<?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-7082349739661163177</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:15:37.956-07:00</updated><category term='o meu primeiro poema: fi-lo com 7 anos'/><category term='a minha cidade'/><title type='text'>escrita criativa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-841074196141808949</id><published>2009-02-26T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:58:02.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby i’m gonna leave u tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/SacQUZU-iyI/AAAAAAAAANU/6Fr-0IPH_nI/s1600-h/wa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/SacQUZU-iyI/AAAAAAAAANU/6Fr-0IPH_nI/s400/wa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307228628461718306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby i’m gonna leave u tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna stop this ungrateful fight&lt;br /&gt;Can I forget so easily ur name?&lt;br /&gt;Bad choices I have made&lt;br /&gt;Things aren’t still the same&lt;br /&gt;And feelings seem to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby Time as drove me away &lt;br /&gt;Things aren’t what they use to be&lt;br /&gt;There are things that now I see&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken words that I need to say&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of emptiness inside&lt;br /&gt;It seems there’s too much to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I’m gonna leave u tonight&lt;br /&gt;We had our moments of joy and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is out of sight&lt;br /&gt;And sadly there’s no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You had things that drove me mad&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile, you make me sad&lt;br /&gt;And now there’s nothing but a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to leave u alone&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crushed but I still love u&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;But there’s nothing to fight for too&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby too much memories on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck you’re still one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even less every time we spent has worth it&lt;br /&gt;Everything sadly has came to an end&lt;br /&gt;Let us apart happiness finally meet&lt;br /&gt;I need to my broken heart mend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby I’m gonna leave u tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-841074196141808949?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/841074196141808949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=841074196141808949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/841074196141808949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/841074196141808949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-im-gonna-leave-u-tonight.html' title='Baby i’m gonna leave u tonight'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/SacQUZU-iyI/AAAAAAAAANU/6Fr-0IPH_nI/s72-c/wa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-4484005677542007139</id><published>2007-06-26T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:43:53.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mar misterioso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RoFQLebEsQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/S6_c7DgXJBY/s1600-h/By_the_rivers_dark_by_lryiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RoFQLebEsQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/S6_c7DgXJBY/s320/By_the_rivers_dark_by_lryiu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080430012726030594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temo esse mar, esse mar que é tão imenso&lt;br /&gt;temo esse mar, onde sempre me refugio&lt;br /&gt;temo esse mar, que é tão estranho, tão frio&lt;br /&gt;temo esse mar, com um sentimento intenso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em brumas, meu coração navega supenso&lt;br /&gt;os raios de Febo tristemente acaricio&lt;br /&gt;neste mar cheio de vida, só há vazio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por vezes quase m'afogo numa recordação&lt;br /&gt;navego perdida nesse barco tenebroso&lt;br /&gt;esquecendo uma vida a que tenh'aversão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por vezes esse mar é tão calmo, ocioso&lt;br /&gt;quase vislumbro feições n'água. será ilusão?&lt;br /&gt;poderei evadir-me deste mar misterioso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-4484005677542007139?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/4484005677542007139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=4484005677542007139' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/4484005677542007139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/4484005677542007139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/06/mar-misterioso.html' title='mar misterioso'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RoFQLebEsQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/S6_c7DgXJBY/s72-c/By_the_rivers_dark_by_lryiu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-1829208933316253604</id><published>2007-06-26T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:22:27.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>balada da insatisfação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RoFI8ebEsPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cfIXKSL0CsI/s1600-h/4m2b70k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RoFI8ebEsPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cfIXKSL0CsI/s320/4m2b70k.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080422058446598386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quantas questões me assolam quando te vejo&lt;br /&gt;teu olhar azul desperta-me um carinho imenso&lt;br /&gt;mas falta-nos algo mais forte, louco, intenso&lt;br /&gt;poderei transformar este pensamento em desejo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penso em ti, mas desesperadamente não te anseio&lt;br /&gt;beijo-te, mas minha boca não te devora com sofreguidão&lt;br /&gt;quero-te, mas em cada momento há um se não&lt;br /&gt;toco-te, mas a minha satisfação fica a meio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há sempre algo que me perturba quando estás apartado&lt;br /&gt;oh, será que peço demais em tão escassa hora?&lt;br /&gt;no entanto quando te vejo sinto uma confiança cega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terá chegado aquele doce momento por mim sonhado?&lt;br /&gt;mas contigo há apenas um pálido sorriso e o mais demora&lt;br /&gt;ensina-me mais! o meu coração por agora apenas ternura te delega&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-1829208933316253604?