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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYBQXc_fip7ImA9WhdaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359</id><updated>2011-10-19T23:29:10.946-02:00</updated><category term="vetor" /><category term="logotipo" /><category term="josé augusto" /><category term="movimento brasil" /><category term="Carrefour" /><category term="bispo do rosario" /><category term="lojas esplanada" /><category term="Série Educar" /><category term="construlabor" /><category term="pilates" /><category term="dvd" /><category term="prédio" /><category term="zeca pagodinho" /><category term="site" /><category term="jorge aragão" /><category term="natal" /><category term="cd's" /><category term="myumbriahouse" /><category term="digipack" /><category term="brisas del mar" /><category term="Otoch" /><category term="dose dupla" /><category term="release" /><category term="Série Evangelizar" /><category term="fábio junior" /><title>A Flor Que Desesperadamente Sorri</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/thaoliveira" /><feedburner:info uri="thaoliveira" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QHQHs9fCp7ImA9WhdWEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-7662941935293812183</id><published>2011-09-04T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T11:08:51.564-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-04T11:08:51.564-03:00</app:edited><title>Cielo</title><content type="html">E o dia se deita em rosa...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Para descansar na noite estrelada dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
que surgem dentro da Lua...Cheia Lua...&lt;br /&gt;
Lua que reluz e invade &lt;br /&gt;
na calada tão tardia da noite&lt;br /&gt;
o calor do Sol&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E o dia se levanta em azul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-7662941935293812183?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/7662941935293812183/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=7662941935293812183&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/7662941935293812183?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/7662941935293812183?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/QwB4SenTvIQ/cielo.html" title="Cielo" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/09/cielo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFQnw9eCp7ImA9WhdQEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-976370468503704082</id><published>2011-08-12T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:25:13.260-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-12T00:25:13.260-03:00</app:edited><title>Somos de(a) Lua</title><content type="html">Faz parte de nós as fases da Lua: minguar, encher, inovar ou crescer!&lt;br /&gt;
Às vezes tudo junto, intensamente, às vezes cada uma no seu lugar...e a transição de uma fase pra outra assusta até a própria LUA... &lt;br /&gt;
E pra tudo voltar ao "normal" surgem as estrelas, que emanam um brilho delicadamente intenso, e acalmam... meu EU de LUA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-976370468503704082?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/976370468503704082/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=976370468503704082&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/976370468503704082?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/976370468503704082?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/4I_k2-zTHOQ/somos-dea-lua.html" title="Somos de(a) Lua" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/08/somos-dea-lua.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNSH0_fCp7ImA9WhZbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-1575041625621207875</id><published>2011-06-25T02:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T02:21:39.344-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-25T02:21:39.344-03:00</app:edited><title>pesa.delo</title><content type="html">sonhei que essa noite te teria em meus braços&lt;br /&gt;
te tocaria pela nuca e puxaria seus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;
te morderia e te beijaria docemente, &lt;br /&gt;
sentindo teu corpo derreter no meu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
acordei no susto &lt;br /&gt;
senti somente a cama fria...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-1575041625621207875?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/1575041625621207875/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=1575041625621207875&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/1575041625621207875?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/1575041625621207875?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/nJ8QdqqaKJ4/pesadelo.html" title="pesa.delo" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/06/pesadelo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8HQ3oyfCp7ImA9WhZbF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-8867714996405186723</id><published>2011-06-23T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:13:52.494-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-23T00:13:52.494-03:00</app:edited><title>O céu confuso</title><content type="html">O sol brilhava como nunca naquela manhã, era ele o espetáculo do céu, era a sua vez de mostrar sua juba leonina e iluminar todos as inseguranças do céu, fazendo tudo se esconder e parecer tranquilamente aquecido... &lt;br /&gt;
Silenciosamente a lua transparente e quase que imperceptível, de corpo grande e uma beleza inexplicável, ainda ali sem ter coragem de ir embora fica a espera de que nesse céu seu espetáculo ainda seja apreciado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-8867714996405186723?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/8867714996405186723/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=8867714996405186723&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/8867714996405186723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/8867714996405186723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/FN9ZJEaDGvU/o-ceu-confuso.html" title="O céu confuso" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-ceu-confuso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAASX8-fyp7ImA9WhZUFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-8670472166141854956</id><published>2011-06-09T21:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:45:48.157-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-09T21:45:48.157-03:00</app:edited><title>Todas as Manhãs</title><content type="html">Uma avenida com motores barulhentos passa entre nós&lt;br /&gt;
