<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;A0ICSXg4eip7ImA9Wx9UGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519</id><updated>2011-02-17T00:26:08.632-02:00</updated><title>''Gostaria de ser a lua, o vento, a borboleta, mas por agora prefiro ser eu mesma''</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0ICSXg_eCp7ImA9Wx9UGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-3334775728148067210</id><published>2011-02-17T00:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:26:08.640-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-17T00:26:08.640-02:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1rCc4dOuAc/TVyHIQpUNZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BYdZyJ9CqzQ/s1600/ricca0p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1rCc4dOuAc/TVyHIQpUNZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BYdZyJ9CqzQ/s400/ricca0p.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cada dia a vida&lt;a href="http://www.mensagensvirtuais.xpg.com.br/#" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; te oferece uma página em branco no livro &lt;br /&gt;
da tua existência.&lt;br /&gt;
Teu passado já está escrito e não podes corrigir-lo; em tuas páginas &lt;br /&gt;
amarelas podes encontrar tua história, algumas com suaves cores, outras com &lt;br /&gt;
escuros motivos...&lt;br /&gt;
Lindas&amp;nbsp; recordações... &lt;br /&gt;
E... Páginas que gostarias de arrancar para sempre... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Neste dia, tens a oportunidade de escrever uma página mais. Está unicamente &lt;br /&gt;
em tuas mãos escolher as cores que terás, pois mesmo que apareça algum &lt;br /&gt;
impedimento podes matizar de serenidade para converte-la em uma bela &lt;br /&gt;
experiência.&lt;br /&gt;
Como escreverás o dia de hoje?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Só depende de tua vontade que a página do dia de hoje no livro de tua vida, &lt;br /&gt;
seja una página que no futuro possas possuir como uma bela recordação.&lt;br /&gt;
Se soubesses que só vais viver um dia mais, que farias?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sem dúvida, elevarias teu pensamento em Deus e com todos que te rodeiam. &lt;br /&gt;
Desfrutarias dos raios de sol; da suave brisa, da alegria dos teus filhos, do &lt;br /&gt;
amor da tua parceira/o, de tantas bendições que a vida nos põem ao alcance &lt;br /&gt;
da nossa mão que muitas vezes não sabemos valorizar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Desfrute este novo dia, faça um inventário mental de todas as coisas boas &lt;br /&gt;
que existem em tua vida e viva cada hora com bom ânimo, dando o melhor de &lt;br /&gt;
ti, não prejudiques ninguém e sinta-se feliz de estar vivo, de poder &lt;br /&gt;
presentear um sorriso, de oferecer tua mão e tua ajuda generosa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nunca é tarde para mudar o rumo e começar a escrever páginas de felicidade e &lt;br /&gt;
paz no livro da vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Agradece a Deus o presente que Ele te dá hoje e a oportunidade de converter &lt;br /&gt;
este dia em uma página bela do livro de tua existência. Recorda que apesar &lt;br /&gt;
de todas as situações adversas, está unicamente em tuas mãos viver o dia de &lt;br /&gt;
hoje...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...Como se fosse o primeiro; o último, ou o único no livro da tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Que todos teus dias sejam de felicidades &lt;br /&gt;
e recheados de muita paz!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4558907042914454519-3334775728148067210?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/3334775728148067210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/cada-dia-vida-te-oferece-uma-pagina-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/3334775728148067210?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/3334775728148067210?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/cada-dia-vida-te-oferece-uma-pagina-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1rCc4dOuAc/TVyHIQpUNZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BYdZyJ9CqzQ/s72-c/ricca0p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0EAQXg7eCp7ImA9Wx9UGEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-5066978111868538630</id><published>2011-02-16T21:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:40:40.600-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-16T21:40:40.600-02:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5dEQyXa81c/TVxgQYboC7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/l_VFfsVG_k8/s1600/blogueiros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5dEQyXa81c/TVxgQYboC7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/l_VFfsVG_k8/s320/blogueiros.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oração do blogueiro&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blog nosso que estais no ar&lt;br /&gt;
Muito visitado seja esse blog&lt;br /&gt;
Venha a nós novos visitantes&lt;br /&gt;
Esteja no ar o editor do blog&lt;br /&gt;
Assim de manhã como de noite&lt;br /&gt;
A criatividade de cada dia nos dai hoje&lt;br /&gt;
Perdoai a nossa preguiça&lt;br /&gt;
Assim quando nós copiamos e a quem nos tem copiado&lt;br /&gt;
E não nos deixei desanimar de ser blogueiro&lt;br /&gt;
Mas livrai-nos dos vírus.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amém..e pode beber também que não faz mal pra ninguém !!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Enviada pelo meu amigo Eziquiel) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-5066978111868538630?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/5066978111868538630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/oracao-do-blogueiro-blog-nosso-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/5066978111868538630?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/5066978111868538630?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/oracao-do-blogueiro-blog-nosso-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5dEQyXa81c/TVxgQYboC7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/l_VFfsVG_k8/s72-c/blogueiros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YMRno9fSp7ImA9Wx9UGEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-6783895540057138816</id><published>2011-02-16T13:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:46:27.465-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-16T13:46:27.465-02:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1P8cJn-r_Xw/TVvwxM6yjZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/p3USh2mnoog/s1600/ac6d34c2e6f00dfd7868935uh3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1P8cJn-r_Xw/TVvwxM6yjZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/p3USh2mnoog/s400/ac6d34c2e6f00dfd7868935uh3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como eu desejo te abraçar agora! Sentir seu corpo, curtir seus beijos e  sentir na pele seu contato gostoso. Não vou conseguir viver longe de  você. A mudança não parece ser apenas de endereço, pois ela afastou você  de mim. Fiquei sozinha, tão infeliz e carente. &lt;br /&gt;
