%A7os+abertos.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8iiWDYy_VDh40Vn0b5KFaWUKaK68hIT4V3sVkeRlWvg6CsUGCTMffVIzsgVylKdsNVzogqhH1TWO9vypOUH_3k6PnYzTPkM_mVcVKrbifIJ1owhUKBDggDW9UHkBq-wuKpCksLwbTSf3/s400/bra%C3%A7os+abertos.jpg&quot; height=&quot;297&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Nosso corpo envelhece, perece, se finda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Muitos se entregam, se deixam &amp;nbsp;envelhecer no espirito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;É possível envelhecer, deixar a marca do tempo se expressar em nós através das rugas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Mas o tempo quando passa por nós nos deixa com experiência de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Aprendizado que ninguém pode tirar de nós, coisas que levaremos conosco para vida toda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;As vezes sofremos e achamos injusto, que não é necessário sofrer tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Mergulhamos na nossa própria existência e não olhamos ao nosso redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;E se olharmos veremos que estamos sendo injustos conosco e com os demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Pois, não somos os únicos a sofrer, que cada um tem um tipo de sofrimento, sua dor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;E que se ficarmos com pena de nós estamos sós, porque quem mais deve acreditar e nós somos nós mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;É normal achar que o mundo esta sendo injusto, que não merecemos, porem devemos superar e aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Somos seres quem carregam dentro de si um universo complexo e único.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Carregamos de tudo alegria, tristeza, sanidade, loucura, demência, ódio, amor, arrogância, dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Porém o mais complexo é lidar com tudo isso é muita coisa numa pessoa só personalidade, vaidade, medo, rancor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Cada pessoa aprende de um jeito, todos tem seus planos e objetivos porém, as decepções fazem parte do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;pacote e infelizmente temos que viver e lidar com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Devemos ampliar nossos horizontes e ter uma visão geral dos nossos problemas, procurar nossas falhas, nossos defeitos como pessoas, como ser humano e crescer, crescer infinitamente e fazer esse universo que existe dentro de cada um de nós cada vez mas abrangente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Devemos aceitar as marcas e as experiência que o tempo nos deixa mas jamais deixarmos que nosso espirito envelheça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Poeta Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/1173713938241076643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/1173713938241076643?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/1173713938241076643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/1173713938241076643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-verdadeiro-aprendizado.html' title='O verdadeiro aprendizado'/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEiW8iiWDYy_VDh40Vn0b5KFaWUKaK68hIT4V3sVkeRlWvg6CsUGCTMffVIzsgVylKdsNVzogqhH1TWO9vypOUH_3k6PnYzTPkM_mVcVKrbifIJ1owhUKBDggDW9UHkBq-wuKpCksLwbTSf3/s72-c/bra%C3%A7os+abertos.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-1900663310924805896</id><published>2012-01-22T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-05T18:25:51.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não me assombre com teu frio amor!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho cicatrizes profundas que em mim você deixou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me seduzindo aos poucos, querendo me levar contigo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saiba que a atração &amp;nbsp;por ti jamais rolou!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pois quando chega perto de mim só sinto agonia, por isso te mal digo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contamina minha alma e inquieta meu coração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas minha alma se purifica com a fé que tenho em Deus e em mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você é como praga, insistente que quando pega não larga!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tentando arrastar pro seus braços, mas de difícil eu me faço.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;E assim travamos uma luta que  parece não ter fim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você jamais desiste e eu jamais me rendo, assim eu vou vivendo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você me ronda feito lobo faminto no meio da escuridão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me deixa um amargo na boca!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um aperto na alma!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um frio no coração!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porem te digo, desista!  Não insista!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pois tenho minhas virtudes e jamais aceito o que não quero.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por mais atraente que seja o teu abraço frio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu coração é quente e cheio de amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minha alma brilha mesmo na escuridão!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;E enquanto puder &amp;nbsp;me reerguer de suas investidas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estarei sempre destinado a não me render a ti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu me recuso a me atirar no abismo da escuridão!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos A. Passos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Poeta Brasil&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/1900663310924805896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/1900663310924805896?