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Pensamentos que me elevam&lt;br /&gt;Fazem de mim o que bem Querem..&lt;br /&gt;Fico precisando de uns Ajustes&lt;br /&gt;Aperta aqui e ali Também..&lt;br /&gt;Sublimar esse par Perfeito&lt;br /&gt;É desenhar o não Existente..&lt;br /&gt;Segurar suas mãos me Envolve&lt;br /&gt;De ternura e Emoções..&lt;br /&gt;Torna meus dias mais Felizes&lt;br /&gt;E séculos a te Sonhar..&lt;br /&gt;Doce magia tem sua Poesia&lt;br /&gt;Que retrata os mais belos Sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Uma postura ideal e Correta&lt;br /&gt;Sabes como me fazem Bem..&lt;br /&gt;Usa e abusa da Sedução&lt;br /&gt;Sabe fazer valer o que é Bom&lt;br /&gt;As palavras ditas pela sua Boca&lt;br /&gt;Sai suave.. doce.. linda Canção..&lt;br /&gt;Quero você meu Amorzinho&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias da minha Vida&lt;br /&gt;Juntos acordarmos todas as Manhãs&lt;br /&gt;Com juras de amor Eterno!!&lt;br /&gt;Quero você.. me espere!!&lt;br /&gt;TÎËH Ø£SËÑ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kH_g0c3A9ZM/S9MgTP3qBZI/AAAAAAAAEKs/Nm08ysb1rkI/SideBarButtomsDivider-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH_g0c3A9ZM/TDjnBAM0GVI/AAAAAAAAEv0/40vIai_-7hY/s400/poesiademarcelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492393749997951314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta é uma poesia de um amigo Marcelo embaixo tem o blog dele faça uma visita vc vai gostar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/marcelobernardo"&gt;http://blogs.myspace.com/marcelobernardo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kH_g0c3A9ZM/S9MgTP3qBZI/AAAAAAAAEKs/Nm08ysb1rkI/SideBarButtomsDivider-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 103px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kH_g0c3A9ZM/S9MgTP3qBZI/AAAAAAAAEKs/Nm08ysb1rkI/SideBarButtomsDivider-2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8125205055797861843?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8125205055797861843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8125205055797861843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8125205055797861843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8125205055797861843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/07/diamante.html' title='Diamante'/><author><name>DTsantos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06553048477852327035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ExUrs8rLoqc/Ts1pJhlEWEI/AAAAAAAAF8g/Qik-hHbgHfc/s220/mey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH_g0c3A9ZM/TDjnBAM0GVI/AAAAAAAAEv0/40vIai_-7hY/s72-c/poesiademarcelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-1170965648420042663</id><published>2010-04-14T10:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:16:46.071-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Sublime momento de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S8XHvyCGIZI/AAAAAAAAa5Q/3PRYmGEqyko/s320/rosaadmiraci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S8XHvyCGIZI/AAAAAAAAa5Q/3PRYmGEqyko/s320/rosaadmiraci.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sublime momento de amor&lt;br /&gt;Estar com você ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Nos perdendo entre os lençóis&lt;br /&gt;No vai e vem encantado&lt;br /&gt;Um clima de romance no ar&lt;br /&gt;As chamas das velas a bailar&lt;br /&gt;Iluminam seu corpo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Rainha sob a luz do luar&lt;br /&gt;Pétalas de rosas espalham-se ao chão&lt;br /&gt;No quarto a misturar os perfumes&lt;br /&gt;Das rosas e do cheiro da fêmea&lt;br /&gt;Me embriagam de prazer e tesão&lt;br /&gt;Sublime momento de amor&lt;br /&gt;(DA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo166/puroamor_2008/SideBarButtomsDivider-2b-1-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 98px;" src="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo166/puroamor_2008/SideBarButtomsDivider-2b-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&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/2192196737086633904-1170965648420042663?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1170965648420042663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=1170965648420042663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1170965648420042663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1170965648420042663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/sublime-momento-de-amor.html' title='Sublime momento de amor'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S8XHvyCGIZI/AAAAAAAAa5Q/3PRYmGEqyko/s72-c/rosaadmiraci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-2239755460621922084</id><published>2010-04-11T16:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T09:22:53.405-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Vontade de te encontrar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S8IpQLZQvkI/AAAAAAAAawI/JdSmJYMoWFk/s200/o4F8y-Jmlk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S8IpQLZQvkI/AAAAAAAAawI/JdSmJYMoWFk/s200/o4F8y-Jmlk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VONTADE DE TE ENCONTRAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro por todo o lado um amor que seja meu&lt;br /&gt;preciso de ser amado por esse amor que é o teu !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe não o encontro numa esquina de rua&lt;br /&gt;procuro no mar revolto e até no brilho da lua !&lt;br /&gt;Vivo assim com a certeza de um dia te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;no meio da natureza ou até na mesa de um bar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino minha felicidade a partir desse momento&lt;br /&gt;terminarà esta ansiedade que não me sai do pensamento!&lt;br /&gt;Não perco jamais a esperança de contigo me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;de te abraçar, te beijar e para sempre te amar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Manuel Escalhão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo166/puroamor_2008/SideBarButtomsDivider-2b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 103px;" src="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo166/puroamor_2008/SideBarButtomsDivider-2b.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-2239755460621922084?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2239755460621922084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=2239755460621922084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2239755460621922084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2239755460621922084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/vntade-de-te-encontrar.html' title='Vontade de te encontrar'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S8IpQLZQvkI/AAAAAAAAawI/JdSmJYMoWFk/s72-c/o4F8y-Jmlk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-6661381534441940407</id><published>2010-03-03T12:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:31:56.693-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>A Dança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S46CX1CjhHI/AAAAAAAAY-U/qoyvGnfr4Hg/s320/casal3.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S46CX1CjhHI/AAAAAAAAY-U/qoyvGnfr4Hg/s320/casal3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Dança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te amo como se fosse rosa de sal, topázio&lt;br /&gt;Ou flecha de cravos que propagam fogo:&lt;br /&gt;Te amo como se amam certas coisas obscuras,&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente, entre a sombra e a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo como a planta que não floresce e&lt;br /&gt;Leva dentro de si, oculta, a luz daquelas flores.&lt;br /&gt;E graças a teu amor, vive oculto em meu&lt;br /&gt;Corpo o apertado aroma que ascende da terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo diretamente sem problemas nem orgulho;&lt;br /&gt;Assim te amo porque não sei amar de outra maneira,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senão assim, deste modo, em que não sou nem és.&lt;br /&gt;Tão perto de tua mão sobre meu peito é minha,&lt;br /&gt;Tão perto que se fecham teus olhos com meu sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo166/puroamor_2008/SideBarButtomsDivider-2b-1-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 98px;" src="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo166/puroamor_2008/SideBarButtomsDivider-2b-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-6661381534441940407?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6661381534441940407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=6661381534441940407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/6661381534441940407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/6661381534441940407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/03/danca.html' title='A Dança'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S46CX1CjhHI/AAAAAAAAY-U/qoyvGnfr4Hg/s72-c/casal3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4596004313966182015</id><published>2010-02-27T12:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:34:34.053-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><title type='text'>transformo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S4k2SOKc9NI/AAAAAAAAY30/nLtzEt1XmJs/s320/24464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S4k2SOKc9NI/AAAAAAAAY30/nLtzEt1XmJs/s320/24464.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Transformo os sonhos em mar,&lt;br /&gt;E no mar navego sem fim…&lt;br /&gt;Acendo archotes de fogo vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Deste amor que há dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti roubo as gotas do luar,&lt;br /&gt;E das estrelas componho melodias…&lt;br /&gt;Aqueço em brasas as noites frias,&lt;br /&gt;Perdido na luz do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo os teus passos como tua sombra…&lt;br /&gt;De ti bebi a paixão onde mato a minha sede,&lt;br /&gt;Da prisão dos teus braços não me quero libertar.