<?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/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:46:07.692-08:00</updated><category term='0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000'/><title type='text'>Aguasdoriomar</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog da poetisa Luci Vieira.Escritora, pedagoga, professora e bióloga
Amante da natureza e uma eterna criança!
Tenta, viver e reviver os momentos distintos da fases da desumana vida humana, leitora assídua de Nietzche,  e outros...Espero conseguir transmitir a importância , o valor e o peso das palavras em nossas vidas!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-33019901272413621</id><published>2008-08-10T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:18:29.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://leandratelles.blogspot.com/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-33019901272413621?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/33019901272413621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=33019901272413621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/33019901272413621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/33019901272413621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2008/08/httpleandratellesblogspotcom.html' title='http://leandratelles.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-1938136638498111855</id><published>2008-06-22T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:00:25.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde acaba a verdade e começa a mentira? Existem mentiras? Ou podem se tornar verdades?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SF6EpgGUE6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/49OWZxljRiA/s1600-h/Coroa+indio+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214751267067532194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SF6EpgGUE6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/49OWZxljRiA/s320/Coroa+indio+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não digo e nunca direi&lt;br /&gt;Teu perdão eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar, teu sentido&lt;br /&gt;Um gostar impreciso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um passado, um lugar&lt;br /&gt;Um estado de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Duas vidas ligadas&lt;br /&gt;Onde vou te encontrar?&lt;br /&gt;Em um dado momento&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto ao relento&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança vadia&lt;br /&gt;Carregada no vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade esquece passa&lt;br /&gt;Mas, um dia aparece&lt;br /&gt;E da dor, enternece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite se foi&lt;br /&gt;È dia...&lt;br /&gt;Amanhece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-1938136638498111855?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1938136638498111855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=1938136638498111855' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/1938136638498111855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/1938136638498111855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2008/06/onde-acaba-verdade-e-comea-mentira.html' title='Onde acaba a verdade e começa a mentira? Existem mentiras? Ou podem se tornar verdades?'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SF6EpgGUE6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/49OWZxljRiA/s72-c/Coroa+indio+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-6306688054111198442</id><published>2008-06-22T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:53:14.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SF6CoykOCYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4a511aycLyM/s1600-h/Coroa+indio+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214749055821678978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SF6CoykOCYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4a511aycLyM/s320/Coroa+indio+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais lindo olhar&lt;br /&gt;O mais lindo cantar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz me acalanta&lt;br /&gt;Me acorda, me torna&lt;br /&gt;Princesa&lt;br /&gt;Me faz de rara beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me traduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua mão me leva, conduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há caminhos novos, quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Dono de um brilho certo&lt;br /&gt;Verdade&lt;br /&gt;Reflexo&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que eu nunca fui! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-6306688054111198442?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6306688054111198442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=6306688054111198442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/6306688054111198442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/6306688054111198442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_5139.html' title=''/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SF6CoykOCYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4a511aycLyM/s72-c/Coroa+indio+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-7451761295802339257</id><published>2008-06-22T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:39:32.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SF6ALV-aoqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CFJ4DAsvSNQ/s1600-h/Coroa+indio+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214746350907466402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SF6ALV-aoqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CFJ4DAsvSNQ/s320/Coroa+indio+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-7451761295802339257?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7451761295802339257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=7451761295802339257' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7451761295802339257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7451761295802339257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SF6ALV-aoqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CFJ4DAsvSNQ/s72-c/Coroa+indio+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-825585350237999159</id><published>2008-06-22T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:33:25.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do próprio rosto, pode não ser...&lt;br /&gt;Um a imagem assim perto&lt;br /&gt;Pode não parecer&lt;br /&gt;Que as marcas do tempo,&lt;br /&gt; Tenta esconder,&lt;br /&gt;E transcorre soltas&lt;br /&gt; Para não perecer.&lt;br /&gt;Meia foto, meia imagem&lt;br /&gt;Meio dia, noite e meia&lt;br /&gt;Numa vela, a luz desvela&lt;br /&gt;Das estrelas, alumia&lt;br /&gt;Ate o raiar do dia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-825585350237999159?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/825585350237999159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=825585350237999159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/825585350237999159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/825585350237999159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2008/06/imagem-do-prprio-rosto-pode-no-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-2533575041875836740</id><published>2008-06-22T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:44:38.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida existe em mim, por que eu existo na vida, o antes foi nada, o agora ... Faz sentido!</title><content type='html'>Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais lindo olhar&lt;br /&gt;O mais lindo cantar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz me acalanta&lt;br /&gt;Me acorda, me torna&lt;br /&gt;Princesa&lt;br /&gt;Me faz de rara beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me traduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua mão me leva, conduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há  caminhos novos, quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Dono de um brilho certo&lt;br /&gt;Verdade&lt;br /&gt;Reflexo&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que eu nunca fui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-2533575041875836740?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2533575041875836740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=2533575041875836740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/2533575041875836740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/2533575041875836740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2008/06/vida-existe-em-mim-por-que-eu-existo-na.html' title='A vida existe em mim, por que eu existo na vida, o antes foi nada, o agora ... Faz sentido!'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-6258879144596380895</id><published>2007-12-31T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:43:57.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Você voltou, silencioso, contemplativo, lindo...Com saudades e vontade de ficar. Não importa, com será, importa sim o que você disse: Só quero agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/R3lUUTyNRzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EkDS2GTeUSU/s1600-h/Imag097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150240356759848754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/R3lUUTyNRzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EkDS2GTeUSU/s320/Imag097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um brinde, apenas um brinde.&lt;br /&gt;E o ano passou.&lt;br /&gt;dois minutos de alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Você retornou...&lt;br /&gt;Parece um conto de fadas,&lt;br /&gt;ou quem sabe apenas magia?&lt;br /&gt;Você de volta a meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas por um dia?&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o tempo marcado,&lt;br /&gt;A realidade e a verdade&lt;br /&gt;É que ter você em meus braços,&lt;br /&gt;era tudo que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sendo por um dia&lt;br /&gt;apenas um dia....&lt;br /&gt;Um brinde ao ano que começa&lt;br /&gt;A uma vida que inicia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leandra Telles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-6258879144596380895?