<?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-7585612143135050731</id><updated>2026-06-09T03:39:34.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suka</title><subtitle type='html'>Na minha brincadeira de dizer verdades,vão ler, ouvir, entender  verdades que teimo em dizer brincando,&#xa;falerei muitas vezes como uma palhaça,&#xa;mas podem ter certeza que jamais duvidarei da sinceridade da platéia que vai está sorrindo!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-7204607521096452601</id><published>2013-04-29T04:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-07-26T04:12:19.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Jardineiro e Aquela Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;E o jardineiro que daquela flor cuidava, usava luvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;só para não ferir nenhuma das pétalas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;E a flor que feliz ficava, sonhava com uvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;o jardineiro adivinhava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Havia afeto, carinho e amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;sonhavam e viviam num mundo sem dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Tornou-se tristeza, palavras, rancor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;a flor suspeitou que o amor acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suellen Raiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Preciso de uma dose, apenas uma dose, será que é muito?&lt;br /&gt;
Uma dose de afeto gratuito, uma dose de olhares de amparo, uma dose de abraços, uma dose de apertos reais, uma dose de pontes de beijos, uma dose e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTq1VRFZZOHInbJN0uukbj28LdO_86yTuL_dC9gv8aPu4wmGvpd&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; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTq1VRFZZOHInbJN0uukbj28LdO_86yTuL_dC9gv8aPu4wmGvpd&quot; width=&quot;311&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Está complicado demais entender se sou eu ou se é o que me envolve o pecador &lt;br /&gt;
Observei um olhar de desprezo e um silêncio sufocador, será que não sente dor?&lt;br /&gt;
O mandei para longe, perto de tão, tão distante. Não me escutou&lt;br /&gt;
Taquei objetos, de todos os tipos, só faltou o acertar com o liqüidificador&lt;br /&gt;
Ando sozinha, muitas vezes quando estou ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;
Sonho despertada com uma realidade sem espaço&lt;br /&gt;
Temo o próximo segundo e me esqueço do exato&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez me falte a mão, um abraço, o asfalto&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No meu sonho, sou o poder&lt;br /&gt;
Sou teu amor e tenho você&lt;br /&gt;
Anteontem, era sua linda&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje sou nada, nada ainda&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Espero ansiosa conciliando os meus soluços com minhas orações&lt;br /&gt;
O medo que não volte, aflora as dramatizações&lt;br /&gt;
Falo a mesma língua, estou no mesmo bairro, estou no seu quarto&lt;br /&gt;
Fujo de mandingas, mas faço mil pedidos a Deus pelo teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se voltasse eu diria sim&lt;br /&gt;
Mas que demora, ai de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Acho que não pedi nada demais&lt;br /&gt;
Só pedi mais uma dose da sua doçura, rapaz.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Vontade, amiga do que se tem.&lt;br /&gt;
Confiança, aliada do espelho.&lt;br /&gt;
Ter, amigo da vontade.&lt;br /&gt;
Medo, parceiro da saudade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Confusão total aqui!&lt;br /&gt;
Muita bagunça, muitas palavras, para poucas linhas. Muitos aplausos para pouco mérito. Muitas lágrimas para pouco coração.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seria mesmo loucura não se ver diante do espelho? Acho que não, afinal, a confiança explica isso.&lt;br /&gt;Confia-se, acredita, ama, cuida, enxerga, para de enxergar, se culpa, o culpa, a culpa, me culpa, logo, ela muda, se ausenta, se não se vê. Espelho, a certeza de se encontrar diante do mesmo é incontestável, até que se depare e não se enxergue, logo, SURPRESA.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
espelho x confiança&lt;br /&gt;
certeza x incerteza&lt;br /&gt;
vontade x querer&lt;br /&gt;
ter x impor&lt;br /&gt;
obsessão x amor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Triste mesmo é sentir saudade de algo que se encontra agonizando e deveria está vivo!&lt;br /&gt;
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Menino que chegou num flahs me encantando&lt;br /&gt;
Me chamou de morena me ganhando&lt;br /&gt;
Me chamou de chata implicando&lt;br /&gt;
Me chegou com pressa e marcando&lt;br /&gt;
Me falou de amor com os olhos brilhando&lt;br /&gt;
Me beijou sorrindo, me entregou um canto&lt;br /&gt;
Me deixou o ver se apaixonando&lt;br /&gt;
Menino do sorriso lindo que me amou falando&lt;br /&gt;
Eu senti sorrindo, recebi sonhando&lt;br /&gt;
É parte de mim, é todos os meus planos&lt;br /&gt;
O entreguei sorrisos de um coração amando!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;