e quase todas as manhãs&lt;br /&gt;
Quando te vejo do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Os pássaros cantam alto&lt;br /&gt;
meu coração pulsa nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;
e tudo se torna música&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Os segundos intermináveis tardam a passar,&lt;br /&gt;
o semáforo abre, e enfim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto teu perfume me levar mais docemente ao meu destino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-8670472166141854956?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/8670472166141854956/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=8670472166141854956&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/8670472166141854956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/8670472166141854956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/sYFa457oCPE/todas-as-manhas.html" title="Todas as Manhãs" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/06/todas-as-manhas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MESH4-fSp7ImA9WhZUFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-925706065474237735</id><published>2011-06-09T01:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T01:56:49.055-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-09T01:56:49.055-03:00</app:edited><title>Cor.ação!</title><content type="html">Pobre menina que não entendia seu coração, se é que ela ainda tinha um... Depois de ferir tantos outros preferiu doá-lo a quem pudesse usá-lo com mais cuidado... Um longo tempo se passou... E numa tarde fria, a liberdade o encontrou e do coração da menina fez bolinhas de sabão... E livres se estouraram silenciosamente no pólen de uma única flor!!! E o coração da menina levemente voltou a se apaixonar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-925706065474237735?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/925706065474237735/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=925706065474237735&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/925706065474237735?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/925706065474237735?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/gWGIPbAHYK0/coracao.html" title="Cor.ação!" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/06/coracao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEERH4-fyp7ImA9WhZUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-5262042214368620429</id><published>2011-06-07T00:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:16:45.057-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-07T00:16:45.057-03:00</app:edited><title>...e a Lua hoje não sorriu!</title><content type="html">Atrás das nuvens&lt;br /&gt;
negramente densas&lt;br /&gt;
a lua hoje não vê motivos para sorrir&lt;br /&gt;
pois aqueles olhos que ontem a olhavam com ternura&lt;br /&gt;
se perderam por entre os pingos de chuva confusos&lt;br /&gt;
que caíram no meio de sua madrugada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-5262042214368620429?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/5262042214368620429/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=5262042214368620429&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/5262042214368620429?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/5262042214368620429?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/Tn3hKvp2sho/e-lua-hoje-nao-sorriu.html" title="...e a Lua hoje não sorriu!" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-lua-hoje-nao-sorriu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YCSXo7eip7ImA9WhZWEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-1279778012786044697</id><published>2011-05-10T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:46:08.402-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-10T20:46:08.402-03:00</app:edited><title>Bacante..........</title><content type="html">Perder as rédeas&lt;br /&gt;
Cuspir nas regras&lt;br /&gt;
mergulhar num mar de orgias&lt;br /&gt;
e saciar o vinho anti-sacração&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deixa-te de moralismo&lt;br /&gt;
e vem provar &lt;br /&gt;
desta pétala adocicada&lt;br /&gt;
pelos meus lábios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-1279778012786044697?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/1279778012786044697/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=1279778012786044697&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/1279778012786044697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/1279778012786044697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/1OrUDlA2jAk/bacante.html" title="Bacante.........." /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/05/bacante.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIDQXo4eip7ImA9WhZXGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-1312373688455262492</id><published>2011-05-09T21:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:16:10.432-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-09T21:16:10.432-03:00</app:edited><title>desco.NEXO</title><content type="html">sente o seco,&lt;br /&gt;
de chuva inunda&lt;br /&gt;
meus segundos monótonos&lt;br /&gt;
desa.tensão&lt;br /&gt;
passa&lt;br /&gt;
ecoa versos musicados&lt;br /&gt;
em um destino pleno&lt;br /&gt;
machucado&lt;br /&gt;
pulmão machucado&lt;br /&gt;
respira com dificuldade&lt;br /&gt;
a dor&lt;br /&gt;
dá&lt;br /&gt;
solidão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-1312373688455262492?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/1312373688455262492/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=1312373688455262492&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/1312373688455262492?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/1312373688455262492?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/rCYvCSlEuHA/desconexo.html" title="desco.NEXO" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/05/desconexo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INQn44eSp7ImA9WhZXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-3890471153728592866</id><published>2011-05-08T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:33:13.031-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-08T00:33:13.031-03:00</app:edited><title>Dama da Noite</title><content type="html">Lábios delicados&lt;br /&gt;