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6258879144596380895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=6258879144596380895' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/6258879144596380895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/6258879144596380895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/12/voc-voltou-silencioso-comntemplativo.html' title='Você voltou, silencioso, contemplativo, lindo...Com saudades e vontade de ficar. Não importa, com será, importa sim o que você disse: Só quero agora'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/R3lUUTyNRzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EkDS2GTeUSU/s72-c/Imag097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-4946013241929074806</id><published>2007-12-28T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:31:14.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recanto das Letras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-4946013241929074806?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4946013241929074806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=4946013241929074806' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/4946013241929074806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/4946013241929074806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/12/recanto-das-letras.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br&quot;&gt;Recanto das Letras&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-4868675812203972392</id><published>2007-12-11T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:55:35.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEpois de ler Antologia de Florbela espanca, surgiu do nada... a poesia a seguir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/R18Ftw1NFMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hn4gLVsXalE/s1600-h/Imag096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142835583240705218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/R18Ftw1NFMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hn4gLVsXalE/s320/Imag096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nó na garganta&lt;br /&gt;Leandra Telles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse nó na garganta sobe e desce&lt;br /&gt;a cada instante ele cresce,&lt;br /&gt;formado por palavras não aceitas.,&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse um bolo.,&lt;br /&gt;mal feito, sem receita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento, me esforço, mas não desce.&lt;br /&gt;Me entala, me sufoca e lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;descem!&lt;br /&gt;Escorrem pelo meu rosto...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o gosto... mas&lt;br /&gt;esse nó na garganta só cresce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta o ar, não consigo respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Penso, repenso e nada acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Essa vontade de gritar e ter&lt;br /&gt;que calar, me enlouquece.&lt;br /&gt;E a cada minuto, em vez de sumir&lt;br /&gt;essa angustia cresce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo mais falar&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras estão&lt;br /&gt;perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;no labirinto de mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;onde transcorre minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Me aperta , o rosto&lt;br /&gt;esquenta e esse nó na garganta&lt;br /&gt;me enlouquece.&lt;br /&gt;É formado por injustiças&lt;br /&gt;egoísmo, solidão...&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que pensa diferente&lt;br /&gt;e se vê sozinha em uma&lt;br /&gt;multidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia consiga&lt;br /&gt;digerir essa fantasia...&lt;br /&gt;de querer mudar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;com as minhas poesias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez então consiga falar,&lt;br /&gt;soltar , desabafar, tantas&lt;br /&gt;palavras, represadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse nó desatar,&lt;br /&gt;e de meus olhos saiam esperança&lt;br /&gt;e de minhas palavras apenas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;De quando não conseguia falar!&lt;br /&gt;O nó na garganta desaparece,&lt;br /&gt;E aí a tal mudança...&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe, não acontece?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada Mineirinho pela foto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-4868675812203972392?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4868675812203972392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=4868675812203972392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/4868675812203972392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/4868675812203972392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/12/hoje-aps-ler-antologia-de-florbela.html' title='DEpois de ler Antologia de Florbela espanca, surgiu do nada... a poesia a seguir...'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/R18Ftw1NFMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hn4gLVsXalE/s72-c/Imag096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-7588970633624855808</id><published>2007-11-26T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:41:59.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aquele abraço de vida,literalmente,estava repleto e me  devolveu  a minha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/R0sFVlW736I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kb2IHXB2Z1c/s1600-h/Press_Focus_Abraco_Mediterranico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137205668309884834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/R0sFVlW736I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kb2IHXB2Z1c/s320/Press_Focus_Abraco_Mediterranico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Construi meu castelo,&lt;br /&gt;com todos os sonhos meus,&lt;br /&gt;veio o vento e o desfez,&lt;br /&gt;espalhando pelo ar,&lt;br /&gt;todas as minhas conquistas&lt;br /&gt;todo o meu pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como poeira de luz,&lt;br /&gt;eles voavam em magia.&lt;br /&gt;E segundo esse brilhao,&lt;br /&gt;numa noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;descobri um ser que refletia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecia um nada,&lt;br /&gt;uma imagem apenas,&lt;br /&gt;mas transpassava um azul,&lt;br /&gt;paz, e a brancura da água,&lt;br /&gt;era mudo! Não falava.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não usava as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;mas seus gestos então,&lt;br /&gt;me diziam tudo que havia,&lt;br /&gt;dentro de seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num lampejar de trovões,&lt;br /&gt;num clarear de raios,&lt;br /&gt;reunimos em nós&lt;br /&gt;tempestades e calmarias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma vida nova começava,&lt;br /&gt;explulsando a vazia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo rumo tomou,&lt;br /&gt;conta de nossos passos&lt;br /&gt;e tudo teve início,&lt;br /&gt;naquele mágico abraço!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-7588970633624855808?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7588970633624855808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=7588970633624855808' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7588970633624855808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7588970633624855808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/11/aquele-abrao-de-vidaliteralmenteestava.html' title='aquele abraço de vida,literalmente,estava repleto e me  devolveu  a minha'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/R0sFVlW736I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kb2IHXB2Z1c/s72-c/Press_Focus_Abraco_Mediterranico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-5688572273908261620</id><published>2007-10-31T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:27:02.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abençoadas, as malditas  palavras que chegaram na hora certa, quando já estava quase perdida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RykdFAoVUII/AAAAAAAAAHI/lGdLnkQM6tk/s1600-h/100_mulher_ondas_mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127661622643740802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RykdFAoVUII/AAAAAAAAAHI/lGdLnkQM6tk/s320/100_mulher_ondas_mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Abençoadas tuas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que chegaram na hora certa&lt;br /&gt;Exata de meus dias&lt;br /&gt;Me desiquilibraram,&lt;br /&gt;estontearam&lt;br /&gt;e me trouxeram de volta&lt;br /&gt;no outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostraram como é a vida&lt;br /&gt;como as pessoas são fingidas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o ser humano se engana,&lt;br /&gt;achando que está enganando aos outros&lt;br /&gt;Despenca, desmorona aos poucos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pena! Um dia terás percebido&lt;br /&gt;o quanto cavastes teu precepício&lt;br /&gt;Não espere nenhuma mão a te ajudar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois quandos tinhas, alguém disposto&lt;br /&gt;Preferiu ignorar, por puro egoísmo, por medo?&lt;br /&gt;Sei , lá,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas entendi, que estava me perdendo&lt;br /&gt;Em terreno infértil&lt;br /&gt;Procurava , sentimento onde nunca houve&lt;br /&gt;onde , o amor era estéril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fracassei não sei&lt;br /&gt;Somente posso te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;nunca desejei estar em teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois deve ser muito ruim saber&lt;br /&gt;Que se perdeu um bem querer&lt;br /&gt;Com muita capacidade de amar!&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/3213448317287444343-5688572273908261620?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5688572273908261620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=5688572273908261620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/5688572273908261620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/5688572273908261620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/abenoadas-tuas-palavras-que-chegaram-na.html' title='Abençoadas, as malditas  palavras que chegaram na hora certa, quando já estava quase perdida...'