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isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-4015932447214143403</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-02-06T00:19:45.408-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">




















Se o meu amor tivesse um nome, ele se chamaria certeza 
Das dúvidas que tenho em esquecer 
Das aventuras que insisto em querer 
Dos arrepios que só sinto por você 

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Se o meu amor tivesse uma roupagem, ela se chamaria sonho 
De ter a sua presença ao meu lado 
De me libertar da distância, da angústia e do medo 
De sucumbir em seus braços, até o amanhecer 

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Se o meu </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKw0gkiyu7k/Ty9Gjj_-_hI/AAAAAAAABa8/_itIVC1qCuw/s72-c/amor%5B1%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2012/02/amor-de-pele-amor-de-alma.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>O fim do começo é o começo do fim...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/Fs2wig_bxyM/o-fim-do-comeco-e-o-comeco-do-fim.html</link><category>devaneios</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><category>reflexão</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 09:09:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-7474002518505402903</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-12-15T14:09:55.697-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">




O fim é o meio de muitos começos





Entre começos que nunca são fins.



Meios de fins, fins de começos

Começos de fins que se tornam meios do início.



Todo meio é parte e se divide em inteiro

Para ser fim, não apenas passageiro.



Começo para chegar ao fim e enxergar a metade

De inteiras verdades presentes no coração.