&lt;br /&gt;Por te amar assim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a vida acontece,&lt;br /&gt;Eu e tu somos apenas um,&lt;br /&gt;Quero embrulhar o mundo para te dar…&lt;br /&gt;Reunir numa caixa todo o amor do universo,&lt;br /&gt;Porque dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Haverá sempre um lugar para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero acordar sempre ao teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;E beijar-te em cada segundo…&lt;br /&gt;Rasgar o momento em perpétuos movimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje e sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite e dia, o tempo vai passando, como o vento forte,&lt;br /&gt;Que leva e traz o desejo que habita em nós,&lt;br /&gt;Porque esta felicidade é o meu castigo,&lt;br /&gt;Morro quando não estou contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Tanto amor não devia ser permitido…&lt;br /&gt;Por te amar assim…&lt;br /&gt;(ganhei por e-mail desconheço a autoria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo166/puroamor_2008/SideBarButtomsDivider-2b-1-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 98px;" src="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo166/puroamor_2008/SideBarButtomsDivider-2b-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4596004313966182015?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4596004313966182015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4596004313966182015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4596004313966182015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4596004313966182015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/02/transformo.html' title='transformo'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S4k2SOKc9NI/AAAAAAAAY30/nLtzEt1XmJs/s72-c/24464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-40159840330038138</id><published>2010-01-26T17:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:37:46.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Nuvens encobrem meus olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SvwENPk57eI/AAAAAAAATes/FyTCejl8im0/s200/mfb925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SvwENPk57eI/AAAAAAAATes/FyTCejl8im0/s200/mfb925.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nuvens encobrem meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Uma neblina que esfria minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Caminho no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Escuto o som do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;A misturar&lt;br /&gt;Triturar a luz do dia&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a magia dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda respiro&lt;br /&gt;Transpiro&lt;br /&gt;A desejar,&lt;br /&gt;De forma vaga,&lt;br /&gt;Que o sol me traga,&lt;br /&gt;O calor,&lt;br /&gt;Acabe a dor,&lt;br /&gt;Que me aperta o peito,&lt;br /&gt;Desaba em meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;O véu da tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Tornar, distorcer,&lt;br /&gt;Em pedaços,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que vou esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos infantis,&lt;br /&gt;De belos querubins,&lt;br /&gt;Risos infantis,&lt;br /&gt;No calor,&lt;br /&gt;Do fogo da paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo,&lt;br /&gt;Escoando,&lt;br /&gt;Minha voz no vento.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo166/puroamor_2008/SideBarButtomsDivider-2b-1-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 98px;" src="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo166/puroamor_2008/SideBarButtomsDivider-2b-1-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&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/2192196737086633904-40159840330038138?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/40159840330038138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=40159840330038138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/40159840330038138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/40159840330038138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/01/nuvens-encobrem-meus-olhos.html' title='Nuvens encobrem meus olhos'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SvwENPk57eI/AAAAAAAATes/FyTCejl8im0/s72-c/mfb925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-2668858487677043108</id><published>2010-01-25T23:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:20:27.120-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>A uma ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S15DH3Cj43I/AAAAAAAAX6E/nkrrc96NCCg/s200/M%C3%A1goas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430852002968232818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A uma ausência &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me, sem sentir, todo abrasado&lt;br /&gt;No rigoroso fogo que me alenta;&lt;br /&gt;O mal que me consome me sustenta,&lt;br /&gt;O bem que me entretém me dá cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando sem me mover, falo calado,&lt;br /&gt;o que mais perto vejo se me ausenta,&lt;br /&gt;E o que estou sem ver mais me atormenta;&lt;br /&gt;Alegro-me de ver-me atormentado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choro no mesmo ponto em que me rio,&lt;br /&gt;No mor risco me anima a confiança,&lt;br /&gt;Do que menos se espera estou mais certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se de confiado desconfio,&lt;br /&gt;É porque, entre os receios da mudança,&lt;br /&gt;Ando perdido em mim como em deserto.&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Barbosa Bacelar (1610 - 1663)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-2668858487677043108?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2668858487677043108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=2668858487677043108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2668858487677043108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2668858487677043108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-ausencia.html' title='A uma ausência'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S15DH3Cj43I/AAAAAAAAX6E/nkrrc96NCCg/s72-c/M%C3%A1goas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4269719955777386876</id><published>2010-01-23T23:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:50:22.149-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Hoje me contento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S1unKf8SFXI/AAAAAAAAXy0/fPodsDf1gvY/s320/0aaaamor7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430117574540137842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me contento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acolho com ternura frases ditas&lt;br /&gt;Na essência perfumada do olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Adentro as margens do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Despindo a alma em doces devaneios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrima incontida acariciando a face,&lt;br /&gt;Na luminosidade do alvorecer,&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio aconselha-me,&lt;br /&gt;A eternizar o momento profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me meditar meus valores,&lt;br /&gt;Naquilo que acredito,&lt;br /&gt;A força que me sustenta,&lt;br /&gt;E me faz ver além.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformo-me em gigante,&lt;br /&gt;Em situações reais do cotidiano,&lt;br /&gt;Cenário banal,passado em filme,&lt;br /&gt;Em preto e branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisera retroceder o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Instalar-me nos corações,&lt;br /&gt;Passeando lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;Descobrindo os porquês de muitas perguntas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respostas que talvez um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Com clareza eu consiga entender,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me contento...&lt;br /&gt;Em simplesmente viver!&lt;br /&gt;(da)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4269719955777386876?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4269719955777386876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4269719955777386876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4269719955777386876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4269719955777386876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-me-contento.html' title='Hoje me contento...'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/S1unKf8SFXI/AAAAAAAAXy0/fPodsDf1gvY/s72-c/0aaaamor7.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-7401457410213862856</id><published>2009-12-19T12:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T12:50:55.164-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Syznnl_FuGI/AAAAAAAAV_k/wLTGvbY2iZ0/s200/saudades_espaco_tempo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416959119217506402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Te abraço forte teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar coladinho contigo&lt;br /&gt;Para te amar e te beijar&lt;br /&gt;Do teu lado esquerdo beijar-te&lt;br /&gt;direito acariciar-me na nuca&lt;br /&gt;Sinto arrepios abraças-me&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite esse silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Quero te amar bem juntinho&lt;br /&gt;Te beijar com carinho&lt;br /&gt;Teus afagos me entontece&lt;br /&gt;Nessa loucura do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;No segredo de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Beijo-te por inteira em carícias&lt;br /&gt;sinto tua pele&lt;br /&gt;Tuas mãos suaves deslizam em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;No tesâo de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Meus dedos te acarinham&lt;br /&gt;seu corpo como pétalas de rosas&lt;br /&gt;Te abraço forte em caricias&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo sobre o meu aquecido&lt;br /&gt;Num gozo de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Tuas mãos nas minhas entrelaçadas&lt;br /&gt;Teus lábios molhados adocicados extasiados adormecemos&lt;br /&gt;no aconchego do meu coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-7401457410213862856?