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RykdFAoVUII/AAAAAAAAAHI/lGdLnkQM6tk/s72-c/100_mulher_ondas_mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-2684233578854735033</id><published>2007-10-31T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:07:43.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho apenas mais um sonho...mineiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RykYfwoVUHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VzQFTyk_j7o/s1600-h/homem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127656584647102578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RykYfwoVUHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VzQFTyk_j7o/s320/homem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naquelas águas tranquilas&lt;br /&gt;Dormia um grande desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anseio de luar sério&lt;br /&gt;Envolto em nuvem de misterio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um simples abandono&lt;br /&gt;de um mineirinho sem dono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um suspiro tristonho&lt;br /&gt;De entrega no estranho sono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma emoção enorme&lt;br /&gt;Encobre uma angústia enquanto dormes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante uma noite mal dormida&lt;br /&gt;Soam palavras tingidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcadas pra toda as nossa vidas!&lt;br /&gt;Ardentes, carinhosas, sentidas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-2684233578854735033?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2684233578854735033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=2684233578854735033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/2684233578854735033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/2684233578854735033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/um-sonho-apenas-mais-um-sonhomineiro.html' title='Um sonho apenas mais um sonho...mineiro'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RykYfwoVUHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VzQFTyk_j7o/s72-c/homem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-5250871438994876998</id><published>2007-10-30T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:25:28.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Façamos um brinde! A mais esse trabalho maravilhoso de Marcos Vieira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyesRQoVUGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YOjsZ5E9NTg/s1600-h/3289181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127256113306488930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyesRQoVUGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YOjsZ5E9NTg/s320/3289181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Obrigada, por enriquecer meu blog com teus trabalhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Confiram toda a beleza, visitem&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Album.aspx?uid=4566678154567765502&amp;amp;p=3"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Album.aspx?uid=4566678154567765502&amp;amp;p=3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um copo, uma taça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O que importa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pode conter tanta coisa preciosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Depende do momento pode ter um remédio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;um veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que podem se converter ,misturando os papéis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nublando, a vida ou colorindo-a em tons pastéis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Está em tuas mãos decidir, escolher então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O que queres beber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A vida? A morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ou simplesmente queres viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;deixar acontecer cada momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sem perceber, sem pressentir o que pode acontecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Luci Vieira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/3213448317287444343-5250871438994876998?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5250871438994876998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=5250871438994876998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/5250871438994876998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/5250871438994876998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/faamos-um-brinde-mais-esse-trabalho.html' title='Façamos um brinde! A mais esse trabalho maravilhoso de Marcos Vieira'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyesRQoVUGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YOjsZ5E9NTg/s72-c/3289181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-2300006521831416502</id><published>2007-10-30T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:08:07.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho de Meu Amigo Marcos Vieira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyepFwoVUFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QtqXX40OvUw/s1600-h/marci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127252617203109970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyepFwoVUFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QtqXX40OvUw/s320/marci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Album.aspx?uid=4566678154567765502&amp;amp;p=4"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Album.aspx?uid=4566678154567765502&amp;amp;p=4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Marcos fotografa com a alma e sentimento, ação de quem ama e admira e principalmente respeita a natureza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Grande trabalho, Parabéns! Vale a pena conferir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Leandra Telles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O sol clareia as palhas do coqueiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Enche de luz aquele verdejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tanta beleza me remete a ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tanta luz me traz teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sem ele não encontro o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sem caminho não consigo chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Até onde me levas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quando abre teu sorriso e diz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;vem , vem me amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3213448317287444343-2300006521831416502?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2300006521831416502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=2300006521831416502' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/2300006521831416502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/2300006521831416502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/trabalho-de-meu-amigo-marcos-vieira.html' title='Trabalho de Meu Amigo Marcos Vieira'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyepFwoVUFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QtqXX40OvUw/s72-c/marci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-3587897105722024689</id><published>2007-10-29T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:48:13.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O caçador de pérolas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Passava seus dias a procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Contava os minutos pra te achar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Ryel1goVUEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aBF-aoqH5oM/s1600-h/ilhagrande_praia14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127249039495352386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Ryel1goVUEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aBF-aoqH5oM/s320/ilhagrande_praia14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Buscava sorrisos em rostos vazios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mas, buscava, não desistia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sempre vivia a procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Insistia... queria ver o brilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;O frescor da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;O calor das noites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;o cheiro da primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tudo isso ele buscava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;esperava encontar tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;nos olhos dela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;E numa bela manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quando o sol nascia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ele avistou entre os raios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Aquela doce magia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Deusa das águas do mar , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;pois dele ela surgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Feliz sorridente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ausente do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;presente nos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Momentos mágico, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;olhos se encontrando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;E de seus lábios então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Finalmente surgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;um sorriso tão lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Como o brilho das pérolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Que ele do fundo do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sempre trazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Olhares se encontraram ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;mas, nada falaram seus corpos ardentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tremiam contentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Pois sabiam dementes que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;a busca acabara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ele achara o que queria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ela encontrara o que sonhara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Um sonho acabou, um amor nasceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Duas vidas morreram e uma , única nasceu!