Já não tenho a toda hora seus afagos e carinhos. Seus beijos loucos e  seu corpo todo à minha disposição. Fiquei desamparada e só; como alguém  que ao perder tudo, se afasta ainda mais do pouco que restou. Preciso de  você já, neste instante, sem demora. &lt;br /&gt;
Acompanhei minha família nessa malfadada mudança, mas não julgava ser  tão grande a perda que ela me causou. Sem sua presença constante minha  vida não tem sentido. É impossível para mim viver longe de ti. Preciso  dar um jeito para estar novamente bem perto de você: Vens tu ou vou eu! &lt;br /&gt;
A vida perdeu os encantos sem o calor de sua presença.  Não serei a  mesma longe de seu amor e de seus carinhos. A distância está nos  afastando, temo pelo fim deste romance. Impossível viver sem você ao meu  lado. Longe de você nunca mais poderei ser feliz. &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/4558907042914454519-6783895540057138816?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/6783895540057138816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/como-eu-desejo-te-abracar-agora-sentir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/6783895540057138816?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/6783895540057138816?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/como-eu-desejo-te-abracar-agora-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1P8cJn-r_Xw/TVvwxM6yjZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/p3USh2mnoog/s72-c/ac6d34c2e6f00dfd7868935uh3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEACRXsyeSp7ImA9Wx9UF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-7989137848032858485</id><published>2011-02-15T15:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:59:24.591-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-15T15:59:24.591-02:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-quI5NRRu6AI/TVq-2jhXGxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7cZ84sVA2eU/s1600/ricca04496.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-quI5NRRu6AI/TVq-2jhXGxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7cZ84sVA2eU/s640/ricca04496.jpeg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-7989137848032858485?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/7989137848032858485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/7989137848032858485?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/7989137848032858485?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-quI5NRRu6AI/TVq-2jhXGxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7cZ84sVA2eU/s72-c/ricca04496.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUGRXk8eip7ImA9Wx9UFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-7511525455279352387</id><published>2011-02-14T12:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:20:24.772-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-14T12:20:24.772-02:00</app:edited><title>Maria Gadú - Lanterna dos Afogados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q5u0uPHDYhg?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-7511525455279352387?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/7511525455279352387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/maria-gadu-lanterna-dos-afogados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/7511525455279352387?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/7511525455279352387?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/maria-gadu-lanterna-dos-afogados.html' title='Maria Gadú - Lanterna dos Afogados'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkEERX4-eCp7ImA9Wx9UFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-934176336831946295</id><published>2011-02-14T11:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:36:44.050-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-14T11:36:44.050-02:00</app:edited><title>Sensível</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNFA5meZoCY/TVO0nnQAxJI/AAAAAAAABP0/U6frmnVUQrI/s1600/corpo+com+rosas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNFA5meZoCY/TVO0nnQAxJI/AAAAAAAABP0/U6frmnVUQrI/s320/corpo+com+rosas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Sensível, como os poetas quando criam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;e se enebriam ante a visão da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;é assim que eu me sinto quando te ouço cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;a tua voz me aquece, assim como se fosse uma aguardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;e se&amp;nbsp;sei que vou te encontrar, tremo feito um adolescente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;até&amp;nbsp; me corto quando vou me barbear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;instigantes, são as intermináveis madrugadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;que rondam insones procurando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;pelo olhar que além das mãos também&amp;nbsp;já leu meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;porque tua presença tem o dom de me impedir de lamentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;porque o querer, chega invade e não avisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;tangíveis, são as palavras que eu uso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;para significar os sentimentos que eu bem sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;pois são transparentes como os gestos que doei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;tão cúmplices quanto os versos que te dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;tão puras quanto os teus mais secretos anseios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;tão macias quanto as pétalas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;que em teu corpo e em tua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;com amor e com ternura&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;eu pra sempre semeei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Edu Toribe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Elcio Tuiribepi&lt;/span&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/4558907042914454519-934176336831946295?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/934176336831946295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/sensivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/934176336831946295?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/934176336831946295?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/sensivel.html' title='Sensível'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNFA5meZoCY/TVO0nnQAxJI/AAAAAAAABP0/U6frmnVUQrI/s72-c/corpo+com+rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQFSHY4eip7ImA9Wx9UFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-8520096509284023265</id><published>2011-02-14T10:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:25:19.832-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-14T10:25:19.832-02:00</app:edited><title>Deixas Em Mim Tanto De Ti - Pedro Abrunhosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XhnqwZxdWbg?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;À noite não têm braços&lt;br /&gt;