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7401457410213862856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=7401457410213862856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7401457410213862856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7401457410213862856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor.html' title='Amor!'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Syznnl_FuGI/AAAAAAAAV_k/wLTGvbY2iZ0/s72-c/saudades_espaco_tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-5474027590240684064</id><published>2009-11-27T20:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:03:24.584-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><title type='text'>atalhos de sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SxBac6PakPI/AAAAAAAAUoY/pcfq3FmJBtU/s200/0aaamonta3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408922605188714738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atalhos de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha me dar o teu abraço quente...&lt;br /&gt;Boca na boca, me ofereça um beijo ardente...&lt;br /&gt;Hora de entrega, paixão, corpo presente,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-te pleno, no embalo do meu ventre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes do sol...te apressa..vem me ter...&lt;br /&gt;A madrugada não nos poderá conter...&lt;br /&gt;Lençóis desfeitos, sangue a nos ferver...&lt;br /&gt;Lua e estrelas altas, já a se esconder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos ansiosas, percorrem, eletrizadas,&lt;br /&gt;Nossas loucas veredas, sendas desbravadas...&lt;br /&gt;Trilhas de sonho, as mais lúdicas estradas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magníficos oásis, naturezas incontidas...&lt;br /&gt;E quando me sentires, atada e exaurida,&lt;br /&gt;Explode e te derrama...faz nascer a vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-5474027590240684064?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5474027590240684064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=5474027590240684064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5474027590240684064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5474027590240684064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/atalhos-de-sonhos.html' title='atalhos de sonhos'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SxBac6PakPI/AAAAAAAAUoY/pcfq3FmJBtU/s72-c/0aaamonta3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4958576173027648680</id><published>2009-11-14T22:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:17:00.738-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Convida-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sv9H5i3zSTI/AAAAAAAATqI/7jCal0kXToc/s320/0aaadeusa6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404117131806853426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convida-me para amar...&lt;br /&gt;Convida-me para ousar...&lt;br /&gt;Tens um olhar convidativo&lt;br /&gt;que consegue me encantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convida-me para o sonho...&lt;br /&gt;Convida-me para a ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo me convida&lt;br /&gt;a embarcar nesta paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu pareces com o mar,&lt;br /&gt;convidativo e envolvente.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes onda suave&lt;br /&gt;que me leva lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes tempestade,&lt;br /&gt;que me arrasta bruscamente.&lt;br /&gt;Que me leva nas tormentas...&lt;br /&gt;Que me prende nas correntes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convida-me...Oh,convida-me,&lt;br /&gt;a viver esta aventura.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos prender nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;numa onda de loucura!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4958576173027648680?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4958576173027648680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4958576173027648680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4958576173027648680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4958576173027648680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/convida-me.html' title='Convida-me'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sv9H5i3zSTI/AAAAAAAATqI/7jCal0kXToc/s72-c/0aaadeusa6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-665462911697849867</id><published>2009-10-15T08:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:37:40.143-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Doídas saudades felizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/StcJZa212RI/AAAAAAAASlY/GGjhknzYEUo/s200/xvQXH_bMx_.jpg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392789411110181138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doídas saudades felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente tem saudades de tantos lindos momentos...&lt;br /&gt;A gente tem saudades do que viveu, e não consegue&lt;br /&gt;viver de novo. De um grande amor interrompido...&lt;br /&gt;de um gostar proibido. A gente tem saudade do&lt;br /&gt;que não fez... e poderia ter feito...&lt;br /&gt;São saudades dúbias... ora rimos, ora choramos...&lt;br /&gt;São saudades de coisas incompletas,&lt;br /&gt;que ficaram por acontecer, e o destino interrompeu...&lt;br /&gt;A gente tem saudades da gente mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Do que fomos em outros tempos...&lt;br /&gt;A gente ri e chora de saudades de um grande amor...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! na certa não poderia suportar...&lt;br /&gt;Se não me ancorasse nas lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;Do que deu para acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;Quase não dou conta dessas saudades todas...&lt;br /&gt;Creio que são as lembranças que me salvam...&lt;br /&gt;De me perder na saudade, e dão a ela&lt;br /&gt;Aquele sabor de felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades felizes, acontecem... sim,&lt;br /&gt;Se temos doces lembranças!&lt;br /&gt;Doídas saudades felizes..&lt;br /&gt;(da)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-665462911697849867?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/665462911697849867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=665462911697849867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/665462911697849867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/665462911697849867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/doidas-saudades-felizes.html' title='Doídas saudades felizes'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/StcJZa212RI/AAAAAAAASlY/GGjhknzYEUo/s72-c/xvQXH_bMx_.jpg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4279643224067258552</id><published>2009-10-01T11:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:35:54.109-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Deu medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SsS9zvjGsyI/AAAAAAAASEs/9b3QUQRyVUw/s200/0aaalove-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387639750876640034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu medo quando vi você&lt;br /&gt;pela primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Quando meu olhar pousou no teu&lt;br /&gt;Assim, meio de lado&lt;br /&gt;E um arrepiu percorreu o corpo todo&lt;br /&gt;E eu tremi.&lt;br /&gt;Deu medo antes...e continua ainda&lt;br /&gt;Este medo me faz dar um passo a frente&lt;br /&gt;E três para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Finjo q não tô nem aí&lt;br /&gt;mas de repente me pego a te olhar&lt;br /&gt;e fico voltando a olhar, a olhar e olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei mais parar de te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sei que quando te olho&lt;br /&gt;Nesse olhar proibido&lt;br /&gt;Esse olhar eu escolho&lt;br /&gt;No mais puro modo de sentir&lt;br /&gt;Sei que quando me olhas&lt;br /&gt;Nesse olhar consentido&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me escolhas&lt;br /&gt;Como um jeito só teu&lt;br /&gt;Sei que quando te toco&lt;br /&gt;E tu me sentes, eu percebo&lt;br /&gt;O que não consegues esconder&lt;br /&gt;Sei que quando vais&lt;br /&gt;E eu me vou,&lt;br /&gt;Você fica em mim&lt;br /&gt;E eu fico em você...&lt;br /&gt;Dá medo...&lt;br /&gt;medo de querer mais do que posso ter...&lt;br /&gt;(da)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4279643224067258552?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4279643224067258552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4279643224067258552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4279643224067258552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4279643224067258552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/deu-medo.html' title='Deu medo'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SsS9zvjGsyI/AAAAAAAASEs/9b3QUQRyVUw/s72-c/0aaalove-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4751755305782473253</id><published>2009-09-26T20:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:22:04.043-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Quebra este silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sr6h3Wc9trI/AAAAAAAAR3E/QDT6O4XyuaQ/s320/0aaadeusanegra-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385920176673633970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebra este silêncio que me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;sussurra-me teus desejos&lt;br /&gt;invade-me com tua fala&lt;br /&gt;penetra-me com tua poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te permito&lt;br /&gt;Eu te convido&lt;br /&gt;Eu te convoco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz de mim tua folha em branco&lt;br /&gt;e me transforma em letras e sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escreve em mim tua história&lt;br /&gt;e através de tua caneta&lt;br /&gt;imortaliza minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;(ad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4751755305782473253?