Que todo fim possa ser fruto da origem de um começo

Que já </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JkLNv2RyNw/TuopS9SNoYI/AAAAAAAABZQ/zgvHRX37ooU/s72-c/k.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-fim-do-comeco-e-o-comeco-do-fim.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Só por hoje...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/OF04e1d9MNU/so-por-hoje.html</link><category>vida</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><category>reflexão</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 11:15:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-6713922597539860292</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-11-09T16:15:45.905-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
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</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYumlg4kwYQ/TrrQuvJN2gI/AAAAAAAABYQ/nxH0CUt7OMY/s72-c/Letting-Go.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-por-hoje.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Realidade nua e crua...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/_QzGZXGoZL4/realidade-nua-e-crua.html</link><category>realidade</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><category>reflexão</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 17:06:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-776547078667347590</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-10-15T21:06:47.209-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">  Meu intuito nunca foi pintar a vida de cinzaConstruir uma rotina que fosse rabugenta ou burocrática demais
Buscava versos fáceis e cor-de-rosa, que traduzissem o meu serÓculos de flores, imensidão de amores, doce ilusão
Contudo, percebi por um momento, ainda hesitandoQue colocar os pés no chão pode ser simplesmente difícil
As exigências cotidianas me puxaram de lado para uma conversaPapo sério,</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gqfj9elpZk/TpofHioCGuI/AAAAAAAABXM/v7r7dbF3_ZA/s72-c/5_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/10/realidade-nua-e-crua.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Inerte</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/s0grqKfUu2g/inerte.html</link><category>poema</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><category>inércia</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2011 19:40:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-8815126697417001600</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-09-29T23:40:08.633-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
 Não me preparei para os disparos
Apesar de saber que eles viriam, em algum momento
Não busquei defesas, nem mesmo me escondi do medo
Apenas vivi
∞
Segui a voz da intuição, que não me mentiu nem um segundo
No entanto, fui tola
Boba de pensar que as dores são entendidas
Da mesma maneira para todos
∞
A insensatez bateu à minha porta ao me envolver inteiramente
Não suspeitei, não evidenciei o quão </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-borsXI4jc1w/ToUq-2OOzRI/AAAAAAAABW0/SRybzn77FUE/s72-c/inerte.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/09/inerte.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Coração...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/3DiqCygIV0c/coracao.html</link><category>devaneios</category><category>coração</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 08:36:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-2053338093491275067</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-09-16T12:36:53.539-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
Perdi as chaves do meu coração, esquecidas em uma gaveta qualquer...
Mas já estou providenciando novas... para quando Deus quiser! 
</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x_06dZoft7M/TnNsXPlvDVI/AAAAAAAABWY/xyQ9wLj86aY/s72-c/coracao_trancado.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/09/coracao.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Um novo ar...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/3Hya63I-og4/um-novo-ar.html</link><category>poeminha</category><category>recomeço</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 15:15:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-2284234835709559208</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-08-31T19:15:43.457-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9N5C5Z0IYpU/Tl6x9r1536I/AAAAAAAABV8/7DX6IfO4a_0/s72-c/girl-flower.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/08/um-novo-ar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Sucintamente...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/icEg6yDljY8/sucintamente.html</link><category>poema</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><category>paixão</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 18:23:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-5388781933031276393</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-08-17T22:23:55.220-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FzjNtAer9Sc/TkxpWMZakyI/AAAAAAAABVo/hS4XMiEjq0Y/s72-c/08782915345774_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/08/sucintamente.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>(En)fim...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/rTKDdPZ-Bfw/enfim.html</link><category>Hélia Barbosa</category><category>adeus</category><category>heliabh</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Helinha)</author><pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2011 08:32:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-5207371680431928885</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-08-07T12:42:31.896-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
Ainda há amor...Ainda há desejo...Ainda há carinho.Só não há mais forças Em mimPara trilhar SozinhaO que deveria ser O NOSSO caminho...</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IaUkcnTFucw/Tj6tfHb4F4I/AAAAAAAAAoI/W9ttM1koQG8/s72-c/partir.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/08/enfim.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Sou louca...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/hieMfJuZR-4/sou-louca.html</link><category>verdades</category><category>loucura</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><category>reflexão</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 14:02:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-490938248095390905</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-07-26T18:02:39.165-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDKMwmh1YzU/Ti8rR-UaxiI/AAAAAAAABVI/feeQdaJVYvk/s72-c/intensidade1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/07/sou-louca.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Um tempo de você em mim...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/u_XIhLyYruk/um-tempo-de-voce-em-mim.html</link><category>poema</category><category>saudade</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 18:59:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-2389157305254442671</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-07-19T22:59:07.746-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
∞  Assim sou eu
Sem você
Pagando para ver
Denotando vida
Almejando o prazer
Sem seus beijos
Mas também sem angústia
Com saudade
Prezando a leveza
Antes, utopia
Hoje, gratidão
Lembranças vivas
De um tempo de você em mim
∞</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkBJtIyhIvg/TiY16-GWVWI/AAAAAAAABU0/ppTTPgJICIk/s72-c/grav_mulher_pensando_w.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/07/um-tempo-de-voce-em-mim.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Intermitências...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/Scy_bnKj2wk/intermitencias.html</link><category>poema</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><category>reflexão</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 10:52:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-8693686982797468627</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-07-04T14:52:21.016-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
 Não escrevo para tornar bonitas as palavras de amor que fui impedida de proferir...
Expresso emoções, sim, para desanuviar a alma e aliviar os sacrifícios loucos da mente.
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Isso porque, em meio a intermitências mil, busco saber quem sou para substituir aquilo que me escolheram para ser... 
Rasgo o verbo, falo de paixão, estimulo o ócio das vivências tolas, mas em algum canto hei de chegar. 
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  Se eu ainda penso em você?
Sim. Demais... demais... demais... Até mais do que deveria!
♥ 
Se te amo tanto quanto afirmei esse tempo todo?
Por favor, não tenha dúvidas! Apenas precisei curar minha alma do vício e, aos poucos, estou entendendo meu papel nessa história toda!
♥ 
Se fomos feitos um para o outro?
Você sabe que não. Que esse relacionamento, além de improvável, é impossível demais </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ud27byngW8/TfaEiRsjGiI/AAAAAAAABTM/bEDOXYVd8Sk/s72-c/tumblr_lkdamwMP7S1qf8fxqo1_500_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-dialogo-do-se.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Borboleta-atriz...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/lc_7OurU8IM/borboleta-atriz.html</link><category>partida</category><category>poema</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 19:28:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-73479463842138597</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-06-07T23:29:14.407-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
Foi ontem...Mas, em meu coração, as lembranças ainda acalentam os sonhos de hoje...
Assumi que você partiu...E não te pedi para voltar atrás!
Sinal de solidarismo? Talvez apenas necessidade de alívio...
Afinal de contas, você nem sabeque tudo isso acontece dentro de mim!
Para que haveria de saber?Só se fosse para me incentivara voar sem medo...
E isso você já tenta fazer...(In)conscientemente,</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TJEIF-l6Uas/Te7d_f31kdI/AAAAAAAABSw/64ZX1uahNHI/s72-c/borboleta-4551.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/06/borboleta-atriz.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Liberta...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/KwhZDFzAy_k/liberta.html</link><category>travessia</category><category>adeus</category><category>liberdade</category><category>milton nascimento</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Helinha)</author><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2011 06:25:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-494127897081676014</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-06-05T10:25:04.906-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">