Que te impeçam de partir,&lt;br /&gt;
Nas sombras do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;
H mil sonhos por cumprir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;No sei quanto tempo fomos,&lt;br /&gt;
Nem sei se te trago em mim,&lt;br /&gt;
Sei do vento onde te invento, assim.&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei se luz da manha,&lt;br /&gt;
Nem sei o que resta em nos,&lt;br /&gt;
Sei das ruas que corremos SOS,&lt;br /&gt;
Porque tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Deixas em mim&lt;br /&gt;
Tanto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;
Matam-me os dias,&lt;br /&gt;
As mãos vazias de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A estrada ainda longa,&lt;br /&gt;
Cem quilômetros de chão,&lt;br /&gt;
Quando a espera não tem fim,&lt;br /&gt;
Há distância sem perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;No sei quanto tempo fomos,&lt;br /&gt;
Nem sei se te trago em mim,&lt;br /&gt;
Sei do vento onde te invento, assim.&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei se luz da manha,&lt;br /&gt;
Nem sei o que resta em nos,&lt;br /&gt;
Sei das ruas que corremos SOS,&lt;br /&gt;
Porque tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Deixas em mim&lt;br /&gt;
Tanto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;
Matam-me os dias,&lt;br /&gt;
As mos vazias de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Navegas escondida,&lt;br /&gt;
Perdes nas mos o meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;
Beijas-me um sopro de vida,&lt;br /&gt;
Como um barco abraça o porto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Porque tu,&lt;br /&gt;
Deixas em mim&lt;br /&gt;
Tanto de ti, &lt;br /&gt;
Matam-me os dias,&lt;br /&gt;
As mãos vazias de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-8520096509284023265?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/8520096509284023265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/deixas-em-mim-tanto-de-ti-pedro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/8520096509284023265?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/8520096509284023265?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/deixas-em-mim-tanto-de-ti-pedro.html' title='Deixas Em Mim Tanto De Ti - Pedro Abrunhosa'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEINQ3Y4eSp7ImA9Wx9UFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-5769736583655646951</id><published>2011-02-13T16:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:43:12.831-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-13T16:43:12.831-02:00</app:edited><title>Vende-se um coração...(Não é bem vendido e sim um presente, quem recebe um coração ganha um presente!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RaP05OpxQQE?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-5769736583655646951?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/5769736583655646951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/vende-se-um-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/5769736583655646951?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/5769736583655646951?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/vende-se-um-coracao.html' title='Vende-se um coração...(Não é bem vendido e sim um presente, quem recebe um coração ganha um presente!!!)'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0YNRHc7fip7ImA9Wx9UFkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-8718435228668854039</id><published>2011-02-13T15:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:46:35.906-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-13T15:46:35.906-02:00</app:edited><title>NINGUÉM TE AMOU ASSIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JVIZGlpBFYY?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-8718435228668854039?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/8718435228668854039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/ninguem-te-amou-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/8718435228668854039?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/8718435228668854039?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/ninguem-te-amou-assim.html' title='NINGUÉM TE AMOU ASSIM'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUIDRnY4eyp7ImA9Wx9UFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-6922772798788476065</id><published>2011-02-13T15:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:59:37.833-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-13T16:59:37.833-02:00</app:edited><title>Foste Tu - João Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J0DcLel6TR8?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma estrada colorida, uma história tão vivida, um livro aberto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foste tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A saudade a toda à hora, não me mata mas devora os meus sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foste tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não te vou esquecer, nem fugir de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amar, as vezes, faz doer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amor faz-me pensar em ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eras pedra preciosa, sensatez, alguém que um dia despertou em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foste tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tinhas o dom de seduzir-me,o dom de amar e persistir a minha ausência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foste tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não te vou esquecer, nem fugir de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amar, as vezes, faz doer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amor faz-me pensar em ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Entre a paixão e o adeus foi tão difícil pra mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;se te magoei n foi por mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ainda espero por ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;talvez um dia um sinal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É tão bom olhar para trás, recordar e passar em tantos sítios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que eram nossos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ainda tenho o teu anel, da cor da tua pele e desse beijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que era meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não te vou esquecer, nem fugir de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amar, as vezes, faz doer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amor faz-me pensar em ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não te vou esquecer, nem fugir de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amar, as vezes, faz doer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amor faz-me pensar em ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-6922772798788476065?