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/1829208933316253604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=1829208933316253604' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/1829208933316253604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/1829208933316253604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/06/balada-da-insatisfao.html' title='balada da insatisfação'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RoFI8ebEsPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cfIXKSL0CsI/s72-c/4m2b70k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-1028340981060219285</id><published>2007-02-08T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T08:23:06.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma face sem rosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctOMk-hUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jRwi9LAJ0Gc/s1600-h/shadow_II_by_lotus_tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctOMk-hUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jRwi9LAJ0Gc/s320/shadow_II_by_lotus_tear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029199386880594322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctOMk-hUaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/l_S7jNkyDso/s1600-h/Unmolested_For_A_Few_Days_by_hakanphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctOMk-hUaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/l_S7jNkyDso/s320/Unmolested_For_A_Few_Days_by_hakanphotography.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029199386880594338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctOM0-hUbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RDNwlaXkGI4/s1600-h/swords+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctOM0-hUbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RDNwlaXkGI4/s320/swords+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029199391175561650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu espírito revolto está tolhido de amores&lt;br /&gt;Por uma figura gentil mas desconhecida&lt;br /&gt;Uma face que aflora algures perdida&lt;br /&gt;Anseio por ela para superar as minhas dores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma de atormentado vazio está repleta&lt;br /&gt;Vagueia sem rumo por este caminho sombrio&lt;br /&gt;Fere-se-me os pés neste solo arenoso e frio&lt;br /&gt;Falta algo ignoto para me sentir completa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pontas de seta que me ferem a audaz mão&lt;br /&gt;Há um fogo imenso que não pode ser serenado&lt;br /&gt;Há um sentimento que anseia ser pronunciado&lt;br /&gt;que não encontra eco na boca, nem no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu espírito revolto está tolhido de amores&lt;br /&gt;Por algo que a minha mão audaz não alcança&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos e boca têm a secreta esperança &lt;br /&gt;Que essa face ganhe rosto, palavras, cores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-1028340981060219285?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/1028340981060219285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=1028340981060219285' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/1028340981060219285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/1028340981060219285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/uma-face-sem-rosto.html' title='Uma face sem rosto'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctOMk-hUZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jRwi9LAJ0Gc/s72-c/shadow_II_by_lotus_tear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-888818772908137947</id><published>2007-02-08T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:28:33.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ó terra mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctCvE-hUWI/AAAAAAAAADk/WosvjiopSl0/s1600-h/I_saw_the_light_______by_karil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctCvE-hUWI/AAAAAAAAADk/WosvjiopSl0/s320/I_saw_the_light_______by_karil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029186785446547810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctCvU-hUXI/AAAAAAAAADs/1OdQPfXiEfE/s1600-h/Just_About_The_Fall_by_IgorLaptev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctCvU-hUXI/AAAAAAAAADs/1OdQPfXiEfE/s320/Just_About_The_Fall_by_IgorLaptev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029186789741515122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctCvU-hUYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/juKEeCnyApc/s1600-h/Particle_by_Andross01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctCvU-hUYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/juKEeCnyApc/s320/Particle_by_Andross01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029186789741515138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração não tem ouvidos nem olhos&lt;br /&gt;mas tem boca, e delicia-se com o sabor da promessa&lt;br /&gt;dessas palavras de mel que tantas vezes o tempo cessa&lt;br /&gt;quando o ser se deixa envolver por dores e abrolhos&lt;br /&gt;e então deixo-me embalar docemente pela noite&lt;br /&gt;só ela me deixa bailar ao som do vento norte&lt;br /&gt;e choro já por ter perdido a minha triste sorte&lt;br /&gt;agora já não tenho ninguém que me acoite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era triste a minha sorte, mas era só minha&lt;br /&gt;antes viver uma vida humilde, que a de outrem&lt;br /&gt;agora vejo-me assim como quem nada tem&lt;br /&gt;a não ser um fim que invitavelmente se avizinha&lt;br /&gt;estico-me assim em cima da fresca e imensa terra&lt;br /&gt;e sinto saída do seu ventre: ó terra mãe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-888818772908137947?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/888818772908137947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=888818772908137947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/888818772908137947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/888818772908137947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/terra-me.html' title='ó terra mãe'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RctCvE-hUWI/AAAAAAAAADk/WosvjiopSl0/s72-c/I_saw_the_light_______by_karil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-4972623350347731098</id><published>2007-02-07T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:53:13.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O outro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcqUYjvhSfI/AAAAAAAAADA/4s8XQIv3cSg/s1600-h/denisephoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcqUYjvhSfI/AAAAAAAAADA/4s8XQIv3cSg/s320/denisephoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028995083544906226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcqUYzvhSgI/AAAAAAAAADI/kcK74gpHdkU/s1600-h/Heart_A_Little_Closer_by_hakanphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcqUYzvhSgI/AAAAAAAAADI/kcK74gpHdkU/s320/Heart_A_Little_Closer_by_hakanphotography.