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line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Menino bobo;&lt;br /&gt;- só queria amar e por ventura ser amado!&lt;br /&gt;Menino que poetizava;&lt;br /&gt;- só queria poetizar para alguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-8019237216185573811?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8019237216185573811/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/meninobobo-so-queria-amar-e-por-ventura.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/8019237216185573811" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/8019237216185573811" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/br/~3/hkXUEQyOY0Y/meninobobo-so-queria-amar-e-por-ventura.html" title="" /><author><name>Bruno Pacífico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04180448448049715445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2HO2u0B-1k/Ss1Bzud6h0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gfxl8TSLUfg/S220/Imag018.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb0YHWf3wnM/T5uEhfB1FoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qBenJG-oPCE/s72-c/761182425d19d7e0a423cc171e963f83.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/meninobobo-so-queria-amar-e-por-ventura.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897134989540118867.post-633856492775957507</id><published>2012-04-25T20:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-25T20:59:36.546-07:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVp84NtvX1U/T5jH-MuH5aI/AAAAAAAAASE/E1wVG5x6Irg/s1600/tumblr_lwxcn0N87k1qetidro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVp84NtvX1U/T5jH-MuH5aI/AAAAAAAAASE/E1wVG5x6Irg/s320/tumblr_lwxcn0N87k1qetidro1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tanto faz...&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz..!&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz dizer oi ou olá!&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz sorrir ou chorar!&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz sol ou chuva;&lt;br /&gt;- o importante é minha admiração por ambos! &lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz azul-petróleo ou verde-turquesa;&lt;br /&gt;- o importante é que tenha cor.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz esta no claro ou no escuro;&lt;br /&gt;- o importante é que eu esteja.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz café frio ou quente;&lt;br /&gt;- o importante é que seja café.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz ir ou ficar!&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz fazer ou deixar de fazer!&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz ouvir Coldplay ou Bon Iver!&lt;br /&gt;Tanto escrever isso aqui ou não!&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz...&lt;br /&gt;Tanto Faz..!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-633856492775957507?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/633856492775957507/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/tanto-faz.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/633856492775957507" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/633856492775957507" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/br/~3/ap8QyUIr_3M/tanto-faz.html" title="" /><author><name>Bruno Pacífico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04180448448049715445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2HO2u0B-1k/Ss1Bzud6h0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gfxl8TSLUfg/S220/Imag018.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DVp84NtvX1U/T5jH-MuH5aI/AAAAAAAAASE/E1wVG5x6Irg/s72-c/tumblr_lwxcn0N87k1qetidro1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/tanto-faz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897134989540118867.post-4291565133611798092</id><published>2012-04-17T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-17T00:21:24.221-07:00</updated><title type="text">Apenas amor de Bordel</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6odecbMF68/T40ZElfK1fI/AAAAAAAAARw/56C53zi7DB4/s1600/Toulouse-Lautrec.+Bordel+da+rue+des+Moulins+em+Paris.1894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6odecbMF68/T40ZElfK1fI/AAAAAAAAARw/56C53zi7DB4/s320/Toulouse-Lautrec.+Bordel+da+rue+des+Moulins+em+Paris.1894.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apenas amor;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isso é o que temos no bordel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- cabaré;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- casa da vida vadia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- amor por apenas $$: 0,99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prazer prolongado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor retardado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma noite de amor para qualquer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;vagabundo&amp;nbsp;desalmado;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- é mais um amor para a lista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor comprado à vista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pura indecência religiosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mero gozo sem pudor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-4291565133611798092?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4291565133611798092/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/apenas-amor-isso-e-o-que-temos-no.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/4291565133611798092" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/4291565133611798092" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/br/~3/G4t6FM2CtYk/apenas-amor-isso-e-o-que-temos-no.html" title="Apenas amor de Bordel" /><author><name>Bruno Pacífico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04180448448049715445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2HO2u0B-1k/Ss1Bzud6h0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gfxl8TSLUfg/S220/Imag018.