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/6922772798788476065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/foste-tu-joao-portugal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/6922772798788476065?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/6922772798788476065?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/foste-tu-joao-portugal.html' title='Foste Tu - João Portugal'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkICRHg_eCp7ImA9Wx9UFU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-5339145682994526834</id><published>2011-02-12T16:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T16:16:05.640-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-12T16:16:05.640-02:00</app:edited><title>Sorriso Maroto - Ainda Existe Amor em Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PoN6l0aT0WE?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-5339145682994526834?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/5339145682994526834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/sorriso-maroto-ainda-existe-amor-em-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/5339145682994526834?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/5339145682994526834?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/sorriso-maroto-ainda-existe-amor-em-nos.html' title='Sorriso Maroto - Ainda Existe Amor em Nós'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkMMSH85eyp7ImA9Wx9UFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-8493050203196472615</id><published>2011-02-11T16:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:54:49.123-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-11T16:54:49.123-02:00</app:edited><title>A maior das vontades</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://texto-sentido.blogspot.com/2010/04/maior-das-vontades.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arcx9yPNO4k/TVWFkOig0nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ECqBLRPV1uM/s1600/caminho.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arcx9yPNO4k/TVWFkOig0nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ECqBLRPV1uM/s320/caminho.JPG" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tinha tudo pra ser amor. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Mais não foi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Volto pra fila de espera.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tinha tudo pra ser amor, e um amor daqueles.&lt;br /&gt;
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Com gosto de aventura,&lt;br /&gt;
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Com cheiro de pecado,&lt;br /&gt;
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Com suspiros de cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;
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Com um pouco de tudo que duas almas jovens anseiam.&lt;br /&gt;
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Você tinha tudo pra ser o amor que eu tenho urgência.&lt;br /&gt;
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O amor pra já, de pressa, de carência.&lt;br /&gt;
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Amor de sede e de fome.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aquele amor quente de longe e de perto.&lt;br /&gt;
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Amor de descoberta constante.&lt;br /&gt;
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De crise de consciência e tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Um amor atemporal,&lt;br /&gt;
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Daqueles que se vive apenas por um tempo mas não se esquece jamais.&lt;br /&gt;
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Amor não feito para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas certamente eternizado nessas saudades românticas &lt;br /&gt;
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que alimentam o espírito quando ficamos velhos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Você tinha tudo pra ser o cara da vez,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aquele que quebraria toda a empáfia da minha segurança atual.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aquele que me faria ansiar por encontros noturnos improvisados, &lt;br /&gt;
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que acontecem em lugares nada apropriados.&lt;br /&gt;
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Um amor bem mal planejado, intempestivo, que quebra barreiras.&lt;br /&gt;
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Amor na medida, de tão errado.&lt;br /&gt;
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Neste momento, é de um amor assim que eu preciso.&lt;br /&gt;
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Um amor ousado, uma paixão declaradamente paixão,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que quebre um pouco das tantas barreiras que eu construí em mim.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tinha tudo pra ser amor, prazer, calor, adrenalina &lt;br /&gt;
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e depois despedida.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pena. &lt;br /&gt;
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A despedida veio antes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ficamos na teoria de uma possível rebeldia, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Da intenção de construir uma fuga só nossa.&lt;br /&gt;
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De um capítulo de vida que só seria publicado depois que todos se fossem.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nem sequer começou &lt;br /&gt;
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Porque de tão utópica, foi vítima da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;
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E a realidade não é romântica. &lt;br /&gt;
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Muito menos cega, como pretendíamos.&lt;br /&gt;