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4751755305782473253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4751755305782473253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4751755305782473253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4751755305782473253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/quebra-este-silencio.html' title='Quebra este silêncio'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sr6h3Wc9trI/AAAAAAAAR3E/QDT6O4XyuaQ/s72-c/0aaadeusanegra-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-5657701598577459107</id><published>2009-09-21T14:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:21:56.082-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Eu gostaria que fosse verdade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sre19_spDsI/AAAAAAAARfU/qQjoBrBFpMk/s200/relogio.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383971956220038850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria que fosse verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não percebeu que junto com as flores que colheu à tarde no jardim,&lt;br /&gt;eu vim de carona nelas.&lt;br /&gt;como sei que com elas me porá no vaso grande da mesa da sala,&lt;br /&gt;estou torcendo para que nele não coloque água gelada.&lt;br /&gt;Também espero que eu faça parte de um arranjo delicado,&lt;br /&gt;meio ramada gigante destas que enfeitam as mesas maciças&lt;br /&gt;dos corredores dos shoppings de luxo.&lt;br /&gt;E que vá dormir para que eu durma também,&lt;br /&gt;pousado numa pétala de uma dama-da-noite perfumada,&lt;br /&gt;e assim esperar por você até o dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;E será domingo, e você verá suas flores colhidas de véspera,&lt;br /&gt;e quem sabe me encontre ainda adormecido.&lt;br /&gt;Então, por favor, não desacredite que sou eu quem está deitado na pétala suave.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ficaria triste se esta Aventura minha, de estar em sua casa,&lt;br /&gt;deitado numa pétala de flor a te esperar, fosse irreal.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se de fato isto for mentira, tampouco me desperte.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe que eu continue no meu sonho bom, acreditando que, pelo menos uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;fiz parte das suas flores.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria que fosse verdade.&lt;br /&gt;(da)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-5657701598577459107?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5657701598577459107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=5657701598577459107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5657701598577459107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5657701598577459107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-gostaria-que-fosse-verdade.html' title='Eu gostaria que fosse verdade.'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sre19_spDsI/AAAAAAAARfU/qQjoBrBFpMk/s72-c/relogio.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-5133487855802899491</id><published>2009-09-18T15:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:35:22.745-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>No Reino Encantado dos Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SrPSrFNLQwI/AAAAAAAARTc/bNAyAW6Yhfo/s200/Iwybq3jE6t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382877617211523842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Reino Encantado dos Sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os Sentimentos são risonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os Desejos são permitidos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os Pensamentos coloridos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Alegria e Felicidade…&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me na louca Paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os meus Sentidos perecem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante de tamanha emoção...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-5133487855802899491?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5133487855802899491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=5133487855802899491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5133487855802899491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5133487855802899491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-reino-encantado-dos-sonhos.html' title='No Reino Encantado dos Sonhos'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SrPSrFNLQwI/AAAAAAAARTc/bNAyAW6Yhfo/s72-c/Iwybq3jE6t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3296823040591548413</id><published>2009-09-17T12:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:41:25.202-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Você é Meu Tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SrJYcVhcANI/AAAAAAAARPE/qEgzOkZ4CwM/s200/core.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382461748498137298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é Meu Tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quis desenhar um coração&lt;br /&gt;e nele deixar marcas do amor,&lt;br /&gt;mas ele absorveu a palavra&lt;br /&gt;e deu vida aos sentimentos;&lt;br /&gt;multiplicou-se quando&lt;br /&gt;te encontrou e agora&lt;br /&gt;bate no peito marcando seus passos,&lt;br /&gt;me aperta na sua ausência&lt;br /&gt;fazendo-me conhecer o nada&lt;br /&gt;pois você é o meu tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Izabel Dias)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3296823040591548413?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3296823040591548413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3296823040591548413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3296823040591548413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3296823040591548413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/voce-e-meu-tudo.html' title='Você é Meu Tudo...'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SrJYcVhcANI/AAAAAAAARPE/qEgzOkZ4CwM/s72-c/core.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-921750280824114856</id><published>2009-09-15T11:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:14:58.585-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Pouco importa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sq-hHSeve8I/AAAAAAAARF0/q9vztQVB7V8/s320/passion_night_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381697226322967490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco importa o que sou e o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas e o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;O Inferno ou o paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Que outros acham é verdade ou mentira&lt;br /&gt;Numa vida,num espaço,num corpo&lt;br /&gt;Onde já nada faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É indiferente o sol&lt;br /&gt;A luz dos meus dias&lt;br /&gt;Nas trevas da tua noite&lt;br /&gt;É inútil o meu apelo&lt;br /&gt;São apenas palavras que se perdem&lt;br /&gt;No turbilhão de um momento&lt;br /&gt;De um silêncio agonizante&lt;br /&gt;Que instala o pânico no meu&lt;br /&gt;Vivo então neste desassossego&lt;br /&gt;Que esqueço por breves instantes&lt;br /&gt;Na ânsia de alcançar um pouco de paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-921750280824114856?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/921750280824114856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=921750280824114856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/921750280824114856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/921750280824114856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/pouco-importa.html' title='Pouco importa'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sq-hHSeve8I/AAAAAAAARF0/q9vztQVB7V8/s72-c/passion_night_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3628743636521382591</id><published>2009-09-12T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:40:36.847-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>O amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SqvOpou4MBI/AAAAAAAAQ5E/HTVtRP-paBM/s200/0aaacasal29980.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O amor é algo que faz o coração sonhar, &lt;br /&gt;dá calor à vida...&lt;br /&gt;È uma página que sempre será escrita ...&lt;br /&gt;vem para dar alegria e sentido à vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento único...&lt;br /&gt;O amor faz crescer...aquece alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando amo me entrego...&lt;br /&gt;e então me permito viajar&lt;br /&gt;por pensamentos de infinita felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;A procurar tão somente...&lt;br /&gt;você, meu “Amor” de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronta para te entregar meu desejo escondido, &lt;br /&gt;de repente despertar quando sonho estar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;imagino nossos lábios se encontrando...&lt;br /&gt;num beijo longo mais que desejado... &lt;br /&gt;preciso da tua prazerosa presença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá asas a imaginação...&lt;br /&gt;onde nossos corpos se encontram...&lt;br /&gt;se entregam ao amor que estava guardado em nós...&lt;br /&gt;A noite serena e plena...nos faz explodir em paixão...&lt;br /&gt;numa mágica e louca vontade de um amor que precisa acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então quando acordo e vejo que foi apenas sonho e ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro das tentativas de amar em vão e então tranco novamente meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais sofrer por amor, Não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3628743636521382591?