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028995087839873538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcqUYzvhShI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6R1wq02cAas/s1600-h/me_and_the_world_by_ElectronCloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcqUYzvhShI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6R1wq02cAas/s320/me_and_the_world_by_ElectronCloud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028995087839873554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais, nesta vida, eu quero te ver&lt;br /&gt;apaga essa imagem que tens na minha fronte&lt;br /&gt;não te quero mais, ao pé de mim, saber&lt;br /&gt;quero ruir esta contínua e maldita ponte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repudio-te, desprezo-te, porque és tu assim?&lt;br /&gt;odeia a tua interminável fraqueza, essa solidão&lt;br /&gt;esse contínuo não ter. Não, tu não és igual a mim&lt;br /&gt;toco essa imagem em pensamento e queimo a mão&lt;br /&gt;e os meus olhos enchem-se de lágrimas pela dor.&lt;br /&gt;Não pela dor desta indiscreta mão, mas por esta alma&lt;br /&gt;que dizem não ser minha, mas de um ignoto senhor&lt;br /&gt;dizem que dá amor, esperança mas nem isso me acalma&lt;br /&gt;quero cortar as amarras, voar livremente&lt;br /&gt;ser, simplesmente ser outro e, viver contente e contentada&lt;br /&gt;sem esta dor e inquietação que me assaltam incessantemente&lt;br /&gt;e ser assim, por esse outro, eternamente amada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-4972623350347731098?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/4972623350347731098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=4972623350347731098' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/4972623350347731098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/4972623350347731098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-outro.html' title='O outro'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcqUYjvhSfI/AAAAAAAAADA/4s8XQIv3cSg/s72-c/denisephoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-5383999525945928575</id><published>2007-02-07T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:02:48.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Máscaras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcqPyDvhSeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Wz5zMNoYOHk/s1600-h/Ghosts_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcqPyDvhSeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Wz5zMNoYOHk/s320/Ghosts_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028990024073431522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumb.shutterstock.com/photos/display_pic_with_logo/3731/3731,1112762699,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://thumb.shutterstock.com/photos/display_pic_with_logo/3731/3731,1112762699,1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Máscaras de olhar ignóbil e frio&lt;br /&gt;máscaras que contam a vida de fio a pavio&lt;br /&gt;- as máscaras não andam de bocas fechada, não é?&lt;br /&gt;máscaras hipócritas com choro de jacaré&lt;br /&gt;máscaras com riso de palhaço desgraçado&lt;br /&gt;máscaras de um qualquer ser abandonado&lt;br /&gt;máscaras de olhar de esfinge, Monalisa ou Monroe&lt;br /&gt;máscaras que dizem pouco do que fui, e do que sou&lt;br /&gt;máscaras gregas, romanas, francesas, italianas&lt;br /&gt;máscaras amarelas, brancas, pretas ou ciganas&lt;br /&gt;de velhotes, jovens ou de inocentes meninas&lt;br /&gt;de homens obscenos ou de senhoras sérias e finas&lt;br /&gt;máscaras mal pagas e eternamente descontentes&lt;br /&gt;mas que nos olham tão alegres e sorridentes&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, mas que máscaras tão simpáticas são elas!&lt;br /&gt;máscaras que afinal deixam muito por dizer&lt;br /&gt;máscaras de amigo que nos apunhala sem querer&lt;br /&gt;- coitadinho, tropeçou! Oh como são encantadoras e belas&lt;br /&gt;aquelas máscaras, causas de tão bons humores&lt;br /&gt;- agora digam-me, seus pequenos dissimuladores,&lt;br /&gt;para que com a minha conversa não mais vos mace:&lt;br /&gt;- o que se esconde por destrás dessa ilusória face?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-5383999525945928575?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/5383999525945928575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=5383999525945928575' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/5383999525945928575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/5383999525945928575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/mscaras.html' title='Máscaras'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcqPyDvhSeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Wz5zMNoYOHk/s72-c/Ghosts_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-8835138454973632357</id><published>2007-02-06T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:48:46.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood: the last vampire - sweet dreams AMV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Gm9W_ZVHOLU' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Gm9W_ZVHOLU'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;este video está fenomenal. com imagens de blood:the last vampire e a música do marilyn mason, sweet dreams. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-8835138454973632357?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/8835138454973632357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=8835138454973632357' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/8835138454973632357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/8835138454973632357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/blood-last-vampire-sweet-dreams-amv.html' title='Blood: the last vampire - sweet dreams AMV'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-7675502827147175928</id><published>2007-02-06T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:10:33.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JdNQxHjKqOY' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JdNQxHjKqOY'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;um hino belissimo ao amor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-7675502827147175928?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/7675502827147175928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=7675502827147175928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/7675502827147175928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/7675502827147175928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/poesia.html' title='Poesia'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-8400380899021869059</id><published>2007-02-06T16:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:54:17.