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6odecbMF68/T40ZElfK1fI/AAAAAAAAARw/56C53zi7DB4/s72-c/Toulouse-Lautrec.+Bordel+da+rue+des+Moulins+em+Paris.1894.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/apenas-amor-isso-e-o-que-temos-no.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897134989540118867.post-6149926391169002141</id><published>2012-04-07T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T14:47:47.103-07:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.75pt; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0.05pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Ser sensível nesse mundo requer muita coragem. Muita. Todo dia. Esse jeito de ouvir além dos olhos, de ver além dos ouvidos, de sentir a textura do sentimento alheio tão claro no próprio coração e tantas vezes até doer ou sorrir junto com toda sinceridade. Essa sensação, de vez em quando, de ser estrangeiro e não saber falar o idioma local, de ser meio ET, uma espécie de sobrevivente de uma civilização extinta. Essa intensidade toda em tempo de ternura minguada. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.75pt; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0.05pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Esse amor tão vívido em terra em que a maioria parece se assustar mais com o afeto do que com a indelicadeza. Esse cuidado espontâneo com os outros. Essa vontade tão pura de que ninguém sofra por nada. Esse melindre de ferir por saber, com nitidez, como dói se sentir ferido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.75pt; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0.05pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Ser sensível nesse mundo requer muita coragem. Muita. Todo dia. Essa saudade, que às vezes faz a alma marejar, de um lugar que não se sabe onde é, mas que existe, é &lt;u&gt;claro&lt;/u&gt; que existe. Essa possibilidade de se experimentar a dor, quando a dor chega, com a mesma verdade com que se experimenta a alegria.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.75pt; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0.05pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Essa incapacidade de não se admirar com o encanto grandioso que também mora na sutileza. Essa vontade de espalhar buquês de sorrisos por aí, porque os sensíveis, por mais que chorem de vez em quando, não deixam adormecer a ideia de um mundo que possa acordar sorrindo. Pra toda gente. Pra todo ser. Pra toda vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.75pt; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0.05pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Eu até já tentei ser diferente, por medo de doer, mas não tem jeito: só consigo ser igual a mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4.75pt; margin-left: 3.6pt; margin-right: 0.9pt; margin-top: 0.05pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;— Ana Jácomo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-6149926391169002141?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6149926391169002141/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/ser-sensivel-nesse-mundo-requer-muita.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/6149926391169002141" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/6149926391169002141" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/br/~3/xTLd-6V-vxI/ser-sensivel-nesse-mundo-requer-muita.html" title="" /><author><name>Bruno Pacífico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04180448448049715445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2HO2u0B-1k/Ss1Bzud6h0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gfxl8TSLUfg/S220/Imag018.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/ser-sensivel-nesse-mundo-requer-muita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897134989540118867.post-5018134608586232460</id><published>2012-04-04T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-04T23:57:01.701-07:00</updated><title type="text">Apenas sigo o vento</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0UwDNSK5o4/T31CHq9yoWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CWOI-APTSrM/s1600/first-kiss_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0UwDNSK5o4/T31CHq9yoWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CWOI-APTSrM/s320/first-kiss_18.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levo-me ao teu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Levo-me ao teu pensar&amp;nbsp;poético.&lt;br /&gt;Levo-me ao teu querer.&lt;br /&gt;- querer do teu beijo.&lt;br /&gt;- querer do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Brisa&amp;nbsp;poética&amp;nbsp;em meu pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Pois...&lt;br /&gt;Garoa em meu teto;&lt;br /&gt;E em meu peito sinto o velho&lt;br /&gt;aperto do amar;&lt;br /&gt;- sentimentos crescentes;&lt;br /&gt;- delírios eminentes.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o tempo solucionar.&lt;br /&gt;Esse tal amor;&lt;br /&gt;- pois vingar como raiz de bambu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-5018134608586232460?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5018134608586232460/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/apenas-sigo-o-vento.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/5018134608586232460" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/5018134608586232460" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/br/~3/ThjVHRGumWc/apenas-sigo-o-vento.html" title="Apenas sigo o vento" /><author><name>Bruno Pacífico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04180448448049715445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2HO2u0B-1k/Ss1Bzud6h0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gfxl8TSLUfg/S220/Imag018.