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3628743636521382591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3628743636521382591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3628743636521382591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3628743636521382591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-amor.html' title='O amor'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SqvOpou4MBI/AAAAAAAAQ5E/HTVtRP-paBM/s72-c/0aaacasal29980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-2393769881025343589</id><published>2009-09-05T18:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:19:25.100-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Sol e a Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SqLVkrDqGsI/AAAAAAAAPo4/bNdeZRKKpWU/s320/0aaa344818i9dtojsyew.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378095731043867330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol e a Lua&lt;br /&gt;A  madrugada está perdendo aescuridão&lt;br /&gt;porque os raios da manhã já iluminam&lt;br /&gt;e até a noite chegar horas se passarão&lt;br /&gt;magnetismo e belaza da lua enfeitiçam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um compõe diariamente harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Um diz bom dia e o outro responde,&lt;br /&gt;boa noite minha amiga, em concordância&lt;br /&gt;poucas palavras resumem, sem entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sabe que me delicio do suave calor?&lt;br /&gt;Vitamina D do nosso sol sempre nascente&lt;br /&gt;vasculha-me pelas frestas sem tradutor&lt;br /&gt;Resgata meis um sorriso antes poente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, prateada , é luz fria, mas enigmática&lt;br /&gt;A lua, nas quatro fases, sendo apenas uma&lt;br /&gt;fértil, escura, porém totalmente dogmática&lt;br /&gt;para me ver,atreves-se sem medo a bruma&lt;br /&gt;(da)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-2393769881025343589?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2393769881025343589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=2393769881025343589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2393769881025343589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2393769881025343589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/sol-e-lua.html' title='Sol e a Lua'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SqLVkrDqGsI/AAAAAAAAPo4/bNdeZRKKpWU/s72-c/0aaa344818i9dtojsyew.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-1160171352581857659</id><published>2009-08-28T22:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:19:21.326-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Quando  se ama alguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SpiBRkVIrdI/AAAAAAAAPHo/ECr0v_u02PY/s320/0aaabnoite45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375188294076771794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se ama alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se ama alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Não há céu que se torne&lt;br /&gt;Nublado em dias frios...&lt;br /&gt;O sol brilha&lt;br /&gt;Com intensidade absoluta&lt;br /&gt;No coração apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se ama alguém,&lt;br /&gt;A saudade não dói...&lt;br /&gt;Aumenta amor e desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Esperança acesa de beijos&lt;br /&gt;Prometidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se ama alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas rolam em sintonia&lt;br /&gt;De almas que se buscam&lt;br /&gt;Em momentos contínuos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminhar...&lt;br /&gt;No falar...&lt;br /&gt;No jeito de olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Na fome de se amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se ama alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Resta o pedido sincero&lt;br /&gt;Em forma de prece...&lt;br /&gt;Cuida do meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem ele nada sou.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver!...&lt;br /&gt;(da)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-1160171352581857659?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1160171352581857659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=1160171352581857659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1160171352581857659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1160171352581857659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-se-ama-alguem.html' title='Quando  se ama alguém'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SpiBRkVIrdI/AAAAAAAAPHo/ECr0v_u02PY/s72-c/0aaabnoite45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-471626472349013895</id><published>2009-08-27T17:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:35:21.629-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Os cisnes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SpbtSGLysGI/AAAAAAAAPCM/OSfxD8lCuXs/s320/0aaaA_Dancarina%2Blago%2Bdo%2Bcisne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374744100466765922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os cisnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida, manso lago azul&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes, algumas vezes&lt;br /&gt;mar fremente tem sido para nós constantemente&lt;br /&gt;um lago azul sem ondas, sem espumas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre ele, quando desfazendo as brumas&lt;br /&gt;matinais, rompe um sol vermelho e quente,&lt;br /&gt;nós dois vagamos indolentemente&lt;br /&gt;como dois cisnes  de alvacenas plumas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia um cisne morrerá, por certo:&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegar este momento incerto&lt;br /&gt;no lago, onde talvez a água se tisne,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o cisne vivo, cheio de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;nunca mmais cante, nem sozinho nade,&lt;br /&gt;nem nunca nade ao lado de outro cisne!&lt;br /&gt;(da)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-471626472349013895?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/471626472349013895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=471626472349013895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/471626472349013895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/471626472349013895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/os-cisnes.html' title='Os cisnes'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SpbtSGLysGI/AAAAAAAAPCM/OSfxD8lCuXs/s72-c/0aaaA_Dancarina%2Blago%2Bdo%2Bcisne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3223546573927695866</id><published>2009-08-23T18:14:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:22:55.514-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SpGyZDAVIwI/AAAAAAAAOvY/s0PCt4P52bc/s320/womanin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373271973802877698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores&lt;br /&gt;Vindas de longe.&lt;br /&gt;Lindas...intocáveis e imortais.&lt;br /&gt;Não tinham perfume...eram virtuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traziam, no entanto,&lt;br /&gt;todo o encanto de um carinho,&lt;br /&gt;que viajou pela Internet,&lt;br /&gt;e, mesmo desse jeito, elas vieram&lt;br /&gt;resplandecendo de magia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falavam de amizade;&lt;br /&gt;passavam ternura,&lt;br /&gt;e nessa mistura...eu me emocionei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti não poder tocá-las&lt;br /&gt;ou mesmo colocá-las&lt;br /&gt;num cantinho especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, instintivamente, guardei-as&lt;br /&gt;bem no fundo do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Embora fossem simples flores&lt;br /&gt;virtuais fizeram brotar emoções&lt;br /&gt;bastante reais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, eu sei bem o porquê...&lt;br /&gt;nelas havia um pouquinho de você&lt;br /&gt;(DA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3223546573927695866?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3223546573927695866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3223546573927695866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3223546573927695866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3223546573927695866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/flores.html' title='Flores'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SpGyZDAVIwI/AAAAAAAAOvY/s0PCt4P52bc/s72-c/womanin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-9094261367825209084</id><published>2009-08-19T19:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:07:48.069-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Quando estou só</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sox3WDgeqqI/AAAAAAAAOYE/g2BQCes3jIU/s320/bg_2487461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371799676328520354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou só e o choro parece querer chegar&lt;br /&gt;E um sentimento de temor&lt;br /&gt;Como será o amanhã que eu não vejo e quer me assustar&lt;br /&gt;Oh, meu Deus! Ajuda-me a confiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os sonhos se frustram&lt;br /&gt;Ou parecem não se realizar&lt;br /&gt;Quando as forças se acabam&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu sei é te adorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as feridas no meu coração não querem sarar&lt;br /&gt;E me atrapalham a visão&lt;br /&gt;Tuas promessas são tão grandes e as lutas querem me esmagar&lt;br /&gt;Oh, meu Deus! Ajuda-me a avançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os sonhos se frustram&lt;br /&gt;Ou parecem não se realizar&lt;br /&gt;Quando as forças se acabam&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu sei é te adorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua presença me aquieta a alma e me faz ninar&lt;br /&gt;Como um bebê que não precisa se preocupar&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida escondida em tuas mãos esta&lt;br /&gt;Oh, meu Deus! Em Ti eu posso descansar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e crer que tudo vai mudar...