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa foto é De Angra dos Reis, Rj. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo esse Lugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-3587897105722024689?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3587897105722024689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=3587897105722024689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/3587897105722024689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/3587897105722024689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-caador-de-prolas.html' title='O caçador de pérolas'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Ryel1goVUEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aBF-aoqH5oM/s72-c/ilhagrande_praia14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-7940789560622702042</id><published>2007-10-29T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:20:08.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a parte biológica fala mais forte, quanda a natureza grita dentro de mim... Num desses momentos , frequentes  surge:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyZ3wAoVUCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/z37brrKrtlI/s1600-h/arqui20022007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126916892494483490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyZ3wAoVUCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/z37brrKrtlI/s320/arqui20022007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://eananet.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://eananet.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale a pena visitar estou lá juntamente com meu amigo Matheus Araújo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;" Sensação no campo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Se não tiver no horizonte da vida linhas firmes e tranquilas, semelhantes `aquelas que fazem a montanha e a floresta, a vontade interior do homem é inquieta., distraída e ávida de desejos como índole do habitante das cidades: não tem felicidade, nem dá. " ( Nietzche)&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/3213448317287444343-7940789560622702042?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7940789560622702042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=7940789560622702042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7940789560622702042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7940789560622702042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/quando-parte-biologica-fala-mais-forte.html' title='Quando a parte biológica fala mais forte, quanda a natureza grita dentro de mim... Num desses momentos , frequentes  surge:'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyZ3wAoVUCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/z37brrKrtlI/s72-c/arqui20022007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-4075936676189328165</id><published>2007-10-27T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:37:24.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conheça também da mesma poetisa o blog:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oreversodoeu.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://oreversodoeu.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-4075936676189328165?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4075936676189328165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=4075936676189328165' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/4075936676189328165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/4075936676189328165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/conhea-tambm-da-mesma-poetisa-o-blog.html' title='Conheça também da mesma poetisa o blog:'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-5299045697133253145</id><published>2007-10-27T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:34:42.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visite também da mesma escritora:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://leandratelles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://leandratelles.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-5299045697133253145?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5299045697133253145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=5299045697133253145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/5299045697133253145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/5299045697133253145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/visite-tambm-da-mesma-escritora.html' title='Visite também da mesma escritora:'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-8541750228084405070</id><published>2007-10-27T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:19:19.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condessa das profundezas infernais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyOrMwoVT9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/7GXTW6P5phQ/s1600-h/Vampiro49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126129036578607058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyOrMwoVT9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/7GXTW6P5phQ/s320/Vampiro49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quela que convida o conde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-8541750228084405070?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/8541750228084405070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=8541750228084405070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/8541750228084405070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/8541750228084405070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/condessa-das-profundezas-infernais.html' title='Condessa das profundezas infernais'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RyOrMwoVT9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/7GXTW6P5phQ/s72-c/Vampiro49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-7646254694097219277</id><published>2007-10-23T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:18:49.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem ao meu escritor  Fabricio Martines Alves! Grande poeta!</title><content type='html'>Olha aí.. é o meu guri....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que teimas em negar o teu gostar&lt;br /&gt;Somos almas gêmeas, no pensar&lt;br /&gt;No sentir no falar&lt;br /&gt;Quando estrapolo, você imediatamente percebe&lt;br /&gt;e logo me faz retornar ao meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Quando estás triste, sinto de longe&lt;br /&gt;e reviro-me toda&lt;br /&gt;para te devolver a alegria e auto confiança&lt;br /&gt;Mas, negas, negas essa amizade&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo retrocedes e reafirmas!&lt;br /&gt;Somos iguais e diferentes por isso&lt;br /&gt;somos tão especiais juntos&lt;br /&gt;Como a tristeza e a alegria&lt;br /&gt;ATé quando brigamos, há uma cumplicidade&lt;br /&gt;e sinto aqiuela vontade de dizer&lt;br /&gt;o quanto te amo,mas sigo odiando..&lt;br /&gt;seguindo a tua vontade&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por você existir , Fabrício , meu Guri!&lt;br /&gt;Rs rs rs.&lt;br /&gt;Leandra Telles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-7646254694097219277?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7646254694097219277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=7646254694097219277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7646254694097219277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7646254694097219277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/homenagem-ao-meu-escritor-fabricio.html' title='Homenagem ao meu escritor  Fabricio Martines Alves! Grande poeta!'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-7121176462712220908</id><published>2007-10-18T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:56:01.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um presente de meu amigo Jonas Kania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Rxf_j03Sc7I/AAAAAAAAADk/7E631xQIKKQ/s1600-h/21.07.07+-+Coroa+Grande..ponte,vista+do+alto+do+morro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122844092108272562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Rxf_j03Sc7I/AAAAAAAAADk/7E631xQIKKQ/s320/21.07.07+-+Coroa+Grande..ponte,vista+do+alto+do+morro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coroa Grande, um verdadeiro paraíso, lá retomo minhas raízes, minhas lembranças do tempo de criança! Como passeava naquela praia junto com o maior pescador que conheci, Manoel Monteiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que saudade! Como me dói n"alma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, o que está feito, não tem jeito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tento cuidar do nosso lugar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado Jonas pelo carinho! Um grande Beijo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3213448317287444343-7121176462712220908?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7121176462712220908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=7121176462712220908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7121176462712220908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7121176462712220908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/um-presente-de-meu-amigo-jonas-kania.html' title='Um presente de meu amigo Jonas Kania'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Rxf_j03Sc7I/AAAAAAAAADk/7E631xQIKKQ/s72-c/21.07.07+-+Coroa+Grande..ponte,vista+do+alto+do+morro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-7681101701733766292</id><published>2007-10-18T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:19:52.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mergulha no mar, na vida, em busca de esperanças perdidas!