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&lt;i&gt;Mi casa es tu casa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir, de entrar em contato... Ou toca, ou não toca"&lt;/i&gt; (Clarice Lispector)</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pufedospina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pufedospina.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625734032134479500/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Alexandre Spinelli</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107601866441775535184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_YQ6bxp-oQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAErc/J1334p59Isg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/TjHEu" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="blogspot/tjheu" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INQ38zcSp7ImA9WxRWEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625734032134479500.post-8079644109771778638</id><published>2008-10-28T15:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:39:52.189-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-28T15:39:52.189-02:00</app:edited><title>Viver</title><content type="html">Viver é deixar-se ir&lt;br /&gt;Com a natureza&lt;br /&gt;E aprender com ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrer na terra e depois brotar&lt;br /&gt;Flutuar no ar, sem direção&lt;br /&gt;Navegar com a água&lt;br /&gt;Queimar com o fogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E renascer&lt;br /&gt;Na nova semente&lt;br /&gt;Flutuar&lt;br /&gt;No próximo vento&lt;br /&gt;Evaporar e chover&lt;br /&gt;Nascente&lt;br /&gt;Apagar e reacender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir na roda da vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem se prender, sem resistir&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-se e conhecer o novo a cada volta&lt;br /&gt;Maravilhar-se e deixar que vá, pois irá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o sol, a lua, a terra&lt;br /&gt;Ir, girar, soltar-se e voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Sem mérito, sem vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Apenas cumprindo seu ciclo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E girar, rodar, voar e renascer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625734032134479500-8079644109771778638?l=pufedospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Foi de morte prematura.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela morreu da pior morte,&lt;br /&gt;
sem ninguém, esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Antes mesmo de nascer, Beatriz morreu.&lt;br /&gt;
Não foi aborto,&lt;br /&gt;
Foi antes de ser concebida.&lt;br /&gt;
Beatriz morreu e só eu senti.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém a velou.&lt;br /&gt;
Nem a enterraram.&lt;br /&gt;
Pior assim,&lt;br /&gt;
Ficará para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Sempre morta,&lt;br /&gt;
Nunca concebida.&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre uma ilusão&lt;br /&gt;
Morta de morte morrida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625734032134479500-3843893059661349781?l=pufedospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A surfar em pedras.&lt;br /&gt;
Desmoronas levemente&lt;br /&gt;
Com teu passado,&lt;br /&gt;
Com tua história.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E flutuas.&lt;br /&gt;
Pois teu chão já não há.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despede-se de tuas raízes&lt;br /&gt;
E vá.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anuncie a todos,&lt;br /&gt;
Secaram teu mar.&lt;br /&gt;
Só te resta o sonho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625734032134479500-4590637790696163599?l=pufedospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Vergonha de mim,&lt;br /&gt;
Vergonha de ti,&lt;br /&gt;
Por nossos filhos,&lt;br /&gt;
Da nossa história.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fiquei constrangida com teu suor&lt;br /&gt;
E me enojou teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;
Vontade de sumir,&lt;br /&gt;
De trocar de vida&lt;br /&gt;
E alterar o passado.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Teus amigos pareciam rir,&lt;br /&gt;
Não que a cena fosse engraçada,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas imagino minha cara.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Parecias forte, decidido, senhor de si,&lt;br /&gt;
Orgulho da mamãe,&lt;br /&gt;
Exemplo a ser seguido.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nojo, vergonha e ânsia,&lt;br /&gt;
Quando te vi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625734032134479500-8090791655890670326?l=pufedospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Era quase nada&lt;br /&gt;
Água e peixe&lt;br /&gt;
Nossa casa pendurada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amor cotidiano&lt;br /&gt;
Desapercebido&lt;br /&gt;
Rotina de carinhos&lt;br /&gt;
E sempre água&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o rio correu&lt;br /&gt;
E foi para o mar&lt;br /&gt;
E correu tanto&lt;br /&gt;
E tão depressa&lt;br /&gt;
Que não deu tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Para se acostumar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ficamos sós&lt;br /&gt;
Secos&lt;br /&gt;
Sem peixe&lt;br /&gt;
Sem vida&lt;br /&gt;
E partimos...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Na cidade grande&lt;br /&gt;
Vida dura, pequena&lt;br /&gt;
Partida e ressecada&lt;br /&gt;
Dinheiro no lugar de peixe&lt;br /&gt;
Mas neste mar não dá nada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cobrança onde havia carinho&lt;br /&gt;
Angústia onde paz&lt;br /&gt;
Prisão, prostituição&lt;br /&gt;
Desejo de voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saudades da vida simples&lt;br /&gt;
Saudades do quase nada&lt;br /&gt;
Saudades aqui no deserto&lt;br /&gt;
Saudades em terras d’água&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625734032134479500-5855302097893120675?l=pufedospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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