&lt;br /&gt;(ad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-9094261367825209084?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9094261367825209084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=9094261367825209084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/9094261367825209084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/9094261367825209084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-estou-so.html' title='Quando estou só'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sox3WDgeqqI/AAAAAAAAOYE/g2BQCes3jIU/s72-c/bg_2487461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8545858637159468044</id><published>2009-08-13T20:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:35:03.084-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><title type='text'>Desejo e sedução</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SoSiidEVFbI/AAAAAAAAOE0/bkf2rAZk9JY/s320/0alove5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369595368534513074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo e sedução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tanto desejo&lt;br /&gt;Intenso querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os lábios queimam&lt;br /&gt;Procuram os teus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo padece&lt;br /&gt;A falta do teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A energia provoca fluídos&lt;br /&gt;Ao toque da carne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sentidos em erupção&lt;br /&gt;Provocando o prazer&lt;br /&gt;E os amantes com tesão,&lt;br /&gt;Em movimentos alucinados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão aquece&lt;br /&gt;incêndeia os desejos&lt;br /&gt;Inspirando fetiches secretos&lt;br /&gt;No jogo da sedução.&lt;br /&gt;(ad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8545858637159468044?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8545858637159468044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8545858637159468044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8545858637159468044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8545858637159468044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/desejo-e-seducao.html' title='Desejo e sedução'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SoSiidEVFbI/AAAAAAAAOE0/bkf2rAZk9JY/s72-c/0alove5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3307787876193894516</id><published>2009-07-26T17:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:13:25.333-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Engano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Smy7BiRvv-I/AAAAAAAAMO0/ufBDtNXEDbQ/s320/0alaizenachuva.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362866891346919394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Engano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caminharei pelas manhãs de minha alma nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando acordar de minhas noites insones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E lembrar-me dos sonhos que não tive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buscando a noite quando o sol empresta seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brilho a lua que encanta aos amantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subo ao palco, onde exponho minha tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na platéia uma cadeira vazia, sob a qual escondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um coração que dói, uma esperança que some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No saltar das horas de uma saudade que aposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que não consigo te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esgueiro-me sonâmbulo pelos becos das lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tecendo planos de um amanhã onde não te vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passeastes por meu coração como em férias a beira mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espalhei flores no caminho para perfumar teus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encantei-me com teus beijos, me hipnotizei em teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não faz tanto tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acreditei que era para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Levei-te alem de meus limites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Enquanto você apenas brincava de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Alex Simas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3307787876193894516?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3307787876193894516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3307787876193894516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3307787876193894516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3307787876193894516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/engano.html' title='Engano...'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Smy7BiRvv-I/AAAAAAAAMO0/ufBDtNXEDbQ/s72-c/0alaizenachuva.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3224647577626435494</id><published>2009-07-12T22:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:30:45.717-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Te amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SlqODOyYrII/AAAAAAAALCk/AuS2chhH7Oc/s320/0aaaciganocasal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357750892870806658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te amo e te sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como as ondas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que beijam a areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que o vento serpenteia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te amo e te sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que o horizonte banha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A neve que cobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as montanhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te amo e te sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como as pétalas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que vestem a rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como a partitura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desenhada por cada nota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te amo e te sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que inspira os poetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os pássaros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que melodiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as florestas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te amo e te sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como a pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que o corpo protege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que jamais se esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(AD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3224647577626435494?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3224647577626435494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3224647577626435494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3224647577626435494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3224647577626435494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-amo.html' title='Te amo'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SlqODOyYrII/AAAAAAAALCk/AuS2chhH7Oc/s72-c/0aaaciganocasal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4291687795312599534</id><published>2009-07-12T11:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:07:27.215-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Parte do ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Slnt5pBLG4I/AAAAAAAAK04/c3o7-8NzZPg/s320/0acasal5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357574806253017986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parte do Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não seria capaz de descreve-la em verso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não saberia onde encontrar as rimas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não saberia quais os adjetivos usar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não seriam suficientes as páginas que disponho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acho que a perfeição não se descreve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A perfeição, a gente apenas senta e olha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No máximo, se aproximar e tocar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para que no toque se sinta o gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você é obra única, seria plagio reconta-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria pura loucura tentar repinta-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das tabuas do tempo apagaram teu rascunho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só quem a compôs primeiro pode lhe escrever de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quisera eu ter sido o autor de tão linda obra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas sei, não teria a habilidade necessária...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por isso me contento em conhece-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Posto que assim vejo parte da composição do infinito!&lt;br /&gt;(Ad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4291687795312599534?