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/1900663310924805896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/1900663310924805896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2012/01/tentacao.html' title='Tentação'/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEin-QC2vcHCQJbZ6R6Tk7mIJAQkPAUcc1zNdOHW5y52vLPRuHI6yXI-nOGn3u95jivKY1969tFoRStkRHnYtln2rG7PyPPzL4rr0FzHVCHwuXmbQcSQbUK_HmoH3z5eLcoiMOjaB00LYpUh/s72-c/93512_Papel-de-Parede-Anjo-Negro--93512_1280x1024.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-3847776730946884133</id><published>2009-12-26T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T19:47:47.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Eu preciso de alguem que me ouça,  que se faça ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Eu preciso de alguem que  me de  carinho e ascenda meu fogo.&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixe  sem fôlego, que apague minha sede, minha fome.&lt;br /&gt;Eu presiso de alguem que  seja  minha  cumplice para vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que se envolva em meus braços, se coloque &amp;nbsp;junto ao  meu peito , olhe em meus olhos e enxergue realmente quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;Que se sinta a vontade e me ame sem pudor, alguém que descubra  meus caminhos e permita que eu descubra os seus.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de alguem que não seja tão auto-suficiente, que possa me ouvir e seguir os meus conselhos.&lt;br /&gt;Alguem que ao invès de sofrer sozinha compartilhe  comigo sua dor &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso tanto dar e  receber carinho !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso tanto de voce!!  &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta Brasil     27 de dezembro de 2009&lt;br /&gt;Carlos A. Passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/3847776730946884133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/3847776730946884133?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/3847776730946884133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/3847776730946884133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-preciso-de-alguem-que-me-ouca-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEjfRrIyz7ieA_bcLdsivx_hm0aS7mz2frvQm4Y9aItfJcFP1MXk6or0IkB8V67uSl0UeUr4bxe7HVReCVehVm1LYbzRdKp4CAt4BuShwQT73-gQQqv05BQ4Y7AVurFzCCP4Z4ZeniJPVjM_/s72-c/vnme7m.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-4657725995125028386</id><published>2009-02-24T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T19:28:05.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duvida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ELsSsR0JC7LoxUWTqhozpCLBuIypc4OX9du1ANyWjkLNesZAMpnPwz47hvRYmg1YiCIdxfvw53GvjTJyQdEJIV9mQfXwAItenazNQCFMyB6C3PobNmGSEBO-2rU2M4n-PeuuaVu_9lmn/s1600-h/tristeza.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306585008283363138&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ELsSsR0JC7LoxUWTqhozpCLBuIypc4OX9du1ANyWjkLNesZAMpnPwz47hvRYmg1YiCIdxfvw53GvjTJyQdEJIV9mQfXwAItenazNQCFMyB6C3PobNmGSEBO-2rU2M4n-PeuuaVu_9lmn/s400/tristeza.jpg&quot; style=&quot;float: right; height: 368px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; width: 400px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Eu não sei por que estou sorrindo agora,  se de alegria ou tristeza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Só sei que não me sinto doce nem amargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Eu não sei pra onde vou, só sei de onde venho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Não sei o que é pior a dor ou o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Não sei no que acreditar nas mentiras ou nas verdades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;No odio ou no amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Ja não sei mais o que me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;marga a vida, ou me adoça a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;minha mente é como um labirinto e nele me encontro perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Eu já não sei mais se sou bom ou ruim, doce ou amargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;As vezes eu amo e odeio com a mesma intensidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;A duvida me enlouquece, me aborrece me enegrecendo a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Poeta Brasil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Carlos Antonio Passos 25/02/200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/4657725995125028386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/4657725995125028386?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/4657725995125028386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/4657725995125028386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-nao-sei-por-que-estou-sorrindo-agora.html' title='Duvida'/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEg-ELsSsR0JC7LoxUWTqhozpCLBuIypc4OX9du1ANyWjkLNesZAMpnPwz47hvRYmg1YiCIdxfvw53GvjTJyQdEJIV9mQfXwAItenazNQCFMyB6C3PobNmGSEBO-2rU2M4n-PeuuaVu_9lmn/s72-c/tristeza.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-7961504797474174042</id><published>2009-01-23T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-05T18:24:42.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Vem&quot;  &quot;por Poeta&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;O seu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Teu jeito de amar,&lt;br /&gt;teu rosto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Aonde você mora?&lt;br /&gt;Vem de encontro a mim&lt;br /&gt;Não demora!&lt;br /&gt;Vem logo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A minha angustia por fim&lt;br /&gt;Te procuro em vários rostos&lt;br /&gt;Muitos lábios, muitos beijos&lt;br /&gt;São  tantos flertes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Mas ainda não encontrei você!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que você esta em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Te procuro, em vão!