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0UwDNSK5o4/T31CHq9yoWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CWOI-APTSrM/s72-c/first-kiss_18.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/apenas-sigo-o-vento.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897134989540118867.post-7434459529964902549</id><published>2012-04-04T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-04T23:02:54.915-07:00</updated><title type="text">Amicus</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJnEfxS_cQE/T30017NV4eI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wM62TiyH5U8/s1600/229548_1714316858749_1263027099_31475226_7822723_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJnEfxS_cQE/T30017NV4eI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wM62TiyH5U8/s320/229548_1714316858749_1263027099_31475226_7822723_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se vai para um futuro prospero, deixando aqui suas boas amizades.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano, este é o calculo exato de nosso amizade. Amizade de pura alegria,&lt;br /&gt;pois nunca se ousou qualquer briga alheia. Em meio aos últimos momentos&lt;br /&gt;em terras "acreanas" &amp;nbsp;a raiva pairou em minha mente. Mas logo se via seu&lt;br /&gt;jeito risonho e louca de ser, o que podia ser feito ? Se não perdoar! Momentos&lt;br /&gt;bebidos e fumados com você, alegrias alcoólicas e sóbrias vivido ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Amizade que cria-se, é amizade que se leva para o resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;E o que posso fazer para acalentar toda essa saudade que ira deixar? Apenas&lt;br /&gt;deixar fluir todas nossas lembranças alegres.&amp;nbsp;Por artifício do destino talvez eu não&lt;br /&gt;verei vossa partida, mas tudo bem, ... Agradeço aos Deuses por&amp;nbsp;humildemente&lt;br /&gt;ter nos juntado, pois tu goza de todo meu amor amizacional.&amp;nbsp;Nobre Dama da&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loucura, é com poucas&amp;nbsp;palavras que tento&amp;nbsp;humildemente expressar o meu&lt;br /&gt;grande carinho que tenho por&amp;nbsp;VOCÊ. . .E é com lágrimas nas janelas da&lt;br /&gt;imaginação que escrevo isso para você, minha amiga Karianny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-7434459529964902549?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7434459529964902549/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/amicus.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" 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title="" /><author><name>Bruno Pacífico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04180448448049715445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2HO2u0B-1k/Ss1Bzud6h0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gfxl8TSLUfg/S220/Imag018.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/pobre-crianca-que-nada-sabe-da-amizade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897134989540118867.post-2607442475065289863</id><published>2012-04-04T21:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-04T21:47:51.853-07:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bukowski-poemas.blogspot.com.br/2011/04/esta-noite.html" style="color: black;"&gt;esta noite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8798152783939704603" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; position: relative; width: 386px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"seus poemas sobre as garotas ainda estarão por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;daqui há 50 anos quando as garotas já tiverem ido",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;meu editor me telefona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;caro editor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;parece que as garotas já se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;foram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;entendo o que o senhor diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;mas me dê uma mulher verdadeiramente viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;nesta noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;cruzando o piso em minha direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;e o senhor pode ficar com todos os poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;os bons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;os maus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;ou qualquer outro que eu venha a escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;depois deste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;entendo o que o senhor me diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;O senhor entende o que eu digo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8798152783939704603" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; position: relative; width: 386px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8798152783939704603" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; position: relative; width: 386px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-2607442475065289863?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2607442475065289863/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/04/esta-noite-seus-poemas-sobre-as-garotas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/2607442475065289863" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/2607442475065289863" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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/&gt;Amando um "qualquer" amor; &lt;br /&gt;- amor de veraneio;&lt;br /&gt;- amor de cinema Britânico;&lt;br /&gt;- amor,&lt;br /&gt;- amor de inverno amazônico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-8781673142101295703?