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As línguas se soltaram totalmente&lt;br /&gt;Pena é que as de bem estão se prendendo&lt;br /&gt;Falam sem estudar a mente&lt;br /&gt;Dos bons modos vão se esquecendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem o que há com essas bocas malditas&lt;br /&gt;Jogam no vento a mais pura deselegância contida&lt;br /&gt;Pensei se faltara o amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas acho que o que perderam mesmo foi o temor&lt;br /&gt;Temor à justiça, temor ao desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Estão agindo como se a última gota de caráter tivesse morrido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas línguas soltas estão dançando&lt;br /&gt;E se o alvo é fraco, elas vão matando&lt;br /&gt;Essas línguas mortas, línguas zumbis&lt;br /&gt;Só sabem espalhar o mal, nisso são viris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suellen Raiana&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O que significa paz, sossego, ausência de pecado moldado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E quando observar outros guerreiros, vai valorizar a sua luta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Pois tudo vira enchente quando quem molha é nossa chuva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia perdendo os olhos, enxergará com mais nobreza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Ficando pobre, vai fazer habitar a realeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Perdendo a voz, vai aprender a conversar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E sem audição, vai implorar por escutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mdemulher.abril.com.br/imagem/saude/interna-slideshow/mulher-meditando-7811.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;161&quot; kda=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://mdemulher.abril.com.br/imagem/saude/interna-slideshow/mulher-meditando-7811.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Quem sabe ainda não seja tão tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tão perto, tão forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Quem sabe ainda não seja só começo ou só morte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Quem sabe não teve sorte?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Logo mais é muito longe, parar não vai resolver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Logo mais é muito cedo, quando o assunto não é viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Logo mais é logo ali, diante de uma mundial disritmia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Logo mais pode ser “logo” pra alcançar a calmaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Suellen Raiana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Sorriso se mostra quando chega perto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando pergunta, se mostra esperto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chega quando o corpo escuta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando a alma salta e o olho murcha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se mostra quando abre a boca,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando fica de boca fechada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se mostra quando fala muito,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;também quando fala nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorriso este, submisso meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;motivo teu, se abriga em mim, mas é todo seu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorriso assim, infantilizado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já até foi implorado, poucas vezes mascarado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorriso forte de menina,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se abre e fascina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando encontra o seu amado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suellen Raiana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu me agarro a tudo que lembra você 

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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;O teu cheiro acalma e amansa, isso é maior que o prazer, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;E pro meu ninho eu sempre volto depois de te encontrar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;É onde me sinto mais
segura depois de te abraçar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Meus olhos ás vezes
gritam e sangram&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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os que com ele se zangam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Cada parte minha fala,
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Cada silêncio meu é um
grito &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;E m&lt;/span&gt;inha boca calada
acompanhada de um espontâneo riso, sem falar nada, diz te amar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;&quot;&gt;Suellen Raiana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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E quando entrou na minha vida,&amp;nbsp;trouxe também&amp;nbsp;as borboletas!&lt;br /&gt;
Estranho sentir que algo se movendo em seu estômago, depois&amp;nbsp;indo pro pulmão e respirando teu ar, te deixando na falta do mesmo. É estranho, mas eu gosto. &lt;/div&gt;
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As cócegas acontecem de dentro para fora. &lt;/div&gt;
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A questão é simples, mas as sensação, nossa, essa é quase que inexplicável!&lt;/div&gt;
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Esse&amp;nbsp;conjunto de borboletas,&amp;nbsp;é a mistura&amp;nbsp;de alegria, emoção, surpresa, ansiedade, vontade e ai...&amp;nbsp;É&amp;nbsp;tanta coisa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Não sei explicar o que se passa, não sei falar, só estou conseguindo sentir e sentir isso é muito bom. &lt;/div&gt;
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Meu medo, é que as borboletas, voam, voam longe, mas o problema é:&lt;br /&gt;
_Será que voltarão?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Eis que me vem na memória aquelas frases típicas de livro de autoajuda &quot;Cuide do seu jardim... deixe as borboletas livres, se forem suas mesmo, elas voltam na hora certa...&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Suas asas batem rápido demais, mas isso é lindo. &lt;/div&gt;
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É lindo o sorriso te dizer: &lt;br /&gt;
_Obrigada por me libertar!&lt;br /&gt;