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4291687795312599534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4291687795312599534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4291687795312599534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4291687795312599534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/parte-do-ser.html' title='Parte do ser'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Slnt5pBLG4I/AAAAAAAAK04/c3o7-8NzZPg/s72-c/0acasal5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4011065630902966886</id><published>2009-07-09T21:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:51:22.255-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Um pranto escondido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SlaQWsRKIdI/AAAAAAAAKqg/CDMAI2qaeTA/s320/0aamor+erosas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356627526318432722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um pranto escondido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lágrima que mais dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não é a que na face corre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A que mais nos corrói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É a lágrima disfarçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquela que é sustada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que não pode aparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que morre na garganta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufoca, explode, espanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procura disfarçar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Num riso desapontado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou num olhar desviado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não podendo soluçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É aquela que por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Num solavanco mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parece que rompe tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em borbotões de soluço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O pranto vai envolvendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como é difícil enganar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não é a lágrima caída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que é a mais dolorida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É aquela que é engolida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E que por dentro escondida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faz o peito soluçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enquanto o sorriso aflora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O coração é que chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem nem poder demonstrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4011065630902966886?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4011065630902966886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4011065630902966886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4011065630902966886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4011065630902966886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-pranto-escondido.html' title='Um pranto escondido'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SlaQWsRKIdI/AAAAAAAAKqg/CDMAI2qaeTA/s72-c/0aamor+erosas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-657116396232884072</id><published>2009-07-08T18:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:17:59.864-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Ah solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SlUMVDkxjOI/AAAAAAAAKo4/WpN7QrQy2sU/s320/volupia8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356200887703407842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AH SOLIDÃO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Às vezes estamos no meio de centenas de pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a solidão aperta nosso coração pela falta de uma única pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Às vezes a dor nos faz chorar, nos faz sofrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos faz querer parar de viver até que algo toque nosso coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;algo simples como a beleza de um por do sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a magnitude de uma noite estrelada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a simplicidade de uma brisa batendo em nosso rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é a força da natureza nos chamando para a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você descobre que as pessoas que pareciam ser sinceras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e receberam sua confiança, te traíram sem qualquer piedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que o amor que busco Não seja como gota de orvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De beleza rara Mas tão fugaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forma-se à noite E ao amanhecer se desfaz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se o amor traz felicidade Quero amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sim e assim viver No colo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos lábios de alguém Me encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e me perder Não por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horas Minutos ou segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tempos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mas pela eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;(ad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-657116396232884072?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/657116396232884072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=657116396232884072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/657116396232884072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/657116396232884072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-solidao.html' title='Ah solidão'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SlUMVDkxjOI/AAAAAAAAKo4/WpN7QrQy2sU/s72-c/volupia8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-2951364620334095372</id><published>2009-07-06T19:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:12:59.267-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>atalhos de sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SlJ21ljeBfI/AAAAAAAAKL4/9R4VqbMPgT4/s1600-h/0labios7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SlJ21ljeBfI/AAAAAAAAKL4/9R4VqbMPgT4/s320/0labios7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355473569882965490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;atalhos de sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venha me dar o teu abraço quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boca na boca, me ofereça um beijo ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hora de entrega, paixão, corpo presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentir-te pleno, no embalo do meu ventre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antes do sol,te apressa,vem me ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A madrugada não nos poderá conter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lençóis desfeitos, sangue a nos ferver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lua e estrelas altas, já a se esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mãos ansiosas, percorrem, eletrizadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nossas loucas veredas, sendas desbravadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trilhas de sonho, as mais lúdicas estradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magníficos oásis, naturezas incontidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quando me sentires, atada e exaurida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Explode e te derrama...faz nascer a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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title='atalhos de sonhos'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SlJ21ljeBfI/AAAAAAAAKL4/9R4VqbMPgT4/s72-c/0labios7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-7145297299999587850</id><published>2009-07-02T18:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:34:24.424-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Teu amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sk0m_2p7KzI/AAAAAAAAJ5A/3uqmZLov9v0/s320/-0amar-lua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353978410458360626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teu Amar é silencioso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar tão doce que os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teus lábios anseiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pronunciar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar que vestes de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paixão terna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar que sussurras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apenas para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O teu Amar é delicioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar que me deixa ansioso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ansioso por escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o silêncio do teu Amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e sentir ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentir dos teus lábios soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esse teu Amar de Mel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que torna doce o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jardim de Papel, e escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Palavra Amor saída dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teus lábios de flor ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escutar no meio dum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silêncio maior chamares-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de meu Amor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ficar docemente perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Amor por ti, no meio desse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teu Amar silencioso ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar de Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar gostoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar que eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;também por ti !