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8781673142101295703/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/03/e-de-todo-amor-existe-sempre-um-porem.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/8781673142101295703" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYGWHqeWq14/T01eRE27AtI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TvlV87M39FY/s1600/Brasil+de+Luto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYGWHqeWq14/T01eRE27AtI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TvlV87M39FY/s320/Brasil+de+Luto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi ao tempo,&lt;br /&gt;- terra céu e vento.&lt;br /&gt;E volto ao seu ser mais puro.&lt;br /&gt;Assim se foi.&lt;br /&gt;Ao amigo que um dia esteve ao&lt;br /&gt;lado da força.&lt;br /&gt;- serviu com bravura e&amp;nbsp;disciplina.&lt;br /&gt;- camarada audaz.&lt;br /&gt;- és tu camarada de arma,&lt;br /&gt;- é tu &lt;b&gt;Campelo&lt;/b&gt; da Força Audaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado ao meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cabo Campelo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, que&lt;br /&gt;se foi na manhã de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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0px 1px 1px;"&gt;Eu que não fumo, queria um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não amo você&lt;br /&gt;Envelheci dez anos ou mais&lt;br /&gt;Nesse último mês&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0429688) 0px 1px 1px;"&gt;Senti saudade, vontade de voltar&lt;br /&gt;Fazer a coisa certa&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe como é difícil encontrar&lt;br /&gt;A palavra certa,&lt;br /&gt;A hora certa de voltar,&lt;br /&gt;A porta aberta,&lt;br /&gt;A hora certa de chegar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0429688) 0px 1px 1px;"&gt;Eu que não fumo, queria um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não amo você&lt;br /&gt;Envelheci dez anos ou mais&lt;br /&gt;Nesse último mês.&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não bebo, pedi um conhaque&lt;br /&gt;Pra enfrentar o inverno&lt;br /&gt;Que entra pela porta&lt;br /&gt;Que você deixou aberta ao sair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0429688) 0px 1px 1px;"&gt;O certo é que eu dancei sem querer dançar&lt;br /&gt;E agora já nem sei qual é o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Dia e noite sem parar, corro o risco de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;A palavra certa,&lt;br /&gt;A hora certa de voltar,&lt;br /&gt;A porta aberta,&lt;br /&gt;A hora certa de chegar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0429688) 0px 1px 1px;"&gt;Eu que não fumo, queria um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não amo você&lt;br /&gt;Envelheci dez anos ou mais&lt;br /&gt;Nesse último mês...&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não bebo, pedi um conhaque&lt;br /&gt;Pra enfrentar o inverno&lt;br /&gt;Que entra pela porta&lt;br /&gt;Que você deixou aberta ao sair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0429688) 0px 1px 1px;"&gt;O certo é que eu dancei sem querer dançar&lt;br /&gt;E agora já nem sei qual é o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Dia e noite sem parar, corro o risco de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;A palavra certa,&lt;br /&gt;A hora certa de voltar,&lt;br /&gt;A porta aberta,&lt;br /&gt;A hora certa de chegar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0429688) 0px 1px 1px;"&gt;Eu que não fumo, pedi um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não amo você&lt;br /&gt;Envelheci dez anos ou mais&lt;br /&gt;Nesse último mês...&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não bebo, queria um conhaque&lt;br /&gt;Pra enfrentar o inverno&lt;br /&gt;Que entra pela porta&lt;br /&gt;Que você deixou aberta ao sair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0429688) 0px 1px 1px;"&gt;Eu que não fumo, pedi um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não amo você&lt;br /&gt;Envelheci dez anos ou mais&lt;br /&gt;Nesse último mês...&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não bebo, queria um conhaque&lt;br /&gt;Pra enfrentar o inverno&lt;br /&gt;Que entra pela porta&lt;br /&gt;Que você deixou aberta ao sair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-5724331051116941141?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5724331051116941141/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2012/02/engenheiros-do-hawaii-eu-que-nao-amo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" 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sentir...&lt;br /&gt;- sentir teu perfume.&lt;br /&gt;- desejando que seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;sejam nossos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;E pela amanhã te beijar;&lt;br /&gt;- beijar com o sabor da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;E assim pela tarde ficar&lt;br /&gt;ao teu lado e ver o&lt;br /&gt;pôr-do-sol e dizer que&lt;br /&gt;te amo.&lt;br /&gt;- e este amor insólito que&lt;br /&gt;espera todas às noites a&lt;br /&gt;lua nascer para assim poder&lt;br /&gt;ser banhado e amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-646158120738791695?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/646158120738791695/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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0px;"&gt;Eu sonhei que estava exatamente aqui, olhando pra você&lt;br /&gt;Olhando pra você exatamente aqui&lt;br /&gt;'cê não sabe mais eu tava exatamente aqui, olhando pra você&lt;br /&gt;'cê não sabe mais eu tava exatamente aqui&lt;br /&gt;Pronto para despertar&lt;br /&gt;Prestes mesmo de explodir&lt;br /&gt;Parto para não voltar&lt;br /&gt;Pranto para estancar&lt;br /&gt;Muito para acordar&lt;br /&gt;Tonto de tanto te ver&lt;br /&gt;Perto mesmo de explodir&lt;br /&gt;Prestes a saber porque&lt;br /&gt;Por que o sol se vai?