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gato Fedorento -Clamador Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jbmwBH37ZGY' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jbmwBH37ZGY'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;é sem dúvida uma grande revelação no domínio da poesia loool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-8400380899021869059?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/8400380899021869059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=8400380899021869059' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/8400380899021869059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/8400380899021869059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/gato-fedorento-clamador-poesia.html' title='Gato Fedorento -Clamador Poesia'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-2501662959680481012</id><published>2007-02-06T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:51:43.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esqueço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RckUZzvhSdI/AAAAAAAAACo/EMtkdCMVWeM/s1600-h/choro%2520azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RckUZzvhSdI/AAAAAAAAACo/EMtkdCMVWeM/s320/choro%2520azul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028572892554676690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há noites em que adormeço&lt;br /&gt;sem pensar em nada, nem em ninguém&lt;br /&gt;nessas noites até te esqueço&lt;br /&gt;pensando que tudo vai correr bem&lt;br /&gt;mas logo no dia seguinte te recordo&lt;br /&gt;e a mágoa volta para me entristecer&lt;br /&gt;penso em ti, relembro, acordo&lt;br /&gt;e choro porque nunca mais te voltarei a ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o dia passa e a gente dança&lt;br /&gt;por entre prados verdes e gentios&lt;br /&gt;e a mágoa pesa na lembraça&lt;br /&gt;relembrando tais dias falsamente admiráveis mas frios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há quanto tempo isto já se passou&lt;br /&gt;no tempo em que eu era uma criança&lt;br /&gt;E ainda vivia com aquela secreta esperança&lt;br /&gt;que o amor fosse mais que uma palavra&lt;br /&gt;um sentimento que não acabou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-2501662959680481012?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/2501662959680481012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=2501662959680481012' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/2501662959680481012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/2501662959680481012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/escrita-criativa-asas.html' title='Esqueço'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RckUZzvhSdI/AAAAAAAAACo/EMtkdCMVWeM/s72-c/choro%2520azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-7144940405889005439</id><published>2007-02-06T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:28:28.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos.hi5.com/0000/699/593/ZJDRX3699593-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos.hi5.com/0000/699/593/ZJDRX3699593-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começo a dar os primeiros passos de uma nova vida&lt;br /&gt;sou como um pássaro que lentamente aprende a voar&lt;br /&gt;e que a mão já não defende com as suas forças&lt;br /&gt;vou partindo cada vez mais, mas vou voltando, por agora...&lt;br /&gt;às vezes sinto-me na corda bamba, desamparada&lt;br /&gt;e quero então sentar-me no regaço de minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;mas ela já não me pode proteger, pois o sonho&lt;br /&gt;fala cada vez mais alto: quero ser livre, quero voar!&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que não saiba onde procurar, mesmo que me perca&lt;br /&gt;nunca hei-de desistir de seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;nunca hei-de desistir de seguir pelo meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;vou então lutar contra a corrente e hei-de vencer&lt;br /&gt;pois quem espera, mas não inerte, sempre alcança&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-7144940405889005439?l=aminhaescritacriativa.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/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-8654922697534907698</id><published>2007-02-06T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:33:42.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>indefinidamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos.hi5.com/0000/098/824/38LIHS098824-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos.hi5.com/0000/098/824/38LIHS098824-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algures uma semente de amor floresce&lt;br /&gt;enquanto que este pobre coração fenece&lt;br /&gt;entre as ruas da minha eterna amargura&lt;br /&gt;deambulando numa cruel noite escura&lt;br /&gt;há um rosto que espreita dando risadas&lt;br /&gt;marcando o compasso de horas erradas&lt;br /&gt;aquelas horas em que sou quem jamais&lt;br /&gt;deveria ser. Estas horas malditas são tais&lt;br /&gt;que me assim tomam o tempo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;quando surge em mim um brilho derradeiro&lt;br /&gt;que me desarma mesmo antes de lutar&lt;br /&gt;fulminada deixo-me assim no solo tombar&lt;br /&gt;como um cobarde apanhado num fogo cruzado&lt;br /&gt;nesse instante penso que o tempo está parado&lt;br /&gt;à espera que o meu mundo renasça pensando&lt;br /&gt;eu: como e porquê? aqui estou eu ansiando&lt;br /&gt;por uma mudança, mas nunca olho em mim&lt;br /&gt;como viver sempre indefinidamente assim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-8654922697534907698?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/8654922697534907698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=8654922697534907698' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/8654922697534907698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/8654922697534907698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/indefinidamente.html' title='indefinidamente'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-7668949781153783779</id><published>2007-02-05T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:11:52.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o meu primeiro poema: fi-lo com 7 anos'/><title type='text'>o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcfjeTvhScI/AAAAAAAAACc/1gFCkVcn1hU/s1600-h/FredAppleyard_Pearls_for_kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcfjeTvhScI/AAAAAAAAACc/1gFCkVcn1hU/s320/FredAppleyard_Pearls_for_kisses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028237618817616322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é infinito&lt;br /&gt;caindo como uma pétala&lt;br /&gt;nesse mar sereno&lt;br /&gt;que tu tens no olhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-7668949781153783779?