&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra mim, vem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Por fim a essa tristeza que habita meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Poeta Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Carlos A. Passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/7961504797474174042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/7961504797474174042?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/7961504797474174042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/7961504797474174042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2009/01/vem-por-poeta.html' title='&quot;Vem&quot;  &quot;por Poeta&quot;'/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEjuN1kf2V1qcb-KoN4J99WPsaJqDNqWH73DOMtCJtuwyRRfS75n_aAsi018iyLpMjXgeMGKmS_L8nmD4A-bQiOEAl9KrE7SooRob4dkuqhkupE8A1yJGDCHpt4EX5nIq_-TuCci-fgnrvBB/s72-c/sexy_vanna_black_model_lingerie.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-9202392711592979743</id><published>2009-01-23T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T19:51:54.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Guerreiro do bom combate&quot; &quot;por Poeta&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;em style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Ando por caminhos tão confusos e atormentadores!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Convivo com meus fantasmas, minha agonia todos os dias&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou conselhos a quem precisa, eles se sentem gratos por isso&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem sou eu pra dar conselhos se eu não tenho os meus?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo fazendo planos, quantos enganos, quanto tempo perdido?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outrora nunca me cansei de lutar, jamais fui de desistir no caminho&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mas me sinto cansado, meus fantasmas não me deixam!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus medos, meus apegos, meus desejos,minha dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calor d’alma, que aquece o espírito cansado, da fadiga da carne&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que queima solene, perene nos jarfos do descaso, outrora desejado&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu andar um dia pelo vale dos vitoriosos serei eu, merecedor!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sou guerreiro incansável, sempre lutei contra as improbabilidades&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil se tornar um vencedor, mais fácil é ser um sobrevivente.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A agonia se confronta com o excesso de vontade, mas realidade é tão cruel!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não poupa ninguém, é como a verdade, existe mas nem todos a querem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor seria desistir de tudo, se render ao sistema&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vegetar somente, perder a própria identidade lançar-se ao abismo profundo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas isso não é certo então fazer o quê se não mandar os fantasmas embora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buscar caminhos melhores, ajudar as pessoas e pedir a Deus por dia melhores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra que ele reconheça minha luta, minha causa, minha verdadeira intenção!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim sou um guerreiro solitário, que não se cansa de lutar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não aceito jamais, a derrota, dias melhores eu ei de alcaçar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois o verdadeiro guerreiro, combate o bom combate sempre, isso é o que o torna diferente dos demais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guerreiro do bom combate é o que sou!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/9202392711592979743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/9202392711592979743?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/9202392711592979743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/9202392711592979743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2009/01/ando-por-caminhos-to-confusos-e.html' title='&quot;Guerreiro do bom combate&quot; &quot;por Poeta&quot;'/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEhesbERRImPu0pYw1VWKepEZEU3oOqILhc0YLbRAnTryVDAuyhHSjXXuQstZS7wpB5TztoPuyg8LfiJxWzFC9W6uzubLrZXqWC7SsMVcE-LvRriCuvYesuj3TTpJty4ZC9Hs6twpTP8S158/s72-c/Guerreiro.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-1759114177121964029</id><published>2008-12-25T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T19:31:24.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Resumidamente, sou conhecido de várias formas, cada qual com um aspecto peculiar. É um fardo e ao mesmo tempo um par de asas ser quem vive na fantasia, ser&lt;br /&gt;
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Sabe aquele tipo de escolha que parece ser a mais impossível? Eu a faço.&lt;br /&gt;
Por ser honesto e sincero desisti de investir num relacionamento que tanto esperei que acontecesse.&lt;br /&gt;
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A culpa? Minha e do mundo, minha pois não me adequo, e do mundo pois ele não se adequa a mim.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tudo o que eu desejo é me sentir com paz, tanto espiritual quanto pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;
Sei o que é o amor, mas não da forma pífia que a maioria pensa que sabe.&lt;br /&gt;
Ter dons que me capacitam a ser o que eu quiser da forma que eu quiser, e escolher uma vida pacata, diurna, simples e caseira.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tenho muito o que aprender, e muita experiência a sentir. Se fosse possível me comparar a terceiros, eu deixo de viver a tal &quot;curtição&quot; agora, para viver muito mais daqui para a frente. Parece até que estou cometendo um erro e até me vejo em dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas... o que eu ganho sendo como todo mundo?Me responde.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quero fazer do mundo meu abrigo, quero retribuir o que me fizeram de bom, aprender com meus erros e os dos outros ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quero andar pelas pessoas me sentindo como uma delas mas com a consciência de quem sou e de que estou aqui para algum motivo muito forte...&lt;br /&gt;