Em prol disso, de sorrir de graça, enquanto estiverem me habitando, continuarei sorrindo e espero que&amp;nbsp;não me deixem, não me deixem nunca, só ser for necessário. Meu jardim está limpo e forrado de amor, carinho, atenção, sentimentos bons e verdadeiros sorrisos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/79757537478511535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/04/as-borboletas-que-ele-me-deu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/79757537478511535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/79757537478511535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/04/as-borboletas-que-ele-me-deu.html' title='As Borboletas que ele me deu!'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhI88J6Vcu7OvQK40r_o19Tpfd7tbeYIgNP8iQtz0Zdevjps1HHmJYm4FI_wlYdIT7svVtoPn8BTL-jyHCO99m_tiZjX4zXFYoV4pXAJxxQHtIedL6agricKhN9FprF0x2kxWgh97hLK4/s72-c/borboleta20e20a20menina12%5B1%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-2491010580087395332</id><published>2012-04-24T04:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-24T12:19:47.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU ME JOGO MESMO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Que mal tem em não ser covarde?&lt;br /&gt;
Não tenho medo nem do fogo&lt;br /&gt;
Que mesmo depois de queimar arde&lt;br /&gt;
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Não tenho medo de expor melodias&lt;br /&gt;
de me expor todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;
O que me amedronta é o tédio, agonia&lt;br /&gt;
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Não tenho medo de matar e muito menos de morrer&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho pena de quem morre de medo disso&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho um pouco de ansiedade com o envelhecer&lt;br /&gt;
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Que mal&amp;nbsp;há em&amp;nbsp;correr ás vezes?&lt;br /&gt;
Será que é pecado, ficar parado?&lt;br /&gt;
Eu ando, ás vezes rastejo&lt;br /&gt;
Mas ás vezes eu também paro e mais nada vejo&lt;br /&gt;
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Não tenho medo de&amp;nbsp; não ligar&lt;br /&gt;
Não tenho medo de não atender&lt;br /&gt;
Ás vezes isso é cruel, parece gelo&lt;br /&gt;
Só que por dentro, há chamas, então me fervo&lt;br /&gt;
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Será que é mais fácil apontar?&lt;br /&gt;
E se apontar? E se calar? E gritar?&lt;br /&gt;
Depois dessa só um chá.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje tudo grita, nunca socializei tanto&lt;br /&gt;
Sem precisar sair&lt;br /&gt;
Agora, estou sem correntes e subindo a montanha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigfLRV-XEfQ-Te5ic6SKAyB0Bg8teJE9I4qWyRyOYcZXOhyphenhyphen15AiqeIDt5Nzb3rUa8sgEEVJZ401iLXOIulCM08jFN40-0d_YaogORPbocBrVB0FeHcOXxviI79JF6bM6pWlROv1UAKoG8/s1600/caiu_thumb%5B5%5D.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; height=&quot;207&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigfLRV-XEfQ-Te5ic6SKAyB0Bg8teJE9I4qWyRyOYcZXOhyphenhyphen15AiqeIDt5Nzb3rUa8sgEEVJZ401iLXOIulCM08jFN40-0d_YaogORPbocBrVB0FeHcOXxviI79JF6bM6pWlROv1UAKoG8/s320/caiu_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E antes que o tempo voe, eu não tenho medo de altura&lt;br /&gt;
Pensar em cair me deixa nervosa&lt;br /&gt;
Mas sou ótima em me jogar, eu vou com tudo e muita prosa!&lt;br /&gt;
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Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2491010580087395332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/04/eu-me-jogo-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/2491010580087395332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/2491010580087395332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/04/eu-me-jogo-mesmo.html' title='EU ME JOGO MESMO!'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigfLRV-XEfQ-Te5ic6SKAyB0Bg8teJE9I4qWyRyOYcZXOhyphenhyphen15AiqeIDt5Nzb3rUa8sgEEVJZ401iLXOIulCM08jFN40-0d_YaogORPbocBrVB0FeHcOXxviI79JF6bM6pWlROv1UAKoG8/s72-c/caiu_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-2206320458450030479</id><published>2012-04-23T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-23T19:05:30.107-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou de Coração Aberto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Estou serena, estou amando&lt;br /&gt;
Agora estou pronta, pode me encontra&lt;br /&gt;
demorei, mas já comecei a me amar&lt;br /&gt;
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Veja bem,&amp;nbsp;guarde seu ouro,&amp;nbsp;me mostre o&amp;nbsp;sorriso&lt;br /&gt;
Se considero alguma coisa importante,&lt;br /&gt;
pode ter certeza, é isso&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvR35j7wy5NJUhLGDtv7DtdArcFX0PFGCuVj3C401ScAf0jVwUBpEUE4kZzuSwVD9FefL-R7heLDmVF-4ki7A2EmVSa70ChJvTiP742x-hXhmBScsU5mLVhrG9e-7GWDOt3hHGgWo-Yvw/s1600/nuvem_coracao.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; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvR35j7wy5NJUhLGDtv7DtdArcFX0PFGCuVj3C401ScAf0jVwUBpEUE4kZzuSwVD9FefL-R7heLDmVF-4ki7A2EmVSa70ChJvTiP742x-hXhmBScsU5mLVhrG9e-7GWDOt3hHGgWo-Yvw/s320/nuvem_coracao.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poderíamos dar um volta, tomar um sorvete&lt;br /&gt;
Contar umas piadas, curtir um blues&lt;br /&gt;
e até tentar um flerte&lt;br /&gt;
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Estou tranquila, tirei as vendas&lt;br /&gt;
calei besteiras, cantei um trecho &lt;br /&gt;
de uma música, de uma prenda&lt;br /&gt;
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Quero amor, paixão, calor&lt;br /&gt;
Estou disposta, com coragem&lt;br /&gt;
Quero tocar, estou dispensando miragens&lt;br /&gt;
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Preciso enlouquecer, pirar no domingão&lt;br /&gt;
e quando atravessar a rua&lt;br /&gt;
quero alguém que segure firme a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;