Na manhã seguinte, recolhi cada pedacinho de mim jogado pelo chão.O banho – demorado – não apagou as marcas da noite mal dormida.O vestido – leve – desceu sobre meu corpo, ajustando-se às curvas e contrastando com a minha alma, que amanheceu pesada e sombria.A maquiagem – cuidadosa – não disfarçou as olheiras nem os olhos inchados e vermelhos.A mente – confusa – pensou ter ouvido o telefone </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SoOxOS57-hk/Tet4V3KHsLI/AAAAAAAAAm0/_M9gPHwr89s/s72-c/mo%25C3%25A7a+entre+borboletas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/06/liberta.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Fera Ferida</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/YBLkQbT0XoU/fera-ferida.html</link><category>poema</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><category>reflexão</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2011 18:16:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-2065862110412988267</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-05-29T22:16:28.746-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">


Ontem rosnei alto, mas não era para ti...Foi apenas o meu jeito desengonçado e mal-educadode dizer o quanto não consigo te esquecer!
Sou fera que parece forte, firme e inabalável...Mas, no fundo, sou apenas felina aprendiz que,perdida, busca sua morada em um canto qualquer...Onde estou? Quem sou? O que desejo/preciso/sinto?
Minhas feridas gritam mais forte quando te quero trazer,sem sucesso, </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjwi-Go6UKk/TeLvk9bjm8I/AAAAAAAABSE/GYa66jrmnUw/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/05/fera-ferida.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>PONTE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/wnIoWq-tLYQ/ponte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LoucaDeMente)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 17:34:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-3245064011879300482</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-05-26T21:34:04.408-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
Por @LoucaDeMente...

 E em seus ouvidos sentiu um doce e leve sussurrar... murmúrios líquidos que a faziam delirar...
(Havia uma brisa doce que os embriagava, enebriava e extasiava!)
Todas as palavras bem ditas foram caladas  e como por magia se materializavam...
(Encantamento... Puro contentamento!)
E a alma, antes apenas descrita, agora preenchia o outro corpo com o corpo que a trazia vestida</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRPQ2zHc-NI/Td7xGoW-QdI/AAAAAAAAADA/qMSSJlDM91I/s72-c/almasgemeas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/05/ponte.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Nem tão improvável assim...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/F-WTXHiLmyQ/nem-tao-improvavel-assim.html</link><category>tesão</category><category>conto</category><category>amor</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 15:30:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-923443391364452738</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-05-23T19:30:45.068-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">


Éramos desse jeito. Unha e carne, mesmo sem nunca termos nos encontrado... 
Quer dizer, é um pouco esquisita essa coisa de falar de encontro, pois fisicamente jamais havíamos estado próximos, mas sentíamos que o mundo todo girava ao nosso redor – e havia sido criado pra gente.
Conversávamos o tempo inteiro, por diferentes meios. Dávamos um jeito de escapar da rotina bruta para buscar nosso </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iT-uKVMZ-5E/Tdrfr-dR0fI/AAAAAAAABRk/kgXRM1nRzRs/s72-c/amor+avassalador.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/05/nem-tao-improvavel-assim.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>PEDIDO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/guGhmnCT2Ao/pedido.html</link><category>Sil Villas-Boas</category><category>escolhas</category><category>poesia</category><category>solidão</category><category>sentimentos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sil Villas-Boas)</author><pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2011 23:00:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-959563808369946814</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-05-22T03:00:06.520-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">

Por : @Sil_FM
Deixe que os vestígios de nosso ontem, Sejam engolidos pelos espaços que antes ocupamosA nossa casa, quieta e mornaA nossa mente que dorme, única em nós dois.Deixe que nossas sensações sejam esvaídasFeito areia a escorrer das mãosApague todos os barulhos e também os silêncios,Compartilhados em nós, Por nósÉramos tudo que podíamos serSonho, suor, sentido, sentimentoE hoje nada </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSWqUsHbxxk/Tdicin8PNWI/AAAAAAAAAto/YWqabnXILF8/s72-c/grav_mulher_andando_praia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/05/pedido.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Deixe o Prazer Fluir</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/nAbB8CqyX_c/deixe-o-prazer-fluir.html</link><category>Sil Villas-Boas</category><category>sentimentos</category><category>carinhos</category><category>amor</category><category>felicidade</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sil Villas-Boas)</author><pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 07:32:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-1313773833480057192</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-05-19T01:16:49.876-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Por : @SIL_FM