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Rxf3UE3Sc6I/AAAAAAAAADc/7ycHUxBJ6cc/s1600-h/Eu+em+Porto+Seguro+Mergulhando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122835025432310690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Rxf3UE3Sc6I/AAAAAAAAADc/7ycHUxBJ6cc/s320/Eu+em+Porto+Seguro+Mergulhando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Meu amigo , poeta Osmar, além de grande poeta, também curte as belezas do fundo do mar!&lt;br /&gt;Aí está ele  em  Porto Seguro!&lt;br /&gt; Um grande beijo, e que esse sorriso lindo, te acompanhe em todos os momentos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torço por teu sucesso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-7681101701733766292?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Rxf3UE3Sc6I/AAAAAAAAADc/7ycHUxBJ6cc/s72-c/Eu+em+Porto+Seguro+Mergulhando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-7232662690098395386</id><published>2007-10-17T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:04:07.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lei do retorno mexe com a gente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RxegCE3ScjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7xgAZyCYS-A/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122739058683048498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RxegCE3ScjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7xgAZyCYS-A/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Cansei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Cansei de te exaltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;de elogiar, elevar teu ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;desisto de arrancar de ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;que penso está escondido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;mas, na verdade isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;nunca esteve contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Cansei de te adorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;e nada de você notar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Senti, decidi, não vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;idolatrar ninguém ainda mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;quem não percebe o que tem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;So irá sentir falta quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;tudo desaparecer no labirinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;do tempo e da desilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;E lá meu amigo tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;some, não há retorno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Não adianta procurar se retratar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&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/3213448317287444343-7232662690098395386?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Procura-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Procura-se um equilibrista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;que saiba andar na linha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;que divida noite e o dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;que consiga tirar do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;um grande pote de fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Que saiba andar nas nuvens tardias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;que saiba construir rios de poesias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;na rotina de todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3213448317287444343-2112260501589107411?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2112260501589107411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=2112260501589107411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/2112260501589107411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-699902188134408241</id><published>2007-10-17T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:20:42.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dias e noites em que procura-se algum motivo especial para dar sentido a vida...</title><content type='html'>Procura-se um equilibrista&lt;br /&gt;Que saiba andar na linha&lt;br /&gt;Que divida a noite e o dia&lt;br /&gt;Que saiba tirar do coração&lt;br /&gt;um grande pote de fantasias&lt;br /&gt;que saiba andar nas nuvens tardias&lt;br /&gt;que consiga construir rios de poesias&lt;br /&gt;na rotina de todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Procura-se...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-699902188134408241?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-1876066077128261134</id><published>2007-10-15T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:29:32.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O barulho do silêncio que guardavas contigo, nesse teu mundo sem palavras, conseguiu me dizer tanta coisa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Rxel-03ScmI/AAAAAAAAABE/zNMhiL5QOIk/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122745599918240354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Rxel-03ScmI/AAAAAAAAABE/zNMhiL5QOIk/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;barulho no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fiquei imaginando quanta coisa contida estava&lt;br /&gt;Agora entendo aquela agonia escondida em teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eram as palavras querendo sair, e você nem consegue falar!&lt;br /&gt;Não tens o privilegio das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Mas teus olhos dizem tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu estava imune, não conseguia enxergar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, homem forte que és, não deixou escapar&lt;br /&gt;A única oportunidade que teve,&lt;br /&gt;e de teu jeito simples&lt;br /&gt;Mostrou-me o que sentes por dentro&lt;br /&gt;A agonia contida no tempo&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de se realizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas querido pescador&lt;br /&gt;Eu te digo com a alma na mão&lt;br /&gt;Para nós meu querido , tudo&lt;br /&gt;é impossível&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te como uma missão.&lt;br /&gt;Teus filhos precisam de ti&lt;br /&gt;Teu povo espera em ti&lt;br /&gt;E você, como sempre&lt;br /&gt;Projetou todas as esperanças&lt;br /&gt;em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou fraca confesso, talvez&lt;br /&gt;Na minha coragem. Pois abandonar&lt;br /&gt;Desprezar um amor desse tamanho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso antes de nada , ser determinada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois amor sincero, forte e simples como o teu&lt;br /&gt;Pouco, muito pouco existe!&lt;br /&gt;Vá em frente, cuide de tudo aí&lt;br /&gt;Não abandone teus objetivos na minha ausência...&lt;br /&gt;Pois agora não consigo mais.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar-te, ignorar o que sentes&lt;br /&gt;Então o melhor e sair&lt;br /&gt;E pedir pra continuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tudo que começamos&lt;br /&gt;Pois meu coração pescador&lt;br /&gt;não tem dono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3213448317287444343-1876066077128261134?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1876066077128261134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=1876066077128261134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/1876066077128261134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/1876066077128261134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-barulho-do-silncio-que-guardavas.html' title='O barulho do silêncio que guardavas contigo, nesse teu mundo sem palavras, conseguiu me dizer tanta coisa...'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Rxel-03ScmI/AAAAAAAAABE/zNMhiL5QOIk/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-6505149549635720932</id><published>2007-10-13T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:34:48.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma pérola do meu amigo poeta ,Nilo Neto! essa também contribui para iluminar meu dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RxenNU3ScoI/AAAAAAAAABU/nE4UVSIQ6Fk/s1600-h/amor3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122746948537971330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RxenNU3ScoI/AAAAAAAAABU/nE4UVSIQ6Fk/s320/amor3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pequena arte de complicar as coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As partes negras da tua alma,&lt;br /&gt;Gritam,&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor é um poço seco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu medo da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Tentou me engolir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o vento da noite&lt;br /&gt;Me trouxe de volta&lt;br /&gt;Pra minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou boiar&lt;br /&gt;Na minha rotina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que a ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Me faça jogar a linha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou finalmente eu morra,&lt;br /&gt;Vítima de egoísmo crônico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilo Neto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mentirosamulher.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mentirosamulher.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena visitar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-6505149549635720932?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6505149549635720932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=6505149549635720932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/6505149549635720932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/6505149549635720932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/mais-uma-prola-do-meu-amigo-poeta-nilo.html' title='Mais uma pérola do meu amigo poeta ,Nilo Neto! essa também contribui para iluminar meu dia.'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RxenNU3ScoI/AAAAAAAAABU/nE4UVSIQ6Fk/s72-c/amor3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-4095758134653722574</id><published>2007-10-13T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T17:03:00.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu domingo ficou mais iluminado com esse carinho do meu amigo Maikon , amigo de todos os dias, todas as horas, amigo  de sempre!