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Não estou carente, estou amando a vida, estou sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;
Não estou pedindo nada, estou vivendo, serenamente e aberta&amp;nbsp; ao amor, seguindo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2206320458450030479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/04/estou-de-coracao-aberto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/2206320458450030479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/2206320458450030479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/04/estou-de-coracao-aberto.html' title='Estou de Coração Aberto'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvR35j7wy5NJUhLGDtv7DtdArcFX0PFGCuVj3C401ScAf0jVwUBpEUE4kZzuSwVD9FefL-R7heLDmVF-4ki7A2EmVSa70ChJvTiP742x-hXhmBScsU5mLVhrG9e-7GWDOt3hHGgWo-Yvw/s72-c/nuvem_coracao.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-4654738259584871603</id><published>2012-02-14T19:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T14:40:27.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Problema Está Na Marca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Joana foi fazer um bolo de caixinha da marca &quot;Sou digdin&quot;. Fez com 3 ovos e duas colheres de sopa de manteiga, da marca &quot;Sou digdão&quot;. Deu merda!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Joana foi tentar, depois de dois meses, fazer o mesmo bolo, só que usando a &quot;inteligência&quot; decidiu mudar a marca da manteiga. Deu merda!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Pela terceira vez Joana tentou e dessa vez usou apenas dois ovos. Deu merda, novamente!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Conclusão, Joana poderia mandar até a Ana Maria Braga preparar o bendito do bolo, mas até assim, daria merda, pois os problemas não estava nos ingredientes e nem em quem os selecionava e sim, na marca!&lt;br /&gt;
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Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4654738259584871603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-problema-esta-na-marca.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/4654738259584871603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/4654738259584871603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-problema-esta-na-marca.html' title='O Problema Está Na Marca!'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpPnYa0_pFT1z1gRugw3yMmeiTl0Ti6I5ZCGy-pEi6dV3PmHe2iIsJIQBrKnIfynlCg0CBKtzFVd1bBztSZirEIlRXJlVUNcSGmqnEZF-MFgb5e2CkJRllLS542pUKUdYNBIKyzLu1h8/s72-c/bolo-falho.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-6801122175272590355</id><published>2012-02-10T00:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:09:39.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor da Pele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Ai, eu confesso, preciso de ajuda urgentemente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtYPd-c3ZBAoiW-RjuW0NsLlzt6Sjaqh5aLjxYnsaK9_Q3m5hr1dpQUiC-YwW24KxcuqeXbrVfLgJH0WeK2TB65BVJes1jUyE2Ei6xtIZw15eJ4VpIiMYfxfrkgLEt1eKaEj73WRwqG8/s1600/mulher-gritando-image.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtYPd-c3ZBAoiW-RjuW0NsLlzt6Sjaqh5aLjxYnsaK9_Q3m5hr1dpQUiC-YwW24KxcuqeXbrVfLgJH0WeK2TB65BVJes1jUyE2Ei6xtIZw15eJ4VpIiMYfxfrkgLEt1eKaEj73WRwqG8/s1600/mulher-gritando-image.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Me diga por favor o que se faz quando a dor é maior que a gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E quando eu penso que passou, que me livrei, elas caem lentamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Nada significa, nada me responde, ninguém e eu me calo de repente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Queria pensar nas flores, e penso, sorrio, mas logo na cabeça me vêm os espinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Puts, para onde eu sigo? Quero parar, mas parar e &quot;parar&quot; me leva para um outro caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Estou envergonhada, afinal, pior que um furacão está sendo encontrar um motivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Nunca precisei deste para sorrir, hoje cedo eu sorri, Já xinguei e liguei para algo que geralmente não ligo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Quero, correr. Eu corro, ando, rastejo em direção a paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mas me dói o medo de não conseguir, sem motivo, sorrir nunca mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&quot;Ando tão a Flor da Pele, que qualquer beijo de novela me faz chorar...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6801122175272590355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/02/flor-da-pele.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/6801122175272590355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/6801122175272590355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/02/flor-da-pele.html' title='Flor da Pele'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtYPd-c3ZBAoiW-RjuW0NsLlzt6Sjaqh5aLjxYnsaK9_Q3m5hr1dpQUiC-YwW24KxcuqeXbrVfLgJH0WeK2TB65BVJes1jUyE2Ei6xtIZw15eJ4VpIiMYfxfrkgLEt1eKaEj73WRwqG8/s72-c/mulher-gritando-image.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-4030994259151359200</id><published>2012-02-09T04:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:14:30.