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Se alguém aparecer para compartilhar desse DOM que seja da forma certa do jeito que eu desejar, pois destino quem faz é a gente, é tudo questão de acreditar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/1759114177121964029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/1759114177121964029?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/1759114177121964029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/1759114177121964029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-pessoas-me-chamam-por-vrios-nomes.html' title=''/><author><name>Wilson Domeneghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229876715168924010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHbxqbe100-O-iSgTSXRXMNzYon1qEhMFZ-rC9ShRQIN2rzrVo3_n6_m3VLAl7G59RZ8bv7nbgLratX18ucC1zy2l2qz6f-jO-kWm4Q7PuEEklXK1Vb26aCx2_s4fIE9E/s220/13096209_10153449661846781_3030507486431829127_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpuZZycmiZeNimvqImxqqm6hDx8LudY1FzJW4HTJu8nPiP7CO5II1-Qh8nVt1JaelACcwcUBb31wpLIEc3mP7HcNtSrAjVj5tTyeeOO57eFP_tnwBkhsWjG6w_2iMtWFjdUOTSKiHEjU/s72-c/clark-kent.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-69033592306924100</id><published>2008-12-23T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T16:56:21.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Olho pela janela, o trem passa pelo túnel, vejo uma face distorcida do que eu fui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Meu nome é Wilson Domeneghetti mas esse não é meu verdadeiro nome.Assim sou numa cidade de vidro: paranóico numa casca racional, perdido com um mapa em mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Concentro em alguns momentos do dia uma vontade imensa de gritar, só que minha covardia impede que esse sentimento exploda.Como gritar em silêncio não é possível, um fragmento meu mantém aquela vibraçao de mal estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Tenho 21 anos, mas parece que minha alma viajou por todos os tempos, por todas as memórias e nessa fração de tempo que parece ser a minha vida, desistiu de continuar, perdeu o prazer de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que há, só sei que me sinto só, me sinto velho, me sinto fraco, mesmo não parecendo ou expondo isso.Para muitos sou um exemplo, uma esperança, uma força aliada, um amigo, mas depois de tanta ingenuidade minha, nunca fui um amor pleno, talvez somente num passado distante por 7000km e 4 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria a resposta a essa dúvida, pois o tempo passando está, e continuo envelhecendo além do normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tira-me essa dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/4617144141245940032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/4617144141245940032?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/4617144141245940032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/4617144141245940032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2008/11/casca-nova-esprito-velho.html' title='Casca nova, espírito velho.'/><author><name>Wilson Domeneghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229876715168924010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHbxqbe100-O-iSgTSXRXMNzYon1qEhMFZ-rC9ShRQIN2rzrVo3_n6_m3VLAl7G59RZ8bv7nbgLratX18ucC1zy2l2qz6f-jO-kWm4Q7PuEEklXK1Vb26aCx2_s4fIE9E/s220/13096209_10153449661846781_3030507486431829127_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitE0lE2NgW7exyZLue1VrHgWmDKSjuZNtbiUfhX0FssymdVbrSCeVfY18R9zI8LqPSfNzH3JD_0lP-lTMhC9mlJM8ogt987vQi11XZUf83w4ZKv9pppAsTDd7WkpxsjCWOdURn4ouNJPw/s72-c/168984309_bfcfd7d5c6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-2873782205770811687</id><published>2008-11-13T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T19:39:12.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Saudades de ti meu amigo&quot; por Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;E quanando olhei em teus olhos não tive duvidas, logo te reconheci, apesar da aparencia de cansado, do rosto sofrido, o sorriso era exatamente o mesmo de quando eramos criança a emoção nos tomou por um breve momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Mas como homem não chora disfarçamos, falamos de familia, filhos e esposas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Recordamos a infância, e rimos muito, sai tão feliz aquele dia, que a felicidade mal cabia dentro do peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Um abraço de amigo tão verdadeiro, e tão derradeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Se eu soubesse que seria o ultimo, não teria contido minhas lagrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Tinha deixado o machismo de lado e teria te abraçado mais meu amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Estivemos tão perto e tão longe todos esse anos e nem tivemos tempo para ser amigos como antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Éh!! E você se foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Na velocidade da luz, na cauda de um Cometa&quot; como dizia a letra do samba que você tanto gostava de ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Mas você se foi como um guerreiro incansavel, que lutou até o último momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Você meu amigo me admirava, hoje quem te admira sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Pôde me dizer isso olhando nos olhos e eu não, sofro por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Você sempre teve uma bondade tão grande, um coraçao do tamanho de um elefante vermelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Com certeza teu nome não podia ser outro &quot;Miguel&quot; nome de anjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;E como você travou o bom combate com destreza admiravel,  acredito que entre eles você esta nesse momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Olhando por sua familia, por sua esposa, seu filho e por seus amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Acredito que Deus deve ficar radiante quando ve o teu sorriso maroto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Eu só posso agradecer ao meu bom Deus por ter conhecido e ter sido amigo de uma pessoa tão generosa e maravilhosa como você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Tenho você em meu coração meu amigo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;Texto dedicado ao meu amigo  Miguel Limieri&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje se encontra entre anjos&lt;br /&gt;Saudades meu amigo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/2873782205770811687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/2873782205770811687?