</title><content type='html'>Ah! Se eu pudesse colher estrelas, todo dia eu levaria uma para você. Se eu pudesse chegar ao sol eu pegaria um raio de luz só para você.Se eu pudesse encontrar o pote do arco-íris eu daria todas as cores para você.Se eu pudesse chamar todos os passarinhos eu os faria cantar para você.Eu faria isso tudo só por você! Se eu pudesse apagar os seus problemas eu usaria toda a minha força para fazê-los desaparecer. Mas não sei colher estrelas, não posso chegar ao sol, nem sei onde está o pote do arco-íris.Não sei chamar os passarinhos Mas eu sei que posso dar-lhe o que de mais forte existe em mim: À vontade de ver você feliz♥♥Você é uma pessoa Especial♥Bjos ♥ Sempre com você!♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-4095758134653722574?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4095758134653722574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=4095758134653722574' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/4095758134653722574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/4095758134653722574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/10/meu-domingo-ficou-mais-iluminado-com.html' title='Meu domingo ficou mais iluminado com esse carinho do meu amigo Maikon , amigo de todos os dias, todas as horas, amigo  de sempre!'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-3335503358349029608</id><published>2007-09-29T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:08:37.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000'/><title type='text'>ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Rxes0E3SctI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mw4pxLA0MTY/s1600-h/estrela%20cadente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122753111816041170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/Rxes0E3SctI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mw4pxLA0MTY/s320/estrela%2520cadente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;." Basta eu estar vivo ainda:e a vida , além do mais, não é uma invenção da moral: ela quer ilusão, ela vive da ilusão...{ Nietzche}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na ilusão vou traçando meus dias&lt;br /&gt;Me projetando em você,&lt;br /&gt;Tecendo ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo na esperança de ver-te um dia&lt;br /&gt;Encontar face a face,&lt;br /&gt;dizer tudo que queria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar em teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;penetrar-te a alma&lt;br /&gt;Beijar tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Devolver-te a calma&lt;br /&gt;Que muitas vezes roubei&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza disso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roubando -te o sono&lt;br /&gt;danto-te ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Gritando o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Sem precauções&lt;br /&gt;E nós dois distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez presente demais&lt;br /&gt;Queríamos tudo e perdíamos a paz&lt;br /&gt;E assim levamos por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Um amor bonito que vive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto morremos&lt;br /&gt;Na ângustia básica dos que se querem&lt;br /&gt;E que não se possuem ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;è uma loucura, é um devaneio,&lt;br /&gt;è uma dor enorme que cresce no peito&lt;br /&gt;Te olho te quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me olhas também&lt;br /&gt;E vamos vivendo a nos querer bem&lt;br /&gt;Mas vem a distância que a tudo destrói&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E traz a saudade, o ciúme&lt;br /&gt;A insegurança que é pai&lt;br /&gt;desse amor criado a distância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mexe com a gente com o nosso&lt;br /&gt;sossego destói a grandeza que trago no peito&lt;br /&gt;E transporta a tristeza pro meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de muita coisa desisto então&lt;br /&gt;E agora meus dias são só agonia&lt;br /&gt;Como eu queria viver o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem culpa sem raiva, sem agonia&lt;br /&gt;Mas calo a noite e choro de dia&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma padece e morro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outra vez&lt;br /&gt;sempre que desapareces&lt;br /&gt;me enlouqueces de vez.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo atada a tantos compromissos&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha vida é mesmo foi toda pro lixo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como sair dessa e peço então,&lt;br /&gt;Tenha um pouco de calma&lt;br /&gt;pense com carinho e dicidas então&lt;br /&gt;Como vamos viver de tanta ilusão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-3335503358349029608?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/3335503358349029608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=3335503358349029608' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/3335503358349029608'/><link 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type='text'>Uma do Blog, Mentirosa Mulher,  Do poeta eNilo Neto</title><content type='html'>17 ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mentirosamulher.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-jogo-da-conversa-somos-dois-um-chat.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jogo da conversaSomos dois,&lt;br /&gt;Um chat sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;nesse nosso xadrez de palavras&lt;br /&gt;vão-se os véus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ficam os dedos cruzados&lt;br /&gt;todos os movimentos&lt;br /&gt;são cronometrados&lt;br /&gt;pelas batidas do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;existe sempre a&lt;br /&gt;possibilidade da frase perfeita .&lt;br /&gt;Mas enquanto ela não ocorre&lt;br /&gt;cada letra é uma encruzilhada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que abre mil novas possibilidades&lt;br /&gt;Eu intuo a tua jogada.&lt;br /&gt;Antecipo meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;E nego tudo no final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu te mostras incansável,&lt;br /&gt;Mostrando e escondendo,&lt;br /&gt;Confundindo meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Até que num xeque-mate&lt;br /&gt;Inesperado, eu derrubo meu rei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E perco o jogo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;E lá se vai&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;longe dos teus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Perto do coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podia faltar um pedaço dele aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-13689076326151120?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/13689076326151120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=13689076326151120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/13689076326151120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/13689076326151120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/uma-do-blog-mentirosa-mulher-do-poeta.html' title='Uma do Blog, Mentirosa Mulher,  Do poeta eNilo Neto'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-4749782182390727873</id><published>2007-09-29T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T09:35:21.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma do Wallace, que chegou na hora certinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Essa música me lembra vc leia reflita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amar é uma via de duplo sentido ida e vinda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dando e recebendo, eu aprendi a amar assim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;diz meu vô que é desse jeito, e eu acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 60 anos de casamento é bom argumento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Você pode me ver do jeito que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu não vou fazer esforço pra te contrariar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;De tantas mil maneiras que eu posso ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Estou certa que uma delas vai te agradar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Porque eu sou feita pro amor da cabeça aos pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;E não faço outra coisa do que me doar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se causei alguma dor não foi por querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nunca tive a intenção de te machucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Porque eu gosto é de rosas e rosas e rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Acompanhadas de um bilhete me deixam nervosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Toda mulher gosta de rosas e rosas e rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Muitas vezes são vermelhas mas sempre são rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se o teu santo por acaso não bater com o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu retomo o meu caminho e nada a declarar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Meia culpa cada um que vá cuidar do seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se for só um arranhão não vou nem soprar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Porque eu sou feita pro amor da cabeça aos pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;E não faço outra coisa do que me doar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se causei alguma dor não foi por querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nunca tive a intenção de te machucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Porque eu gosto é de rosas e rosas e rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Acompanhadas de um bilhete me deixam nervosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Toda mulher gosta de rosas e rosas e rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Muitas vezes são vermelhas mas sempre são rosas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E assim ele conseguiu me entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; bjus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-4749782182390727873?