e um sabor doce&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O doce mais gostoso que já provei&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto o perfume de Dama da Noite&lt;br /&gt;
A mais linda que já encontrei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-3890471153728592866?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/3890471153728592866/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=3890471153728592866&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/3890471153728592866?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/3890471153728592866?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/s0vnhai-XXg/dama-da-noite.html" title="Dama da Noite" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/05/dama-da-noite.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08HRHczeyp7ImA9WhZXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-128267524231584449</id><published>2011-05-07T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T23:30:35.983-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-07T23:30:35.983-03:00</app:edited><title>Quem é?</title><content type="html">Quem és tu que não te olhas&lt;br /&gt;
que te escondes&lt;br /&gt;
entre as dimensões fétidas&lt;br /&gt;
de tua mente moralista e duvidosa&lt;br /&gt;
que te importas com o olhar represado&lt;br /&gt;
do sujeito calado e mal-intencionado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Corres para frente do espelho&lt;br /&gt;
e te encaras por horas&lt;br /&gt;
para te olhares durante o desespero&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E acreditares, &lt;br /&gt;
É TUDO ISSO QUE TU TENS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-128267524231584449?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/128267524231584449/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=128267524231584449&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/128267524231584449?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/128267524231584449?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/k8e_heJWgwY/quem-e.html" title="Quem é?" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/05/quem-e.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcCSXg-fCp7ImA9WhZSF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-5897019443401100692</id><published>2011-04-02T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:01:08.654-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-02T23:01:08.654-03:00</app:edited><title>AmorTE</title><content type="html">do mundo secreto&lt;br /&gt;
surgem bolinhas de sabão&lt;br /&gt;
e os olhinhos brilhosos&lt;br /&gt;
espiam a &lt;br /&gt;
imaginação da tão inesperada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(A) MOR.TE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
um detalhe incapaz de arrependimento&lt;br /&gt;
sem escolha&lt;br /&gt;
que vem e vai ao silêncio&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e nós apenas mudos ficamos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-5897019443401100692?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/5897019443401100692/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=5897019443401100692&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/5897019443401100692?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/5897019443401100692?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/Jobx4m5JmmA/amorte.html" title="AmorTE" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/04/amorte.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMBQXY-eyp7ImA9Wx9aFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-5913381542821089866</id><published>2011-03-09T00:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:47:30.853-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-09T00:47:30.853-03:00</app:edited><title>Será a liberdade que os incomoda?</title><content type="html">Sob duas rodas&lt;br /&gt;
minhas asas descansam.&lt;br /&gt;
Busco o equilíbrio&lt;br /&gt;
para minha liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Para as insanas&lt;br /&gt;
máquinas motorizadas&lt;br /&gt;
me transformo em inimiga mortal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Como se as minhas singelas asas&lt;br /&gt;
pudessem ferir&lt;br /&gt;
a dignidade e o "poder"&lt;br /&gt;
deste ser ESCONDIDO&lt;br /&gt;
dentro de seus vidros condicionados,&lt;br /&gt;
sem sentir o que é&lt;br /&gt;
o vento de liberdade em seu rosto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-5913381542821089866?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/5913381542821089866/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=5913381542821089866&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/5913381542821089866?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/5913381542821089866?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/_XkZU8svq0Y/sera-liberdade-que-os-incomoda.html" title="Será a liberdade que os incomoda?" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/03/sera-liberdade-que-os-incomoda.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DQH8-fCp7ImA9Wx9VFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-2319319406641758345</id><published>2011-01-31T19:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:54:31.154-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-31T19:54:31.154-02:00</app:edited><title>Insanidades Femininas</title><content type="html">Já parou pra pensar o quanto&lt;br /&gt;
nós mulheres somos confusas?&lt;br /&gt;
Temos um misto de certezas&lt;br /&gt;
e depois de segundos um misto de incertezas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haja coração pra aguentar&lt;br /&gt;
as minhas e as delas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-2319319406641758345?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/2319319406641758345/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=2319319406641758345&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/2319319406641758345?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/2319319406641758345?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/QUUEbjc-RTk/insanidades-femininas.html" title="Insanidades Femininas" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/01/insanidades-femininas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBRnozeSp7ImA9Wx9XEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-5205690724558945968</id><published>2011-01-04T18:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:57:37.481-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-04T18:57:37.481-02:00</app:edited><title>Será Loucura ou Sofrimento?</title><content type="html">Ali enjaulados num parque&lt;br /&gt;