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/2873782205770811687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/2873782205770811687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2008/11/saudades-de-um-amigo-por-poeta.html' title='&quot;Saudades de ti meu amigo&quot; por Poeta'/><author><name>Poeta Brasil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06592473223399000295</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/AVvXsEjEIjxBXr-HrCCQv97K_Esh06kI-gPwy2SADzoodj1gkjLoVZt-TGa0gJ1q0sjzk237R7jDJZIstmN74oEOhswogqmwG-0FDHC0aqqfOAJkZGg6o46xkiq-vXR3a8gcNCdVZz-MomIR6ecm/s72-c/ATYAAADwDJEn_5BozEAccIq2v6SH59JcY3VB4xDiJmKX-mIC0ge2jktJkeQJrNLppv2HqDG7X3EAqArYOddYw9Ts-U2iAJtU9VA9xvM-qxW62rzRJ3YGVPUbpyH5Bg.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012874891703232641.post-4717047184496242347</id><published>2008-11-12T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T19:40:08.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3333ff; font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Desculpem-me a ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que ando  doente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doente de ideias, minha mente se encontra anestesiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adormecida em um canto qualquer &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto admitir, mas ando muito triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza para os poetas tambem existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E `as vezes por muito tempo insiste em ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pior que dessa tristeza não consigo fazer poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Ela me doi muito, me amarga a garganta a tal ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Que me doi a alma, só me deixando angústias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso tenho andado em siêncio pelo vale das sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que existe dentro de minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas a todos por não mais levar a vocês,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão belos pensamentos, peço desculpas do fundo de minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo doente ainda se encontra humilde e generosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu chegar no limite de tudo que me consome eu prometo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer como a Fenix, renascer das cinzas e voltar a voar pelo vale da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Abraço a todos vocês meus amigos, cuidem bem de voces pra mim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Carlos A. Passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Eu sempre me pergunto, mas nem de mim vem a resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Tentei, quis, experimentei, me surpreendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo as reciprocas nao eram mútuas, ou partiam de um lado ou de outro, mas nunca dos dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;eu te quis mh-9867... mas você nunca me mostrou se valia a pena faze-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;você nunca me disse, que teu coração é de outro, que pareço com ele em parte, mas nao fervo teu sangue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Eu te quis ap42, mas minha pessoa não fazia parte de seus planos, mesmo que eu mudasse minha vida de diurna para noturna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Você foi a unica que me quis lectergirl, mas a lei de murphy e uma cegueira egoistica nao me permitiram te ver e minha covardia nao me permite tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Agora me vejo tentando querer,mas com os ensinamentos relatados nas experiências acima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;hiper-racionalismo e metas de vida me seguram, me prendem a uma existencia estranha e ironicamente só, pois quanto mais eu tento, menos vejo tentarem. quanto mais procuro,mais se escondem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Um ariano gosta do jogo do amor, mas chega um ponto que ou vai ou nao vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;O sangue imediatista nao suporta burocracia, eu queria poder escolher, mas sei que não posso, mas também não quero que escolham por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Por isso permaneço como estou, até que alguém me balançe a ponto de mostrar que vale a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;dar esse passo a frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/feeds/8162155454365345553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1012874891703232641/8162155454365345553?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/8162155454365345553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012874891703232641/posts/default/8162155454365345553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetabrasil.blogspot.com/2008/09/s-no-escuro-de-olhos-bem-fechados.html' title='Só no escuro de olhos bem fechados'/><author><name>Wilson Domeneghetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229876715168924010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHbxqbe100-O-iSgTSXRXMNzYon1qEhMFZ-rC9ShRQIN2rzrVo3_n6_m3VLAl7G59RZ8bv7nbgLratX18ucC1zy2l2qz6f-jO-kWm4Q7PuEEklXK1Vb26aCx2_s4fIE9E/s220/13096209_10153449661846781_3030507486431829127_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>