&lt;br /&gt;Por que um raio cai?&lt;br /&gt;Se a nuvem vem também&lt;br /&gt;Por que você não vem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu sonhei que estava exatamente aqui, olhando pra você&lt;br /&gt;Olhando pra você exatamente aqui&lt;br /&gt;'cê não sabe mais eu tava exatamente aqui, olhando pra você&lt;br /&gt;'cê não sabe mais eu tava exatamente aqui&lt;br /&gt;Pronto para despertar&lt;br /&gt;Perto mesmo de explodir&lt;br /&gt;Parto para não voltar&lt;br /&gt;Pranto para estancar&lt;br /&gt;Muito para acordar&lt;br /&gt;Tonto de tanto te ver&lt;br /&gt;Perto mesmo de explodir&lt;br /&gt;Prestes a saber porque&lt;br /&gt;Por que um raio cai?&lt;br /&gt;Por que que o sol se vai?&lt;br /&gt;Se a nuvem vem também&lt;br /&gt;Por que você não vem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Por que?... por que que um raio cai?&lt;br /&gt;Por que?... por que que o sol se vai?&lt;br /&gt;Se a nuvem vem também&lt;br /&gt;Por que você não vem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Nada haver ficar assim sonhando separado&lt;br /&gt;Se no fundo a gente quer o dia a dia lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou deixar você com esse medo de se aproximar&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter um fim toda história um dia tem que começar&lt;br /&gt;Então me diz por que?... por que que um raio cai?&lt;br /&gt;Por que que o sol se vai?&lt;br /&gt;Se não é pra gente perceber que um milagre assim se faz&lt;br /&gt;Por que que o sol se vai?&lt;br /&gt;Nada, nada haver a gente se conter se as desse mar&lt;br /&gt;Não param de bater se as ondas desse mar não param de jogar você no meu olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;É natural que seja assim você ai&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui exatamente aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-118728564238051313?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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/&gt;E o vento condiz ao amor.&lt;br /&gt;"Amor que leva e traz o vento."&lt;br /&gt;O vento que traz o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que leva e traz...&lt;br /&gt;E os&amp;nbsp;pássaros&amp;nbsp;livres,&lt;br /&gt;que voam entre esses&lt;br /&gt;emaranhados quânticos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-63721041146551847?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/63721041146551847/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-fui-la-fora-para-ver-esse-tempo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/63721041146551847" /><link rel="self" 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molhados&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e amados..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- beijos de amor..!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-65629521099292915?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/65629521099292915/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2011/12/saiba-que-eu-te-amo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/65629521099292915" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/65629521099292915" /><link rel="alternate" 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este vento;&lt;br /&gt;- vento do invento. &lt;br /&gt;Só querendo ti ver.&lt;br /&gt; - ficar ao teu lado;&lt;br /&gt;e dizer que te amo;&lt;br /&gt;- que te quero...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ficar ao teu lado..!&lt;br /&gt;E neste pôr do sol&lt;br /&gt;que nos ilumina...&lt;br /&gt;Só quero ficar;&lt;br /&gt;- ficar e sentir teu amor;&lt;br /&gt;- teu perfume...&lt;br /&gt;E olhar para teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp;espelham ao mar e&lt;br /&gt;ver no teu sorriso o mais&lt;br /&gt;puro amar..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-6289227128843126797?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6289227128843126797/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-eu-vendo-este-vento-vento-do-invento.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897134989540118867.post-1173578781065717</id><published>2011-11-21T06:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T18:37:04.774-08:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pImBsYoUtn8/Tspc17VdZ8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/0gr59XInRNg/s1600/vicio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pImBsYoUtn8/Tspc17VdZ8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/0gr59XInRNg/s1600/vicio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem cigarro meu amor;&lt;br /&gt;Nem cerveja ou qualquer&lt;br /&gt;outra droga pode&lt;br /&gt;substituir meu vitium de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao amor que procuro,&lt;br /&gt;ao amor que tenho!&lt;br /&gt;Ao amor viciante que&lt;br /&gt;nos causa.&lt;br /&gt;A tudo que pode ser&lt;br /&gt;amado..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-1173578781065717?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1173578781065717/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2011/11/nem-cigarro-meu-amor-nem-cerveja-ou.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/1173578781065717" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/1173578781065717" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n50_HYJQB-w/TsnjOgzcRcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Ipw1q2UC1Pg/s1600/dor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n50_HYJQB-w/TsnjOgzcRcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Ipw1q2UC1Pg/s320/dor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É&amp;nbsp;egoísta é a dor..