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/7668949781153783779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=7668949781153783779' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/7668949781153783779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/7668949781153783779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-amor.html' title='o amor'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcfjeTvhScI/AAAAAAAAACc/1gFCkVcn1hU/s72-c/FredAppleyard_Pearls_for_kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-3649335463384511805</id><published>2007-02-05T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:10:56.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um dia excelente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcfVZDvhSbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RK7HZoShQsM/s1600-h/MENINA%2520SENTADA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcfVZDvhSbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RK7HZoShQsM/s320/MENINA%2520SENTADA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028222135460514226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://malandra.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/amanhecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://malandra.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/amanhecer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um dia notável...mais! um dia excelente&lt;br /&gt;é um dia que começa antes mesmo de nascer&lt;br /&gt;em que todas as flores se abrem precocemente&lt;br /&gt;só para verem raiar este novo amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um dia em que aprazíveis rouxinóis cantam&lt;br /&gt;à janela de lindas e madrugadoras donzelas&lt;br /&gt;e em que os irrequietos gaiatos se alevantam&lt;br /&gt;e correm animados pelas sombrias ruelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é um dia em que as taciturnas corujas dançam&lt;br /&gt;ao som dos grilos e dos insectos lumieiros&lt;br /&gt;a até os estáticos alámos do jardim balançam&lt;br /&gt;querendo ser a saudar o novo dia os primeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um dia excelente começa antes que o galo cante&lt;br /&gt;quando os lobos e os cães ainda ululam no monte&lt;br /&gt;enquanto as fagulhas crepitam de forma incessante&lt;br /&gt;e as remanescentes almas são guiadas por caronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um dia em que as estrelas miram um sol adormecido&lt;br /&gt;e confortam os amantes entrelaçados pela paixão&lt;br /&gt;neste dia finalmente será lembrado aquele que foi esquecido&lt;br /&gt;acordou! o sol engradeceu seus raios e nos tocou no coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-3649335463384511805?l=aminhaescritacriativa.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/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcfVZDvhSbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RK7HZoShQsM/s72-c/MENINA%2520SENTADA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-1990363578476387642</id><published>2007-02-05T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:17:09.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>world visitor map</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="modmyprofileDOTcom"&gt;&lt;a href="http://new.modmyprofile.com/map.php?id=831174"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.modmyprofile.com/worlds/831174.bmp" alt="You are now marked on my profile visitor map!" border=0&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are now marked on my profile visitor map!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=position:absolute;left:0;top:0&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cursor-codes.com" title="myspace cursors"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nortonproject.com/mycursor2.gif" border="0" alt="cursor codes"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cursor-codes.com" title="free cursors"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nortonproject.com/mycursor2.gif" border="0" alt="myspace cursors"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Free MySpace Cursors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STYLE TYPE="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODY{cursor: url(http://www.cursor-codes.com/cursors/rose.ani);}&lt;/STYLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-1990363578476387642?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/1990363578476387642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=1990363578476387642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/1990363578476387642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/1990363578476387642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/world-visitor-map.html' title='world visitor map'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-1146468298478329581</id><published>2007-02-05T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:52:51.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcemzTvhSVI/AAAAAAAAABI/KF006YJD6_4/s1600-h/Magical%20taste%20of%20decay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028170909385574738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcemzTvhSVI/AAAAAAAAABI/KF006YJD6_4/s320/Magical%2520taste%2520of%2520decay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaythrone.com/traped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jaythrone.com/traped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;entre quatro muros de silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;deito-me assim desalmadamente no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cubro-me com uma manta de solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abandonando-me assim àquela forçada inércia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pelo meu corpo roçam corpos invisiveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;são setas que me ferem e rasgam a pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;como quem passa por mim e não me vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e acredito-me com a mesma força vã de quem não crê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;este silêncio corta-me o coração que não tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;da mesma forma que no chão rastejam corpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sem sombra, fazendo silêncio, inalcançáveis&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/7082349739661163177-1146468298478329581?