as crianças brincam&lt;br /&gt;
e borboletas amarelas&lt;br /&gt;
dão seu ar da graça&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E ela em uma loucura dolorosa&lt;br /&gt;
solta pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;
grita para o mundo ouvir&lt;br /&gt;
que graça&lt;br /&gt;
a vida dela não possui&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Des.Graça é o que ela chora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-5205690724558945968?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/5205690724558945968/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=5205690724558945968&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/5205690724558945968?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/5205690724558945968?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/h6-09ZqewVA/sera-loucura-ou-sofrimento.html" title="Será Loucura ou Sofrimento?" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2011/01/sera-loucura-ou-sofrimento.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cARng5fip7ImA9Wx9QFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-8025445311524165905</id><published>2010-12-30T01:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:17:27.626-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-30T01:17:27.626-02:00</app:edited><title>Na Calada da Noite</title><content type="html">Procuro o sono&lt;br /&gt;
calada&lt;br /&gt;
sem voz pra mais um pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;
ainda ha muita noite nessa estrada?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-8025445311524165905?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/8025445311524165905/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=8025445311524165905&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/8025445311524165905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/8025445311524165905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/MB9bqsb95D4/na-calada-da-noite.html" title="Na Calada da Noite" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2010/12/na-calada-da-noite.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ECQnYyfyp7ImA9Wx9QEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-756984341767074802</id><published>2010-12-24T16:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:34:23.897-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-24T16:34:23.897-02:00</app:edited><title>Pedaços</title><content type="html">Pedaços foram caindo no caminho&lt;br /&gt;
e ficaram apenas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;
de momentos especiais&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;
e sinto a brisa&lt;br /&gt;
daquele lugar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e sua presença&lt;br /&gt;
E.TERNA&lt;br /&gt;
comigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-756984341767074802?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/756984341767074802/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=756984341767074802&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/756984341767074802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/756984341767074802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/b7t1eVXQXNM/pedacos.html" title="Pedaços" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2010/12/pedacos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIESX4yfyp7ImA9Wx9QEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-3339151187280317562</id><published>2010-12-23T15:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:48:28.097-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-23T15:48:28.097-02:00</app:edited><title>Consolação</title><content type="html">No parque ao lado&lt;br /&gt;
pássaros gritam desesperadamente&lt;br /&gt;
Será que é um pedido de socorro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-3339151187280317562?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/3339151187280317562/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=3339151187280317562&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/3339151187280317562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/3339151187280317562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/_c87owM9fzE/consolacao.html" title="Consolação" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2010/12/consolacao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMQHY6eyp7ImA9Wx9RGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-4584434447039191695</id><published>2010-12-22T00:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:33:01.813-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-22T00:33:01.813-02:00</app:edited><title>Obscuros Comentários</title><content type="html">Nas mentes caminham&lt;br /&gt;
os delírios dançantes&lt;br /&gt;
de um veneno&lt;br /&gt;
puro de felicidade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-4584434447039191695?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/4584434447039191695/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=4584434447039191695&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/4584434447039191695?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/4584434447039191695?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/tlAM1H2XeVY/obscuros-comentarios.html" title="Obscuros Comentários" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2010/12/obscuros-comentarios.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIDRnkzeCp7ImA9Wx9RGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-4151323751756296019</id><published>2010-12-19T23:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:12:57.780-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-19T23:12:57.780-02:00</app:edited><title>Água Doce</title><content type="html">Há uma piscina &lt;br /&gt;
sob meus pés&lt;br /&gt;
e nela vejo mergulhar&lt;br /&gt;
as lágrimas que caem do céu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-4151323751756296019?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/4151323751756296019/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=4151323751756296019&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/4151323751756296019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/4151323751756296019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/fiLtvpRMrXk/agua-doce.html" title="Água Doce" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2010/12/agua-doce.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEBR3k9cSp7ImA9Wx9RFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-4188817227026846424</id><published>2010-12-18T09:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:44:16.769-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-18T09:44:16.769-02:00</app:edited><title>Partida</title><content type="html">Eu parto normal e grito&lt;br /&gt;