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4749782182390727873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=4749782182390727873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/4749782182390727873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/4749782182390727873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/mais-uma-do-wallace-que-chegou-na-hora.html' title='Mais uma do Wallace, que chegou na hora certinha...'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-4623432582599289748</id><published>2007-09-29T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T09:29:25.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma homenagem de meu maninho Wallace, sempre que precisei, ele estava lá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=17137749076680917944"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=17137749076680917944"&gt;Wallace-X&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me sinto amado e acariciado por você, sempre presente ,carinhosa, caridosa, uma mulher vivida e ainda assim capaz de surpreender -se com a mais simples atitudes.Vc me ensina mais do pode entender, pessoas como vc nasceram apenas para equilibrar o ¨jogo¨ não posso esconder e me sinto quebrado por isso, mas amigos como vc e Babi me ensinam que a singeleza, a doçura ainda existe, mesmo que a distancia atraves de uma tela inerte, sentimentos voam no teor da fibra otica e nos encontram nos unem no fim todos estão interligados só que temos medo de descobrir, o quanto precisamos uns dos outros.Eu tb te amo minha querida amiga, minha irmã a garota mais linda de Ipanema.com carinho e sentimentos sinceros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=14076527817098423005"&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/3213448317287444343-4623432582599289748?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/4623432582599289748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=4623432582599289748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/4623432582599289748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Era o amanhã que avisara&lt;br /&gt;Que o futuro não mais viria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo à mensagem logo entendeu&lt;br /&gt;O vento soprava., o sol se escondeu&lt;br /&gt;A mulher que olhava o céu&lt;br /&gt;a estrela perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo instante o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Cruzou o infinito&lt;br /&gt;Era a esperança rodopiando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anunciando: o dia seguinte chegaria&lt;br /&gt; Calmo, talvez indeciso...&lt;br /&gt;Viajando  na certeza  de  teu sorriso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-5616263532379879318?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/5616263532379879318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=5616263532379879318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/5616263532379879318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/5616263532379879318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/flash-o-hoje-recebeu-uma-carta-avisando.html' title=''/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-7159098293671004474</id><published>2007-09-27T17:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:07:26.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios</title><content type='html'>Viagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje à noite quero ir a Lua&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, quero acordar no sol&lt;br /&gt;Em teus braços chegarei as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E mergulhar no céu de tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Via Láctea, teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Viajando com você&lt;br /&gt;Numa loucura estonteante, me fazes percorrer!&lt;br /&gt;No vácuo no vazio, nos sentimentos em minutos&lt;br /&gt;Rodopiando no vento,&lt;br /&gt;Cairemos no abismo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas para nossa surpresa, o abismo&lt;br /&gt;Que surge é de rara beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Muita calma e paz, sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;E cumplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Seguras minhas mãos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Encontramos a calma de um amor&lt;br /&gt;Satisfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Que pulsava, agitava dentro de&lt;br /&gt;nosso peito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-7159098293671004474?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7159098293671004474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=7159098293671004474' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7159098293671004474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7159098293671004474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/devaneios.html' title='Devaneios'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-2970510044946976419</id><published>2007-09-27T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:03:45.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cio de idéias</title><content type='html'>Cio de idéias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um ciclo de idéias que liga a vida&lt;br /&gt;de todos nós em diferentes tempos,&lt;br /&gt;Levando-nos entre a dor e o fingimento.&lt;br /&gt;Também há um fio que liga o&lt;br /&gt;Ódio e ao amor determinando ambos&lt;br /&gt;como  faces do sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade e a mentira caminham juntas, lado a lado,&lt;br /&gt; tão juntas que às vezes se&lt;br /&gt;Complicam,e não conseguimos distingui-las.&lt;br /&gt;Se caminhas, não paras, se paras não caminhas,&lt;br /&gt; Simplesmente simples jaz ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade e o passado são elementos interligados.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo luz e escuridão, sinto frio e calor!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, injustiça, preconceitos, tudo é ausência de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho fome , de teu corpo, tenho sede quero te beber.&lt;br /&gt;.Explode dentro de nós a vontade de sobreviver.&lt;br /&gt;O presente,o passado o futuro, significam tempo&lt;br /&gt;nenhum e tudo ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, não? Será?&lt;br /&gt;Nessa convulsão se misturam idéias dos excluídos,&lt;br /&gt;perdidos na solidão.&lt;br /&gt;O que transita na “cabeça” dessa gente?&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode imaginar, há revolta, há medo,&lt;br /&gt; há vontade de gritar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem vê a si mesmo , se regula se critica e&lt;br /&gt;Nessa ânsia de auto-afirmação, nunca&lt;br /&gt; se coloca no lugar do próprio irmão.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse combate misturado, lambuzado,&lt;br /&gt; destroçado, ousado, surgiram idéias mil&lt;br /&gt;Idéias esperando por outras idéias que&lt;br /&gt;também estejam em pleno cio,&lt;br /&gt;Para se acasalar e dar muitos filhos,&lt;br /&gt; se  multiplicar, se espalhar por aí&lt;br /&gt;Por todo lugar pela vida a seguir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-2970510044946976419?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/2970510044946976419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=2970510044946976419' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/2970510044946976419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/2970510044946976419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/cio-de-idias.html' title='Cio de idéias'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-8051699077151645918</id><published>2007-09-27T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:59:12.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>encontro marcado</title><content type='html'>Encontro marcado&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tínhamos um encontro marcado&lt;br /&gt;Marcado pelo destino, pelos vestígios&lt;br /&gt;Deixados dias após dia em nossos caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei cedo como prometido&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei cedo muito cedo com se dali&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tivesse saído.&lt;br /&gt;Tamanha impaciência me tirara , o sono na noite anterior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dormi, apenas fechava os olhos e pensava em ti&lt;br /&gt;E assim consegui sorrir, suspirar e imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que estava por vir.&lt;br /&gt;Amanheceu demoradamente, lentamente&lt;br /&gt;As horas se arrastavam! Quanta demora, quando se espera por uma hora!&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente o momento chegou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tão esperado encontro estava há poucos instantes.&lt;br /&gt;E Eu ali, impedida de sair ...&lt;br /&gt;E você lá ansioso a me esperar&lt;br /&gt;Na minha angústia, via você desiludido a se  afastar..&lt;br /&gt;Sem sequer imaginar o quanto desesperada estava,&lt;br /&gt;sem poder te encontrar&lt;br /&gt; naquele momento então , senti que lentamente comecei a te perder.&lt;br /&gt;A vida , os outros começaram a nos separar&lt;br /&gt;Sem prever que vidas estavam  se distanciando&lt;br /&gt; no desencontro marcado  daquele lugar......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-8051699077151645918?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/8051699077151645918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=8051699077151645918' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/8051699077151645918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/8051699077151645918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/encontro-marcado.html' title='encontro marcado'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-7575734989197133653</id><published>2007-09-27T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:53:47.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem destino</title><content type='html'>Um dia passeava sem destino.&lt;br /&gt;Estava angustiada insatisfeita comigo,com a vida&lt;br /&gt;Parei sentei e fiquei a observar quem passava&lt;br /&gt; Sempre faço isso quando nada tenho pra fazer&lt;br /&gt;Ore quando penso que isso é nada&lt;br /&gt;E ali bem na minha frente um homem.