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/1146468298478329581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=1146468298478329581' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/1146468298478329581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/1146468298478329581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/silncio.html' title='silêncio'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcemzTvhSVI/AAAAAAAAABI/KF006YJD6_4/s72-c/Magical%2520taste%2520of%2520decay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-6461154945922036972</id><published>2007-02-05T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:20:12.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>horizonte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcefTTvhSUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9_QF3ftkcOQ/s1600-h/PÃ´r+do+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028162663048366402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcefTTvhSUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9_QF3ftkcOQ/s320/P%C3%B4r+do+sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;olho o horizonte e vejo grandes castros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de uma deliciosa e espantosa alvura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;navegam lentamente gigantes da altura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o meu imenso empíreo como mastros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de um navio sem comandante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;envolvidos numa imensidão azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;navegam lentamente para sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;em transformação constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de súbito como a luz envolvente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;transformam-se da cor da flama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ou então na escuridão que nos chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quando nos deixamos dormir docemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de repente dou-me conta que eles são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a travessia de tanta infortunada alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que viajam com inquietante calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;para destinos de paz ou de perdição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7082349739661163177-6461154945922036972?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/6461154945922036972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=6461154945922036972' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/6461154945922036972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/6461154945922036972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/horizonte.html' title='horizonte'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcefTTvhSUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9_QF3ftkcOQ/s72-c/P%C3%B4r+do+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-2321284574009643510</id><published>2007-02-05T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:56:48.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus sabe o quanto te amei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RceZ5zvhSTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FU18koW0Y3U/s1600-h/287084678.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028156727403563314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RceZ5zvhSTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FU18koW0Y3U/s320/287084678.img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deus sabe o quanto te amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o quanto esperei por ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quantos dias e noites chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tudo isto só por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;queria acariciar-te o cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enquanto estavas a dormir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quantas vezes disse que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apenas para te ver sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quantas vezes te beijei logo pela manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apenas para ver a tua face doce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas tudo isso foi coisa vã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quantas desejei ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;uma única lágrima que fosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quando te disse que ia partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tu nem sabes que a leve brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que toca na tua face maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;é a minha saudade a beijar-te silenciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e agora que o tempo já vai distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e a vida deixou de ser maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tu nem sabes o quanto te dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;por ti vivi intensamente cada instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;só Deus sabe o quanto te amei&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/7082349739661163177-2321284574009643510?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/2321284574009643510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=2321284574009643510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/2321284574009643510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/2321284574009643510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/deus-sabe-o-quanto-te-amei.html' title='Deus sabe o quanto te amei'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RceZ5zvhSTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FU18koW0Y3U/s72-c/287084678.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-336982580533165110</id><published>2007-02-05T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:46:45.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sem amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RceXcTvhSSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xp9JLElq7o0/s1600-h/10238~All-Hallow-s-Eve-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028154021574166818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RceXcTvhSSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xp9JLElq7o0/s320/10238~All-Hallow-s-Eve-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;procurei por todo o lado o verdadeiro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;queria ser amada, queria ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e no fim descobri apenas a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amar-te foi tudo o que sempre quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mas de ti não vi nem sequer um pouco de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por ti tudo eu fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;para no fim ficar sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;esperando por um amor que não vinha&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/7082349739661163177-336982580533165110?