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Dor de amor;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- de querer e não ter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; De chorar e não ser&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; consolado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-8651959290799019172?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/2590654773819332835" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/2590654773819332835" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/br/~3/44FjGTGYF7M/voce-sabe-muito-bem-que-eu-te-quero-meu.html" title="" /><author><name>Bruno Pacífico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04180448448049715445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2HO2u0B-1k/Ss1Bzud6h0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gfxl8TSLUfg/S220/Imag018.jpg" 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style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Nos seus olhos quero descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Uma razão para viver&lt;br /&gt;E as feridas dessa vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero esquecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Pode ser que eu a encontre&lt;br /&gt;Numa fila de cinema&lt;br /&gt;Numa esquina&lt;br /&gt;Ou numa mesa de bar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bom prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até o fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;E eu vou tratá-la bem&lt;br /&gt;Prá que ela não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;Quando começar a conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Os meus segredos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Hum! Hum! Huuuum!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Uma razão para viver&lt;br /&gt;E as feridas dessa vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero esquecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Pode ser que eu gagueje&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que falar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu disfarço&lt;br /&gt;E não saio sem ela de lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bom prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até o fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;E eu vou tratá-la bem&lt;br /&gt;Prá que ela não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;Quando começar a conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Os meus segredos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Hum! Hum! Huuuum!...&lt;br /&gt;Hum! Hum! Huuuum!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bom prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até o fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bom prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até o fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-7291672297117605707?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7291672297117605707/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2011/10/frejat-segredos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/7291672297117605707" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/7291672297117605707" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/br/~3/jH1nrPX3DDU/frejat-segredos.html" title="Frejat - Segredos" /><author><name>Bruno Pacífico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04180448448049715445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2HO2u0B-1k/Ss1Bzud6h0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gfxl8TSLUfg/S220/Imag018.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2011/10/frejat-segredos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897134989540118867.post-3623131347307049934</id><published>2011-09-14T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:21:32.571-07:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdqnGe8T0nc/TnDihcqCSWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uBb4yZGGWi0/s1600/tempo%252C+espa%25C3%25A7o%252C+alento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdqnGe8T0nc/TnDihcqCSWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uBb4yZGGWi0/s320/tempo%252C+espa%25C3%25A7o%252C+alento.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Deixe-me ao relento;&lt;br /&gt; - quero deita-me ao vento.&lt;br /&gt; Deixe-me ao acalento;&lt;br /&gt; - quero deita-me ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ao teu . . .&lt;br /&gt; - vento!&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te ao amanhecer;&lt;br /&gt;- entardecer;&lt;br /&gt;- e com tudo ao anoitecer.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te em meus intentos;&lt;br /&gt;- meu alento!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897134989540118867-3623131347307049934?l=brunoruiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3623131347307049934/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2011/09/deixe-me-ao-relento-quero-deita-me-ao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/3623131347307049934" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8897134989540118867/posts/default/3623131347307049934" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/br/~3/VD11ihpO8rc/deixe-me-ao-relento-quero-deita-me-ao.html" title="" /><author><name>Bruno Pacífico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04180448448049715445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2HO2u0B-1k/Ss1Bzud6h0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gfxl8TSLUfg/S220/Imag018.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdqnGe8T0nc/TnDihcqCSWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uBb4yZGGWi0/s72-c/tempo%252C+espa%25C3%25A7o%252C+alento.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://brunoruiz.blogspot.com/2011/09/deixe-me-ao-relento-quero-deita-me-ao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