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferida Oculta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sorriso contido, menos com a águia que gravei em meus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;lembro de tantas coisas, mas me forcei a me manter de pé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Penso em tantas coisas, mas a dor me faz dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;dói forte, profundo, o triste é que isso ás vezes me faz sorrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Saudades, a direção é aquela, mas sem vê-lo voar complica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Nossa, serviu de estimulante e agora me vejo perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;perdoa minha ingenuidade forçada, mas as vezes é melhor fingir que estou curada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;talvez ligar fosse mais fácil, mas também me limitei a esperar &quot;topar&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tô confusa, não queria isso, não esperava nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;mas não posso deixar de lembrar, escuto sua voz no mp3 ou quando caminho na madrugada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Olho pra lua cheia e só lembro das risadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Não sei mais o que fazer, talvez até seria mais fácil fingir esquecer e tentar acreditar em minha própria mentira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;mas não consigo negar que meus olhos ainda brilham, só que agora tá machucando e não sofri nenhum arranhão, a ferida maior é escondida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8MIhrYPKDUOm_8OZiB2ve1g6aFi_S1iHZZRhX5PKF_clAl_8JBrP6UgK4rcyOKyrNL2rOl_FkpQ-3SSH9ElUkGvTe1YhX1NuxNPsux4_rx9jJuaqIVm3beaoXuH5AfbfrPEqT9NON3E/s1600/tumblr_lj7arqVlV11qho75xo1_500.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;253&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8MIhrYPKDUOm_8OZiB2ve1g6aFi_S1iHZZRhX5PKF_clAl_8JBrP6UgK4rcyOKyrNL2rOl_FkpQ-3SSH9ElUkGvTe1YhX1NuxNPsux4_rx9jJuaqIVm3beaoXuH5AfbfrPEqT9NON3E/s320/tumblr_lj7arqVlV11qho75xo1_500.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Certas coisas, precisam ser vividas, mas apesar da dor, meu peito sangra mas pra você eu ainda sorrio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Me acostumei a me manter de pé na tempestade, mas preciso me jogar, eu quero alívio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Fugir, seria covardia, talvez até mesmo, me mataria, mas não tem problema, amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Quando fugir dos meus pensamentos, estarei curada, totalmente curada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mas enquanto permanece, eu só sinto, eu só sangro, eu rio disso, eu vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4030994259151359200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/02/sorriso-contido-menos-com-aguia-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/4030994259151359200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/4030994259151359200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/02/sorriso-contido-menos-com-aguia-que.html' title='Ferida Oculta'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8MIhrYPKDUOm_8OZiB2ve1g6aFi_S1iHZZRhX5PKF_clAl_8JBrP6UgK4rcyOKyrNL2rOl_FkpQ-3SSH9ElUkGvTe1YhX1NuxNPsux4_rx9jJuaqIVm3beaoXuH5AfbfrPEqT9NON3E/s72-c/tumblr_lj7arqVlV11qho75xo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-4076584700483312669</id><published>2012-02-09T03:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T03:35:47.991-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dispenso a Perfeição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Não procuro a perfeição. Pra ser exata, não procuro nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Não quero, nem espero e nem preciso de um amor perfeito, este não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Se fosse para procurar algo, procuraria aquele amor que se importaria com pequenas grandes coisas, como por exemplo, o jeito que gosto de me vestir quando vou dançar, ou o meu sorvete preferido, ou o jeito que gosto de preparar meu açaí, decifrar meus suspiros, sorrisos, pequenos gestos, o amor perfeito não precisa ser perfeito, nem me ver perfeita, mas sim me ver a razão para todos os teus sorrisos matinais, me ver como a vontade de viver, apenas para ter por perto, repito, o amor perfeito não precisa ser perfeito, se importar em me manter no canto da calçada, seria lindo, se perguntar o por que precisa me ligar todo santo dia apenas para escutar minha voz seria interessante, prestar atenção naquela canção que eu cantarei do nada, que apesar de repentina teria muitos significados importantes, também seria magnífico.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O amor perfeito não precisa ser o rei da perfeição, eu gostaria de vê-lo gaguejar quando ficasse nervoso, ou então de ver o teu cabelo todo desgrenhado ao acordar, o amor perfeito, ficaria comigo até eu pegar no sono, ou, nada, nada disso, simplesmente me faria sentir que não preciso de mais ninguém pois meu coração partido ao meio já reencontrou sua outra metade perdida no mundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A perfeição, é isso. A perfeição que procuram é mito, eu a dispenso, afinal, perfeito é você acordar sorrindo apenas pelo fato de saber que o amor perfeito é imperfeito e cheio de falhas e defeitos mas mesmo assim, você não precisa de mais nada, ele é a razão da sua felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Os anos vão passando, vai sumindo, vai voltando e os meus olhos permanecem fixos, na imagem mais mais &amp;nbsp;linda que meu coração gravou em meu cérebro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Não sinto necessidade de oficializar nada, afinal, o que seria mais firme que a &quot;certeza&quot; de que ele vai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Há amizade, há carinho, há amor e há vontade de &quot;analisar&quot; o &quot;se&quot;, o &quot;amanhã&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Basta o que se sente hoje, o amanhã a gente combinou não combinar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Há saudade e alegria, mas o povo teima em analisar o que pra eles &quot;realmente há&quot;. Enfim, não sei o que é, mas me faz feliz e isso é o que HÁ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Suellen Raiana &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2377518362728762596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-sei-definir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/2377518362728762596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/2377518362728762596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-sei-definir.html' title='Não Sei Definir'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenXHv70dIPUyQgbNy0CvJJd6klAjXaCoOvK7sDwz0NOFE2d105nNpyB5emsvwI8B65A7ZpC2YpOESOrPUS6_DQASwmmQohtCpaRgkSGX-z7gOP5evj_13Psq-vR8qHuftsXgzsIkacB4/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-1923738384527715196</id><published>2012-01-26T23:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2013-02-05T02:02:46.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe Qual é o Problema?</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;background-color: white; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;E sabe qual