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A realidade não é perfeita como o nosso plano,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas é eficiente para o cumprimento de regras chatas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ficamos na vontade.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lembrarei de você como um amor que, sim,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Poderia mesmo ter sido,&lt;br /&gt;
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Que eu gostaria que tivesse acontecido,&lt;br /&gt;
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E que seria muito bom. Deixaria marcas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas que a minha atual caretice não comporta, não sustenta.&lt;br /&gt;
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Resta-me, novamente, a resignação.&lt;br /&gt;
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E aqui, de volta na fila de espera,&lt;br /&gt;
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Lembrarei dessa vontade que ficou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-8493050203196472615?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/8493050203196472615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/maior-das-vontades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/8493050203196472615?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/8493050203196472615?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/maior-das-vontades.html' title='A maior das vontades'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arcx9yPNO4k/TVWFkOig0nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ECqBLRPV1uM/s72-c/caminho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYDRn8-cCp7ImA9Wx9UFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-6694763405416430811</id><published>2011-02-11T16:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:49:37.158-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-11T16:49:37.158-02:00</app:edited><title>Ver-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbC4pU6OTTo/THlwiU-2AEI/AAAAAAAACr0/vMBvgcAYtno/s1600/caminho_pb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbC4pU6OTTo/THlwiU-2AEI/AAAAAAAACr0/vMBvgcAYtno/s320/caminho_pb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhar-te é o meu consolo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso ver-te todos os dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo que não possa tocá-lo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apreciar-te me acaricia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E agora, como será?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;É mais do que uma parede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isso que colocaram entre nossos olhares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;É a distância, é a sede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como convencer meus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dessa condição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se desde o primeiro encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eles te despertaram ao meu coração?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vendo-te é que aprendi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A admirar-te nos detalhes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A reconhecer-te nas minúcias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desde os primeiros olhares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que tristes serão meus dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem você, seus traços, seu sorriso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serei privada de minhas alegrias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhar-te me fez descobrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a vida nada mais é do que surpresa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você ressuscitou em mim o querer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Derrubou todas as minhas certezas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Longe de você volto à rotina seca e dura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morre toda a graça daqui em diante:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não há fantasia nem sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem você ao meu alcance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Aliz) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-6694763405416430811?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/6694763405416430811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/ver-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/6694763405416430811?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/6694763405416430811?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/ver-te.html' title='Ver-te'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbC4pU6OTTo/THlwiU-2AEI/AAAAAAAACr0/vMBvgcAYtno/s72-c/caminho_pb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AESX07fCp7ImA9Wx9UFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-101321144652777915</id><published>2011-02-11T16:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:41:48.304-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-11T16:41:48.304-02:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aqui ou noutro lugar, que pode ser feio ou bonito, se nós estivermos juntos, haverá um céu azul..." height="297" id="Image39_img" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQDj-QqZ9E8/TCAPuGey3lI/AAAAAAAAA7U/hhQvVldUzuY/S350/5488235_FhEdA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aqui ou noutro lugar, que pode ser feio ou bonito, se nós estivermos juntos, haverá um céu azul...&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-101321144652777915?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/101321144652777915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/aqui-ou-noutro-lugar-que-pode-ser-feio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/101321144652777915?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/101321144652777915?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/aqui-ou-noutro-lugar-que-pode-ser-feio.html' title=''/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0IGR3g4fCp7ImA9Wx9UFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-6897111197964096655</id><published>2011-02-11T16:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:38:46.634-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-11T16:38:46.634-02:00</app:edited><title>Cuidar do jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ1PEwKRkfo/TVHxz_FU23I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/LULMEGbAHFw/s1600/MULHER%2BROSAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571500089443408754" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZ1PEwKRkfo/TVHxz_FU23I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/LULMEGbAHFw/s320/MULHER%2BROSAS.