me arranque a dor à fórceps&lt;br /&gt;
enfie o mais fundo que puder&lt;br /&gt;
e puxe com toda a força&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas por favor,&lt;br /&gt;
me arranque a dor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E mesmo assim se ela continuar&lt;br /&gt;
prefiro então que me rasgue o ventre&lt;br /&gt;
e chegue ao coração&lt;br /&gt;
Mas me arranque a dor do amor&lt;br /&gt;
Amor esse que não me larga&lt;br /&gt;
então parta o meu parto do coração,&lt;br /&gt;
assim a dor do amor&lt;br /&gt;
partirá como eu parto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-4188817227026846424?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/4188817227026846424/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=4188817227026846424&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/4188817227026846424?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/4188817227026846424?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/fnixS13OASk/partida.html" title="Partida" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2010/12/partida.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQARX4-fip7ImA9Wx9REEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-7403025326417628522</id><published>2010-12-11T17:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:05:44.056-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-11T17:05:44.056-02:00</app:edited><title>Berço de Lua</title><content type="html">Brilho longo e distante&lt;br /&gt;
as nuvens escuras e densas&lt;br /&gt;
afastam-te de mim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E eu que só queria deitar&lt;br /&gt;
neste berço e me acalmar&lt;br /&gt;
E.TERNA.MENTE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-7403025326417628522?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/7403025326417628522/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=7403025326417628522&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/7403025326417628522?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/7403025326417628522?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/hKTZhhn90kQ/berco-de-lua.html" title="Berço de Lua" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2010/12/berco-de-lua.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NQXs6fyp7ImA9Wx5aEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-4163423492350745983</id><published>2010-11-07T06:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T07:43:10.517-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-07T07:43:10.517-02:00</app:edited><title>..............</title><content type="html">Gritos se afogam em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;
onde todas as minhas lágrimas estão presas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Paro de me mexer para que o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;
todo não se afogue em desespero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-4163423492350745983?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/4163423492350745983/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=4163423492350745983&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/4163423492350745983?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/4163423492350745983?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/dsrtD68Zpes/blog-post.html" title=".............." /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcARnk9fyp7ImA9Wx5aEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-6574684296282941386</id><published>2010-11-01T16:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T07:44:07.767-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-07T07:44:07.767-02:00</app:edited><title>El Mundo</title><content type="html">Estou acá en rededor de una&lt;br /&gt;
lluvia en español&lt;br /&gt;
Pretegida de las goticulas, &lt;br /&gt;
me cerqué del sol.&lt;br /&gt;
Que adentro de mis ojos &lt;br /&gt;
acalienta mis sueños.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-6574684296282941386?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/6574684296282941386/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=6574684296282941386&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/6574684296282941386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/6574684296282941386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/lB23qmkrtCI/el-mundo.html" title="El Mundo" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2010/11/el-mundo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04HQ3w6fCp7ImA9Wx5UGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131804321301597359.post-8685411461108381660</id><published>2010-10-24T12:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T12:52:12.214-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-24T12:52:12.214-02:00</app:edited><title>Além do Visível</title><content type="html">Sensivelmente modificada&lt;br /&gt;
mergulho em passividades profundas&lt;br /&gt;
na subestimação da vida&lt;br /&gt;
que fechou seu sorriso pra mim&lt;br /&gt;
e chorou o brilho de seus olhos em meus pés&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Restou visivelmente sua mente crua, vazia e sozinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131804321301597359-8685411461108381660?l=thaoliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/8685411461108381660/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131804321301597359&amp;postID=8685411461108381660&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/8685411461108381660?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131804321301597359/posts/default/8685411461108381660?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thaoliveira/~3/wE1-3P6mhno/alem-do-visivel.html" title="Além do Visível" /><author><name>Thaís Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16345714648184241518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mlvs_rW9Avw/TcYBCZta7hI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v4N4lTZwdtw/s220/tha_doidinha.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thaoliveira.blogspot.com/2010/10/alem-do-visivel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