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/336982580533165110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=336982580533165110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/336982580533165110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/336982580533165110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/sem-amor.html' title='sem amor'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RceXcTvhSSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xp9JLElq7o0/s72-c/10238~All-Hallow-s-Eve-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-2994228985905374530</id><published>2007-02-05T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:32:52.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcewIzvhSWI/AAAAAAAAABU/BhbK4uW1MCY/s1600-h/perdida2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028181174357412194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcewIzvhSWI/AAAAAAAAABU/BhbK4uW1MCY/s320/perdida2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sou algo vazio, irreal, sem sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;vagueio sem rumo por entre a multidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;não tenho moral, consciência ou pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;não tenho destino, vida ou mesmo coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;vivo à margem, mesmo à rés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sou um misto de revolta e rebeldia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sou pequenos passos de cada vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;vivo aos poucos e poucos cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ninguém me conhece, nem mesmo eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sou uma incógnita para mim própria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;não sou qualquer coisa de teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sou dona de mim própria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sei lá se devo renegar a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;talvez seja o que há-de melhor a fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;só sei que a minha infância perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;não há-de voltar a aparecer&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/7082349739661163177-2994228985905374530?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/2994228985905374530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=2994228985905374530' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/2994228985905374530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/2994228985905374530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/perdida.html' title='perdida'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcewIzvhSWI/AAAAAAAAABU/BhbK4uW1MCY/s72-c/perdida2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-7868672496720375197</id><published>2007-02-05T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:41:55.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR SURREALISTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RceyfTvhSXI/AAAAAAAAABg/Vfc6xS9PXTw/s1600-h/275447685.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028183759927724402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RceyfTvhSXI/AAAAAAAAABg/Vfc6xS9PXTw/s320/275447685.img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ha noites em que durmo de olhos abertos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como quem faz musica e escrevinha sonhando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Com certas palavras vou inocentemente brincando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Escrevendo versos desta realidade libertos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cai-o entao naquilo que nao me sai do pensamento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do mel que sai das tuas ternas promessas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A tua boca e ja de si, doce poesia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero naufragar nesses teus olhos azuis, nesse oceano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De intemperies, onde a calma e apenas pura rebeldia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Senti-te por entre as brumas do meu eterno desespero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E entro de mansinho sem convite no teu mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o quimera, o idilio perfeito que ainda procuro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um desejo de encontrar um sentimento mais puro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade que nas aguas do mar assim se perdia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma lagrima que por entre os meus labios morria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou ardendo por dentro por nao te ver&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/7082349739661163177-7868672496720375197?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/7868672496720375197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=7868672496720375197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/7868672496720375197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/7868672496720375197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/amor-surrealista.html' title='AMOR SURREALISTA'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RceyfTvhSXI/AAAAAAAAABg/Vfc6xS9PXTw/s72-c/275447685.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-5457305722823340111</id><published>2007-02-05T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:48:35.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SER POETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcezkjvhSYI/AAAAAAAAABs/U2CDqoVa97s/s1600-h/calling-the-mist.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028184949633665410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcezkjvhSYI/AAAAAAAAABs/U2CDqoVa97s/s320/calling-the-mist.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics-33.hi5.com/userpics/733/280/280685733.img.jpg" target="_blank" name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser poeta e falar com o nosso coracao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e cantar a verdade, o amor sem medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e revelar cada sentimento e segredo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e dizer mil vezes sim, a cada nao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser poeta e destruir a penosa solidao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e cantar alegre, bem alto e bem cedo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Poesia e o meu fado e o meu credo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e a minha gloria e a minha perdicao!