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 276px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quando digo para você cuidar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;das pessoas que estão a nossa volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;não digo apenas porque é delicado ou bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;mas pelo sucesso e crescimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;do que a gente sente um pelo outro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;porque cuidar de um Jardim requer carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;e atenção não só do jardineiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;mas também da flor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;outro dia, em um momento de poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;pedi às flores do teu jardim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;que cuidassem bem daqueles que amamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;porque a felicidade de quem a gente gosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;é uma flor no Jardim de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;e mais do que nunca a humanidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;precisa ser regada todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: arial;"&gt;Pedro Morodin&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/4558907042914454519-6897111197964096655?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/6897111197964096655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/cuidar-do-jardim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/6897111197964096655?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru7tjON8etE/TVV6EfN74JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eOzOYONm9kQ/s1600/romantico_tuga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru7tjON8etE/TVV6EfN74JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eOzOYONm9kQ/s320/romantico_tuga.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Um homem que trabalha com as mãos é um operário; um homem que  trabalha com as mãos e o cérebro é um artesão; mas um homem que trabalha  com as mãos e o cérebro e o coração é um artista."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                                      Louis Nizer&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/4558907042914454519-7882334513918070666?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru7tjON8etE/TVV6EfN74JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eOzOYONm9kQ/s72-c/romantico_tuga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUMARn8_fSp7ImA9Wx9UFE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-7099166631693262277</id><published>2011-02-11T13:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:17:27.145-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-11T13:17:27.145-02:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mIm3hcc6lzE?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na encruzilhada silenciosa do destino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando as estrelas se multiplicaram,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;duas sombras errantes se encontraram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A primeira falou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Nasci de um beijo de luz, sou força, vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alma e esplendor....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trago em mim toda a sede do desejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toda a ânsia do Universo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou o Amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Mundo sinto enxágüe em meus pés!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou delírio, loucura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E tu, quem és?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A segunda:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Eu nasci de uma lágrima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou flama do teu incêndio que devora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivo dos olhos tristes de quem ama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para os olhos nevoentos de quem chora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dizem que vim ao mundo para ser boa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para dar do meu sangue a quem queira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou a Saudade, a tua companheira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que punge, que consola e que perdoa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na encruzilhada silenciosa do Destino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as duas sombras comovidas se abraçaram,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e, desde então, o Amor e a Saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nunca mais se separaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-7099166631693262277?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/7099166631693262277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/na-encruzilhada-silenciosa-do-destino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/7099166631693262277?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/7099166631693262277?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/na-encruzilhada-silenciosa-do-destino.html' title=''/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4BQXo-cCp7ImA9Wx9UEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-3879923045680881064</id><published>2011-02-09T15:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:35:50.458-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-09T15:35:50.458-02:00</app:edited><title>Tela - Santos &amp; Pecadores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kH3WdpTR-ag?