Respire a poesia da vidaSinta o perfume do ser amado na sua peleOuça a música que tua alma expressaAme, vibre, delicie-se com um momento a sós ou a dois.
Desfrute o dia nacionalDos beijos Dos carinhosDos abraços e amassos quentescom quem amas.
E ao final do diaRelembre feliz das horas passadasE as repitas sempre no dia seguinte.</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YnpK7MxXPDM/TdPXyfzNm8I/AAAAAAAAAtk/LPQ_VlD2oqU/s72-c/6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/05/deixe-o-prazer-fluir.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Isso...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/pu8_x9jUIAQ/isso.html</link><category>devaneios</category><category>loucuras</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 13:21:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-4627957317108413796</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-05-17T18:35:46.988-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
Vou compartilhar uma coisa com vocês... 
Um fato muito sério, por sinal!
Se for incompreensível, peço que não convertam meu monólogo a uma tentativa de diálogo sem fim...
O que vou dizer é duro e me corta o coração...
É que... é que... eu queria tanto me libertar disso e não consigo! É, disso mesmo que vocês estão pensando!
Essa coisa louca, que me arrebenta o peito e me faz ficar viciada, </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fByNyzigxLY/TdLYrOKUT1I/AAAAAAAABRc/D8M6uhtr4T0/s72-c/wondering_by_esens.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/05/isso.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>IMPOSSÍVEL...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/tfX28He0ePk/impossivel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LoucaDeMente)</author><pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2011 20:33:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-5612816600859474649</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-05-15T00:33:36.791-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
Por @LoucaDeMente ...
E como fazer para esquecê-la... 
somente esquecendo tudo que me lembra você, 
ou seja, os sentimentos antigos 
sentimento amigo, 
e o amor que escorre perdido. 
Como fazer para esquecê-la... 
somente me tornando rude e frio, 
pisando nas coisas boas que ainda me restam, 
tapando os ouvidos, calando assim os carinhos que cessam. 
Como fazer para esquecê-la... 
somente </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwixNmT-ANg/Tc9It-Y6_oI/AAAAAAAAACw/vrrLQxhJ4IY/s72-c/desejo1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/05/impossivel.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Amo-te mais...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/xv__FxKzqCQ/amo-te-mais.html</link><category>desejo</category><category>Tatiana Kielberman</category><category>paixão</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tatiana Kielberman)</author><pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 20:00:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-1430647866054268666</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-05-10T00:00:01.177-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">


Hoje não é um dia especial. Não temos datas comemorativas para celebrar, nem momentos alegres para prever...
Mas acontece que eu... Ah, eu queria te dizer que o êxtase voltou a tomar conta do meu cerne!
Não como era antes, claro... Aquela coisa desmedida, surreal e inimaginável, alimentada por uma outra que, definitivamente, não era eu...
Atualmente me sei melhor e confesso que tenho andado um</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJiclQ9cXo8/TchjxtV6zaI/AAAAAAAABRM/WghOVF19AWc/s72-c/Sensual.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/05/amo-te-mais.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Homenagem ao Dia das Mães</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/daremdoido/~3/F2TkWobF6u8/mae-por-cora-coralina-renovadora-e.html</link><category>literatura brasileira</category><category>Dia das Mães</category><category>Cora Coralina</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sil Villas-Boas)</author><pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2011 20:27:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560170938719416124.post-3332152434557228924</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-05-08T00:30:27.219-03:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
Mãe - Por Cora Coralina

Renovadora e reveladora do mundo
A humanidade se renova no teu ventre.
Cria teus filhos,
não os entregues à creche.
Creche é fria, impessoal.
Nunca será um lar
para teu filho.
Ele, pequenino, precisa de ti.
Não o desligues da tua força maternal.

Que pretendes, mulher?
Independência, igualdade de condições...
Empregos fora do lar?
És superior àqueles
que procuras imitar.</atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C-J1srVWoQo/TcYM1KlsihI/AAAAAAAAAtc/m7pQHvdzpNE/s72-c/mulher_top.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://daremdoido.blogspot.com/2011/05/mae-por-cora-coralina-renovadora-e.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