é o problema? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;O problema
é que a verdade me ganha e a mentira é o que há. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;O problema
é que só querem colher, ninguém quer plantar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;O problema
é que a vida passa rápido demais pra você viver esperando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;O problema
é que ninguém faz nada, ficam todos pensando, sonhando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Solucionarei doando silêncio. Vou observar. Meu Sangue é raro e nesse mundo frio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;só faz ferver, como minha alma, se põe&amp;nbsp;a gritar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Suellen
Raiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1923738384527715196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/01/sabe-qual-e-o-problema.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/1923738384527715196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/1923738384527715196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/01/sabe-qual-e-o-problema.html' title='Sabe Qual é o Problema?'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-3550575851967439235</id><published>2012-01-23T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T02:44:32.301-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou Vivendo</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/AVvXsEinXM0HBWDGPwfZofXOMaIA_f7Jg60hhxIYELQTrVInckrXzCGa02qQia189tj7diVuKEAOFY91cZCgBgvR3Z8a6jkU0IAvLNHSTzcvXu8xucqb0v2yU6ooxtWfcZaRZoDqWbCJ62POgUM/s1600/Olhando_pela_janela.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; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXM0HBWDGPwfZofXOMaIA_f7Jg60hhxIYELQTrVInckrXzCGa02qQia189tj7diVuKEAOFY91cZCgBgvR3Z8a6jkU0IAvLNHSTzcvXu8xucqb0v2yU6ooxtWfcZaRZoDqWbCJ62POgUM/s320/Olhando_pela_janela.jpg&quot; width=&quot;305&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje, e quase sempre quando volto&lt;br /&gt;
O excesso de silêncio só faz me enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;
O que seria de mim se não fosse a &lt;i&gt;Lua?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Meu consolo é acreditar que sua luz, ninguém pode apagar antes do amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o susto que me leva a pensar, me mata&lt;br /&gt;
Estou indisposta, não posso ficar &lt;i&gt;morrendo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mas já que me acompanho e isso não tem quem faça&lt;br /&gt;
Admirando o resumido mundo pela janela, eu vou vivendo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3550575851967439235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/01/vou-vivendo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/3550575851967439235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/3550575851967439235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/01/vou-vivendo.html' title='Vou Vivendo'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXM0HBWDGPwfZofXOMaIA_f7Jg60hhxIYELQTrVInckrXzCGa02qQia189tj7diVuKEAOFY91cZCgBgvR3Z8a6jkU0IAvLNHSTzcvXu8xucqb0v2yU6ooxtWfcZaRZoDqWbCJ62POgUM/s72-c/Olhando_pela_janela.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-155283652502585100</id><published>2012-01-07T05:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T05:03:04.729-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Já era..</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;http://meme.zenfs.com/u/caebfabdc050f7c8827ba2425d772551371e12d2.jpeg&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;http://meme.zenfs.com/u/caebfabdc050f7c8827ba2425d772551371e12d2.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;260&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Me lancei, sem pensar, me desfiz do que era&lt;br /&gt;
Picotei, retoquei, estou com a alma mais bela&lt;br /&gt;
Cansei mesmo, assumo&lt;br /&gt;
E agora, até gente que me cansa eu resumo&lt;br /&gt;
Pensava, pensava, falava, fazia&lt;br /&gt;
Penso, faço, falo e talvez eu pense novamente quando raiar o dia&lt;br /&gt;
Não quero mais aquele perfume suave&lt;br /&gt;
Reatei com o meu adocicado quente&lt;br /&gt;
Sei de coisas que quase ninguém sabe&lt;br /&gt;
Já era, me livrei dos pendentes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/155283652502585100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/01/ja-era.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/155283652502585100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/155283652502585100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/01/ja-era.html' title='Já era..'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-3313338096139194826</id><published>2012-01-06T03:49:00.016-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T04:23:47.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pare de Atuar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Sem espaço na mente para contar&lt;br /&gt;
Meus passos se perderam na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;
Quando senti que iriam jorrar&lt;br /&gt;