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero pintar a minha vida de todas as cores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero pintar...por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando chegar o momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa-te pintar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa-te levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa-te pintar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na minha sala sob a luz do luar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perde-te no tempo... deixa-te levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pintei o teu corpo numa tela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esculpi o teu rosto à luz da vela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pintei o teu corpo... pintei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero pintar a minha vida de todas as cores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vou-me lembrar... de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando chegar o momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa-te levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixo-me encantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa-te pintar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na minha sala sob a luz do luar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perde-te no tempo... deixa-te levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pintei o teu corpo numa tela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esculpi o teu rosto à luz da vela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pintei o teu corpo... pintei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-3879923045680881064?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/3879923045680881064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/tela-santos-pecadores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/3879923045680881064?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/3879923045680881064?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/tela-santos-pecadores.html' title='Tela - Santos &amp; Pecadores'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU8HRXg4fSp7ImA9Wx9UEUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-1103702200138792023</id><published>2011-02-08T12:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T12:03:54.635-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-08T12:03:54.635-02:00</app:edited><title>"João Pedro Pais -  Ninguém É De Ninguém"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ghmGTkpPKsw?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conta-me histórias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A que eu gostaria de voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho saudades de momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que nunca mais vou encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida talvez sejam só 3 dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero andar sempre devagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até a ti chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo quando se ama alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando a vida nos contém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando dorme a meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando fico acordado vendo-te dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um raio de sol através de um vidro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faz-me por vezes hesitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na vontade de estar contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo dia paira no ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paira no ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo quando se ama alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando a vida nos contém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando dorme a meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém é de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando fico acordado vendo-te dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-1103702200138792023?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/1103702200138792023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/joao-pedro-pais-ninguem-e-de-ninguem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/1103702200138792023?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/1103702200138792023?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/joao-pedro-pais-ninguem-e-de-ninguem.html' title='&quot;João Pedro Pais -  Ninguém É De Ninguém&quot;'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQNRn45cSp7ImA9Wx9UEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-2787768124671305154</id><published>2011-02-08T09:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:59:57.029-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-08T09:59:57.029-02:00</app:edited><title>O Meu Amor é Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 452px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="justify" id="HOTWordsTxt" name="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4euwfB5PYw/TVEvxSlXahI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dKpCmuXDnX0/s1600/Love_Hearts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4euwfB5PYw/TVEvxSlXahI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dKpCmuXDnX0/s320/Love_Hearts.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Direi a ti em versos a força do meu amor &lt;a href="http://www.superfrases.com/#" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted; color: red; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Darei a ti meu corpo e minh'alma&lt;br /&gt;
E muito provavelmente perguntaras a mim: O que devo dar-te?&lt;br /&gt;
Nada, absolutamente nada... quero apenas que tu aceites esse amor louco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Louco porque é um amor sem barreiras&lt;br /&gt;
Um amor onde tudo pode acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;
E digo-lhe ainda que&lt;br /&gt;
Amar-te vai muito além da fronteira do amor.&lt;br /&gt;
Amar-te é como uma chama que queima e atinge profundamente meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu amado deixe-me entrar no seu mundo de amor&lt;br /&gt;
Quero ao seu lado encontrar a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superfrases.com/#" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted; color: red; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e contigo ficar&lt;br /&gt;
Juntos poderemos construir um "oásis" na sua plenitude... e chamá-lo de nosso lar&lt;br /&gt;
Podemos ainda encontrar na música... o ritmo da alegria de estarmos juntos&lt;br /&gt;
E assim dançar, passos perfeitos de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te amo e não posso conter esse sentimento... um sentimento que quer sair, que quer liberdade...&lt;br /&gt;
Que quer gritar para o Universo que esse sentimento é amor... o amor que sinto por ti...&lt;br /&gt;
Nós dois somos como o mar e a areia, o céu e as estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;
Você me completa... você é meu tudo... você é o meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enfim o meu oásis é você...&lt;br /&gt;