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser poeta e dizer, o que nos vai na alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e enfrentar as preocupacoes com calma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A poesia e o nosso confidente secreto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e quando so um terno amor nos acalma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NAO! A poesia e mais do que alegria, e alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E ser poeta e buscar nas palavras afecto. &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/7082349739661163177-5457305722823340111?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/5457305722823340111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=5457305722823340111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/5457305722823340111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/5457305722823340111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/ser-poeta.html' title='SER POETA'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcezkjvhSYI/AAAAAAAAABs/U2CDqoVa97s/s72-c/calling-the-mist.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-1350082771841776163</id><published>2007-02-05T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T15:42:44.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POR MAIS QUE O TEMPO PASSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcfAfzvhSaI/AAAAAAAAACE/7wQPrknlAxw/s1600-h/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcfAfzvhSaI/AAAAAAAAACE/7wQPrknlAxw/s320/abraco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028199161680447906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://poesialusa.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/abraco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://poesialusa.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/abraco.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics-59.hi5.com/userpics/559/281/281237559.img.jpg" target="_blank" name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por mais que o tempo em meu redor passe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fugindo ligeiro de algum momento perdido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mesmo que por cento e um anos erra-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por algum pedaco de terra algures esquecido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As arvores poderiam despir suas folhas, cair por terra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No ceu, poderiam as estrelas, apagar-se por uma noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O meu mundo, ser devastado por uma cruel guerra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E eu nao ter sequer uma pobre choupana aonde me acoite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E tudo o que alguma vez conheci ficar assim em suma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Irreal e desconhecido aos meus olhos cansados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;De vaguear numa terra agreste, sem frutos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E o silencio cobrir tudo como uma estranha bruma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Meus sonhos transformados em cinza e levados pelo vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Meu coracao despedacado por mil dolorosos lutos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que a minha face estaria iluminada pelo pensamento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pela imagem dos teus bracos ternos amparando minha solidao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Devolvendo-me uma esperanca inconscientemente subtraida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sentindo a forca de um sentimento libertador da escuridao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Basta-me um sorriso para que a minha vida seja evadida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por tua dedicada culpa, por amoraveis sonhos de ilusao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082349739661163177-1350082771841776163?l=aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/feeds/1350082771841776163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7082349739661163177&amp;postID=1350082771841776163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/1350082771841776163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082349739661163177/posts/default/1350082771841776163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aminhaescritacriativa.blogspot.com/2007/02/por-mais-que-o-tempo-passe.html' title='POR MAIS QUE O TEMPO PASSE'/><author><name>Bruna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854033504462562794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_IQz-WPjEE/ThePRS-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/67DwkjeAam0/s220/vanilla-twilight.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/RcfAfzvhSaI/AAAAAAAAACE/7wQPrknlAxw/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082349739661163177.post-4751430284652191281</id><published>2007-02-05T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T15:02:45.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a minha cidade'/><title type='text'>lisboa, minha alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/Rce3ITvhSZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jKDYFBo0lRw/s1600-h/jenna-faery-ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028188862348872082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s0Wm5Aqnh2s/Rce3ITvhSZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jKDYFBo0lRw/s320/jenna-faery-ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pgr.pt/eurojustice2005/images/lisboa-castelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pgr.pt/eurojustice2005/images/lisboa-castelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lisboa és linda morena de azuis olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mulher gaiteira e cheia de graça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;com verde vestido de rendas aos folhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;em tuas curvas, nao há encantamento que se desfaça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;canta-me o fado nessas noites em que se festeja o santo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ai moça, com garra e cheia de alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tua voz chora de alegria em vivo pranto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;só em vista da tua eterna beleza teu povo se acalma&lt;/span&gt; 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