&lt;br /&gt;Passando, olhando sorrindo,&lt;br /&gt;Dava comida aos pombos, mas parecia que há dias não tinha comido&lt;br /&gt;Ele pulava sorria , suas roupas rasgadas balançavam caiam&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorrido era lindo franco, mas faltavam dentes&lt;br /&gt;E ele na sua alegria nada fazia que mostrasse revolta ou descontentamento&lt;br /&gt;E eu ali, vestida, sentada chorando  emocionada com pena de alguém que me ignorava&lt;br /&gt;Foi justamente por eu não ser nada&lt;br /&gt;E ele ser tudo ter tudo de que precisava&lt;br /&gt;pra ali fica sorrir e me mostra o quanto eu estava errada e nessa hora justamente,&lt;br /&gt; me olhou e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Bom dia!&lt;br /&gt; Eu chorava e ele sorria!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-7575734989197133653?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/7575734989197133653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=7575734989197133653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7575734989197133653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/7575734989197133653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/sem-destino.html' title='Sem destino'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-6210232070938322096</id><published>2007-09-27T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:46:19.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As pessoas</title><content type='html'>As pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando muito indecisa&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que pensar&lt;br /&gt;Nos caminhos que a vida&lt;br /&gt;Insiste em nos mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes são tortuosos&lt;br /&gt;De repente parecem lógicos&lt;br /&gt;E num giro rápido&lt;br /&gt;Transforma-nos em paranóicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julgamentos, precipitação&lt;br /&gt;Vive sempre a nos rondar&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas resposta exatas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobram sempre a nos testar&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Cobrança pesada !&lt;br /&gt;Que só ensina a rotular..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-6210232070938322096?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/6210232070938322096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=6210232070938322096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/6210232070938322096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/6210232070938322096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-pessoas.html' title='As pessoas'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-1739072579996002586</id><published>2007-09-27T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:40:20.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De meu mano Wallace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=17137749076680917944"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=17137749076680917944"&gt;Wallace-X&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luci&lt;br /&gt;vc não precisa de força alguma minha vc ja nasceu corajosa e determinada e capaz de fazer muito mais do que imagina....aposto minhas fichas na sua capacidade quase mutante de regeneraçãoesses seus olhos, eles não me enganam...vc tem asas e pode voar...esse sentimento te deixa imune ao veneno do marasmo comum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada maninho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-1739072579996002586?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1739072579996002586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=1739072579996002586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/1739072579996002586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/1739072579996002586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/de-meu-mano-wallace.html' title='De meu mano Wallace'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-1057407291596881453</id><published>2007-09-27T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:36:26.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loucuras de poetas-Oretorno</title><content type='html'>Loucuras de poeta_ O retorno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trocamos juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;Negamos qualquer compromisso&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, te quero te grito&lt;br /&gt;Te chamo te beijo te espero.&lt;br /&gt; Se vens, sinto alegria&lt;br /&gt;Se não vens, finjo indiferença&lt;br /&gt;Quando  cheio de ternura,&lt;br /&gt;Envolves-me, me devolves a luxúria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolamos na mesma grama&lt;br /&gt;Sentimos o mesmo querer&lt;br /&gt;Um e outro.....&lt;br /&gt;Se envolvendo e também&lt;br /&gt;Negando não querer&lt;br /&gt;Somos loucos em negar&lt;br /&gt;Mas, seguimos a pensar&lt;br /&gt;e enquanto aqui tivermos&lt;br /&gt; Vida...&lt;br /&gt; E vontade de amar&lt;br /&gt;Seremos dois loucos&lt;br /&gt; Tentando, carícias de amor&lt;br /&gt; trocar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-1057407291596881453?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1057407291596881453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=1057407291596881453' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/1057407291596881453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/1057407291596881453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/loucuras-de-poetas-oretorno.html' title='loucuras de poetas-Oretorno'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-1613366296535795518</id><published>2007-09-27T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:44:51.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Felipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RxldX03Sc_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/vBOr3hPPpac/s1600-h/arqui20022007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123228715019564018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RxldX03Sc_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/vBOr3hPPpac/s320/arqui20022007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moleque moqueco Felipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um moleque&lt;br /&gt;Que não era pé-de moleque&lt;br /&gt;Mas tinha pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um menino&lt;br /&gt;Que não tinha medo de nada&lt;br /&gt;Que corria falava brincava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só trazia alegria&lt;br /&gt;Pra velhos corações apagados&lt;br /&gt;O moleque fazia magia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E logo ,logo preenchia&lt;br /&gt;o vazio com sua alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes o moleque era mal&lt;br /&gt;Assim ele mesmo dizia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém nem ele sabia&lt;br /&gt;Na sua doce bondade, o que&lt;br /&gt;era ser mal de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim o moleque crescia&lt;br /&gt;e a todos dava alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir, cantar sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Em casa todo mundo aprendeu&lt;br /&gt;Saindo pra viajar&lt;br /&gt;nos sonhos que eram só seus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-1613366296535795518?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/1613366296535795518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=1613366296535795518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/1613366296535795518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/1613366296535795518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/para-felipe.html' title='Para Felipe'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/RxldX03Sc_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/vBOr3hPPpac/s72-c/arqui20022007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213448317287444343.post-371408586365848623</id><published>2007-09-27T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:27:38.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio Mar</title><content type='html'>Rio e mar&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes fico pensando, na influência que temos na vida do outro.&lt;br /&gt;Quando amamos, pensamos amar queremos, quando odiamos, feriamos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando desconfiamos vemos o que não existe.&lt;br /&gt;A princípio vem o ódio que nos cega.&lt;br /&gt;Põe palavras onde não há, põe dúvidas onde  tramitava a certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Esse silêncio enlouquece ao mesmo tempo ao mesmo tempo nos cega, nos guia.&lt;br /&gt;Leva ao encontro do que não queremos&lt;br /&gt;Surgem acusações, depois desce um frio na barriga e o turvar da visão.&lt;br /&gt;O suor na palma da mão  brota.&lt;br /&gt;É ódio, raiva e tudo então...&lt;br /&gt;Um tudo que leva ao nada.&lt;br /&gt;Quando decido deixar e vago pelo amor vazio de um esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Esperar no vácuo é não existir.&lt;br /&gt; Existir sem você é o mesmo que desistir de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, falta ânimo, inspiração, fome , sede calor...&lt;br /&gt;Sem você no meu dia, esqueço de viver, és um rio que preciso percorrer,&lt;br /&gt;Calmamente,em tua correnteza, viajando, descansando,&lt;br /&gt;e pensando em desaguar lentamente meus desejos&lt;br /&gt;Em você, enquanto avidamente te recebo, sem resistir, sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Em como será o encontro das águas do rio com as do mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213448317287444343-371408586365848623?l=aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/feeds/371408586365848623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213448317287444343&amp;postID=371408586365848623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/371408586365848623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213448317287444343/posts/default/371408586365848623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aguasdoriomar.blogspot.com/2007/09/rio-mar.html' title='Rio Mar'/><author><name>Profª Luci Valadão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05234334641844479477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVtqmAC9WIU/SjLwmTz06VI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wS6bSC2yYU4/S220/Zgy0447.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