Corri, fugi, mas antes, pedi mais uma dose no balcão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0aGK0MNnfaaeLEJQZ6s96hua2XiR4U1RLhFgSTvHHyCq8DT14Ho_MWnz5tcTr6onPcKhvLm00sJn0zAMDJdYs5LOXbvMon8Fyz7M_9RDMI_ME5Cc-KEcmX6kTgAxcnXDhz9WFMUZs9Ub/s1600/mascaras.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/AVvXsEjJ0aGK0MNnfaaeLEJQZ6s96hua2XiR4U1RLhFgSTvHHyCq8DT14Ho_MWnz5tcTr6onPcKhvLm00sJn0zAMDJdYs5LOXbvMon8Fyz7M_9RDMI_ME5Cc-KEcmX6kTgAxcnXDhz9WFMUZs9Ub/s1600/mascaras.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deus não me deu mansões&lt;br /&gt;
Me deu o dom de observar&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje me protejo dos &quot;caça-corações&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Que caçam para estraçalhar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Juro que pensei num bom motivo pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;
Mas é mais forte que eu, aprendi a lutar&lt;br /&gt;
Juro que por um momento só queria chorar&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o recipiente não era digno, deixei a mágoa me afogar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por favor, não entre no meu caminho se não pretende ficar&lt;br /&gt;
Não fala mansinho se quiser se libertar&lt;br /&gt;
Não percebe que não adianta encenar?&lt;br /&gt;
Filmei todas as outras peças, pare de atuar!&lt;br /&gt;
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Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3313338096139194826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/01/pare-de-atuar.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/3313338096139194826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/3313338096139194826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2012/01/pare-de-atuar.html' title='Pare de Atuar'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0aGK0MNnfaaeLEJQZ6s96hua2XiR4U1RLhFgSTvHHyCq8DT14Ho_MWnz5tcTr6onPcKhvLm00sJn0zAMDJdYs5LOXbvMon8Fyz7M_9RDMI_ME5Cc-KEcmX6kTgAxcnXDhz9WFMUZs9Ub/s72-c/mascaras.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-515726642655468084</id><published>2011-12-28T01:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T04:42:51.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só espero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Não me encha com essas perguntas tolas&lt;br /&gt;
sou menina, só menina, não menina à toa&lt;br /&gt;
Acha mesmo que pode me convencer que sou só&lt;br /&gt;
com seu coração vazio e sua mente um nó?&lt;br /&gt;
Não escolho por prepotência, ainda não me basto&lt;br /&gt;
Escolho porque necessito da minha metade verdadeira a luz do meu palco&lt;br /&gt;
Escolho porque não quero olhar pro lado e ver alguém&lt;br /&gt;
Quero olhar pro lado e sentir que não preciso de mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;
Não quero amores passageiros. Paixões eu tolero, amores assim, não.&lt;br /&gt;
Quero aquele amor que abra a porta, puxe a cadeira e me dê a mão&lt;br /&gt;
Não quero alguém que sirva como uma simples lição&lt;br /&gt;
Quero que me escute e quero declarações&lt;br /&gt;
Quero uma florzinha e quem sabe um bombom&lt;br /&gt;
Se não puder nada disso, serve um beijo e um abraço no coração&lt;br /&gt;
Quero amar por encanto, não por anúncio&lt;br /&gt;
Quero me cegar com a luz do olhos que me acertaram fundo&lt;br /&gt;
E se não for assim e for amor, vai ser lindo, acho que inovar eu também quero&lt;br /&gt;
Mas se não for o amor, o tal do amor, de um jeito ou de outro&lt;br /&gt;
também não me importo, só espero.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suellen Raiana&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/515726642655468084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-espero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/515726642655468084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/515726642655468084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-espero.html' title='Só espero...'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-6669289320357195033</id><published>2011-09-19T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:05:42.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixe a Alma no Foco</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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Não posso mais, e também não quero&lt;/div&gt;
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Deixar que os olhos notem &quot;o todo&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tirar a alma do foco, ou, da mira do olhar merecedor&lt;/div&gt;
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Deixando a vida tão &quot;igual&quot; e premeditável como passos de bolero&lt;/div&gt;
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Não estou parando, nem vou andar rápido ou devagar&lt;/div&gt;
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Seguirei na velocidade conveniente&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas eu não vou parar&lt;/div&gt;
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Correr parado nem é inteligente&lt;/div&gt;
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Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6669289320357195033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2011/09/deixe-alma-no-foco.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/6669289320357195033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/6669289320357195033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2011/09/deixe-alma-no-foco.html' title='Deixe a Alma no Foco'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-9179702141192382858</id><published>2011-09-19T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:07:12.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase nada anda mudando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Nesse filme que é a vida, me sinto assistindo tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Apesar de me sentir só algumas vezes, outras, me sinto acompanhada de olhares severamente críticos. Ao invés de apontarem(apenas apontarem), só fazem tentar acertar e me calar, me matar, me &quot;acabar&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Lamento ter tanta certeza e pensar como se me bastasse, mas é mera verdade. Diante dos meus olhos, que como, quaisquer olhos humanos, também apontam, andam se achando importantes demais para dar um mísero &quot;bom dia&quot; ao motorista do ônibus de todos os dias ou pedir uma mísera &quot;licença&quot; para passar de forma educada e gentil.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Mas tudo bem, isso não é o fim do mundo. Fim do mundo é ver que existem por aí outros &quot;eus&quot; e que outros &quot;eus&quot; ainda é pouco para mudar o fato de que quase nada está mudando!&lt;/div&gt;