Você é o oásis que quero habitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4558907042914454519-2787768124671305154?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/2787768124671305154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-meu-amor-e-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/2787768124671305154?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/2787768124671305154?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-meu-amor-e-assim.html' title='O Meu Amor é Assim'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H4euwfB5PYw/TVEvxSlXahI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dKpCmuXDnX0/s72-c/Love_Hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUGRXc7fSp7ImA9Wx9UEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-6468342608770243983</id><published>2011-02-08T09:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:23:44.905-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-08T09:23:44.905-02:00</app:edited><title>O Meu Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4euwfB5PYw/TVEnegUZwlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LddtbrVkLP0/s1600/amor1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4euwfB5PYw/TVEnegUZwlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LddtbrVkLP0/s320/amor1.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O meu amor tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;br /&gt;
E que me deixa louca quando me beija a boca&lt;br /&gt;
A minha pele toda fica arrepiada&lt;br /&gt;
E me beija com calma e fundo&lt;br /&gt;
Até minh'alma se sentir beijada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu amor tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;br /&gt;
Que rouba os meus sentidos, viola os meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;
Com tantos segredos lindos e indecentes&lt;br /&gt;
Depois brinca comigo, ri do meu umbigo&lt;br /&gt;
E me crava os dentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou sua menina, viu? E ele é o meu rapaz&lt;br /&gt;
Meu corpo é testemunha do bem que ele me faz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu amor tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;br /&gt;
Que me deixa maluca, quando me roça a nuca&lt;br /&gt;
E quase me machuca com a barba mal feita&lt;br /&gt;
E de pousar as coxas entre as minhas coxas&lt;br /&gt;
Quando ele se deita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu amor tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;br /&gt;
De me fazer rodeios, de me beijar os seios&lt;br /&gt;
Me beijar o ventre e me deixar em brasa&lt;br /&gt;
Desfruta do meu corpo como se o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;
Fosse a sua casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou sua menina, viu? E ele é o meu rapaz&lt;br /&gt;
Meu corpo é testemunha do bem que ele me faz&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/4558907042914454519-6468342608770243983?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/6468342608770243983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/6468342608770243983?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/6468342608770243983?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-meu-amor.html' title='O Meu Amor'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H4euwfB5PYw/TVEnegUZwlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LddtbrVkLP0/s72-c/amor1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQNQ3o9fSp7ImA9Wx9UEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-6315607177834728629</id><published>2011-02-08T09:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:09:52.465-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-08T09:09:52.465-02:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8IhqXDQkWpQ?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Carinhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Composição: Pixinguinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu coração, não sei por que&lt;br /&gt;
Bate feliz quando te vê&lt;br /&gt;
E os meus olhos ficam sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;
E pelas ruas vão te seguindo&lt;br /&gt;
Mas mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;
Foges de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah se tu soubesses como sou tão carinhosa&lt;br /&gt;
E o muito, muito que te quero&lt;br /&gt;
E como é sincero o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei que tu não fugirias mais de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem, vem, vem, vem&lt;br /&gt;
Vem sentir o calor dos lábios meus a procura dos teus&lt;br /&gt;
Vem matar essa paixão que me devora o coração&lt;br /&gt;
E só assim então serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;
Bem feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah se tu soubesses como sou tão carinhosa&lt;br /&gt;
E o muito, muito que te quero&lt;br /&gt;
E como é sincero o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei que tu não fugirias mais de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem, vem, vem, vem&lt;br /&gt;
Vem sentir o calor dos lábios meus a procura dos teus&lt;br /&gt;
Vem matar essa paixão que me devora o coração&lt;br /&gt;
E só assim então serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;
Bem feliz&lt;/span&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/4558907042914454519-6315607177834728629?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/6315607177834728629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/carinhoso-composicao-pixinguinha-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/6315607177834728629?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/6315607177834728629?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/carinhoso-composicao-pixinguinha-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkMHQH0zeCp7ImA9Wx9UEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4558907042914454519.post-4416153041017895565</id><published>2011-02-08T08:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T08:20:31.380-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-08T08:20:31.380-02:00</app:edited><title>Saudade dói... e muito mais a saudade de algo que não vivemos!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z26vc9kCHqY?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4558907042914454519-4416153041017895565?l=sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/feeds/4416153041017895565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/saudade-doi-e-muito-mais-saudade-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/4416153041017895565?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4558907042914454519/posts/default/4416153041017895565?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosmeuseseus.blogspot.com/2011/02/saudade-doi-e-muito-mais-saudade-de.html' title='Saudade dói... e muito mais a saudade de algo que não vivemos!!!!'/><author><name>Mejda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15741000160581570002</uri><email>mejdabrasil@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04812661455566980508'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>