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Suellen Raiana&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/9179702141192382858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2011/09/quase-nada-anda-mudando.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/9179702141192382858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/9179702141192382858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2011/09/quase-nada-anda-mudando.html' title='Quase nada anda mudando!'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-1997194257534068612</id><published>2011-08-18T00:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T03:18:56.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei lidar com perdas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Acho que é medo. Pra ser sincera, não sei exatamente o que é. Quem sabem não seja algum desiquilíbrio psicológico?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Enfim, não sei lidar com rejeições(confesso), ou, possibilidade de perda. Não entra muito bem na minha cabeça. Me machuca o fato de simplesmente pensar nisso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tirando de questão a &quot;rejeição&quot;, que, também gera sensações horríveis, vou falar um pouco da minha maior angústia, que, no momento é pensar em perder alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1v9bfYcDN1qbq0gt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;216&quot; src=&quot;http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1v9bfYcDN1qbq0gt.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vejo em teus olhos que queres me prevenir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A vejo chorando até mesmo quando sorrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Perdi as unhas, meu peso e até um corte de cabelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Estou ganhando calorias, perdendo lágrimas, virei amiga do desespero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quero te ajudar a não pensar, ficar ao teu lado o dia inteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Estou com medo, não quero pensar, sei que pode acontecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas saiba que eu aceito, desde que eu vá primeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1997194257534068612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2011/08/acho-que-e-medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/1997194257534068612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/1997194257534068612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2011/08/acho-que-e-medo.html' title='Não sei lidar com perdas...'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585612143135050731.post-5459830673262855334</id><published>2011-04-30T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:43:46.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tive bons momentos ao seu lado!</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/AVvXsEiWVsTialGzSSQDqry0-o32Y7sGuHTjO4hRgC-GHrQ_Yjf3RdrzNKJVjMd0bZObCSAzE-w55Mx5gyPTvy19NMqj5itWjWdiS-iFF46G2WX0UwgBrxPEvcsmnAkFwjP6mLSq3aaEMRHeXi4y/s640/tumblr_ljmmdv9l4s1qbu402o1_500_large.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;212&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVsTialGzSSQDqry0-o32Y7sGuHTjO4hRgC-GHrQ_Yjf3RdrzNKJVjMd0bZObCSAzE-w55Mx5gyPTvy19NMqj5itWjWdiS-iFF46G2WX0UwgBrxPEvcsmnAkFwjP6mLSq3aaEMRHeXi4y/s320/tumblr_ljmmdv9l4s1qbu402o1_500_large.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meu amigo, camarada&lt;br /&gt;
confidente, minha arma&lt;br /&gt;
Meu consolo, o meu &quot;berro&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
meus retratos, meu mais belo&lt;br /&gt;
Parte de mim, minha ponte para o desabafo&lt;br /&gt;
pro carinho, pra declaração, provocou tantos abraços&lt;br /&gt;
Me cansou, me irritou, me fez até chorar&lt;br /&gt;
mas também me alegrou, me encantou, me fez até cantar&lt;br /&gt;
Me renovou, fizemos juntos muitas amizades&lt;br /&gt;
Tive bons momentos com aquele violão e vou sentir saudades.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suellen Raiana&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5459830673262855334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2011/04/tive-bons-momentos-ao-seu-lado.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/5459830673262855334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585612143135050731/posts/default/5459830673262855334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysuka.blogspot.com/2011/04/tive-bons-momentos-ao-seu-lado.html' title='Tive bons momentos ao seu lado!'/><author><name>Suka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637818581197610374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dMLeVGlNt4I1zJpyx8zmb7_fK_mAGGunHGXDkbKpVb4ztAoQOl01vSUsJjix1cIfilsAO5la_NkgI9byocgNrEmLR_7dnUJWs9YrFi5NAuDFfD6VbtvJMjkXuMtDtA/s220/OgAAAFzLdDs82UfF8yxddDFAqo9SuvDsRY-nRz5YvE7YZyqkmGXdsFnTO7vGA9hCC8pfgdQPoy4_m7K3YGvsMOlSs8IAm1T1UEbnW-McNgkV4uC35MExlinrnwnF.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVsTialGzSSQDqry0-o32Y7sGuHTjO4hRgC-GHrQ_Yjf3RdrzNKJVjMd0bZObCSAzE-w55Mx5gyPTvy19NMqj5itWjWdiS-iFF46G2WX0UwgBrxPEvcsmnAkFwjP6mLSq3aaEMRHeXi4y/s72-c/tumblr_ljmmdv9l4s1qbu402o1_500_large.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>