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-7145297299999587850?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sk0m_2p7KzI/AAAAAAAAJ5A/3uqmZLov9v0/s72-c/-0amar-lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-6770098924210702482</id><published>2009-07-02T18:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:34:56.439-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Para se roubar um coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sk0ilOzYvmI/AAAAAAAAJ4w/u0N3vYh-6Ws/s320/vnD-17yCUJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353973555037519458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para se roubar um coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é preciso que seja com muita habilidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tem que ser vagarosamente, disfarçadamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não se chega com ímpeto, não se alcança o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de alguém com pressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem que se aproximar com meias palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suavemente, apoderar-se dele aos poucos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com cuidado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não se pode deixar que percebam que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele será roubado, na verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teremos que furtá-lo, docemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conquistar um coração de verdade dá trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É necessário que seja com destreza, com vontade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com encanto, carinho e sinceridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para se conquistar um coração definitivamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tem que ter garra e esperteza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas não falo dessa esperteza que todos conhecem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falo da esperteza de sentimentos, daquela que existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guardada na alma em todos os momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-6770098924210702482?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6770098924210702482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=6770098924210702482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/6770098924210702482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/6770098924210702482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-se-roubar-um-coracao.html' title='Para se roubar um coração'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sk0ilOzYvmI/AAAAAAAAJ4w/u0N3vYh-6Ws/s72-c/vnD-17yCUJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3761200983679242944</id><published>2009-06-25T18:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:01:23.245-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Na noite de São João</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesias.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SkPzeMG8tQI/AAAAAAAAI9c/1ZKVaqXdGXU/s320/0aaado-amor-poesia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351388482218276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fica fresco quem se afoita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e regala o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quem se banhe à meia-noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da noite de São João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até o maior doente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mima o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A ver a fogueira ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na noite de São João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delicados pés pisaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosmaninhos pelo chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muitos corações amaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na noite de São João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há cheiros de manjerico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que nos turbam a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canta o pobre canta o rico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na noite de São João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A festa vai começar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com rosmanos e balão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toda a gente vai dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na noite de São João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até no inferno escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um pecador coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se vê que mais puro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na noite de São João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lindas flores orvalhadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ficam bem na tua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E no peito conchegadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na noite de São João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3761200983679242944?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3761200983679242944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3761200983679242944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3761200983679242944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3761200983679242944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-noite-de-sao-joao.html' title='Na noite de São João'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SkPzeMG8tQI/AAAAAAAAI9c/1ZKVaqXdGXU/s72-c/0aaado-amor-poesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8966353747116157394</id><published>2009-06-10T15:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:21:20.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Si_5TH7sl6I/AAAAAAAAHes/Nh5d0eGfWh4/s320/zippy_20abbigliamento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345765389654333346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As palavras se calam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E os olhos se prendem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhares que levam ao coração sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E lá os abandonam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A partir desse instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esses sentimentos no coração vivem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E sobrevivem ao tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A distância não significa nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tempo não abala os sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E nem o coração se tranca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A morte não é o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois em um outro universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde a morte já não existe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O verdadeiro amor sobrevive a tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É o reencontro inevitável das almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que apagam o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fazemos loucuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somos quem não podemos ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somente por amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tocamos as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem tirar os pés do chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viajamos em torno do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem sair do lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enfim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somos felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POR AMOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8966353747116157394?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8966353747116157394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8966353747116157394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8966353747116157394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8966353747116157394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-amor.html' title='Por amor'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Si_5TH7sl6I/AAAAAAAAHes/Nh5d0eGfWh4/s72-c/zippy_20abbigliamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-2665753879313217703</id><published>2009-06-02T14:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:06:07.485-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Saber amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SiVbXla0OLI/AAAAAAAAHGc/8kFWMmWU44I/s320/0aacasal6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342776993684666546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saber amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não perca seu tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Propondo-me essa dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De um falso sentimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu já conheço essa história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E sempre o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É quem sofre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar não é brincar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não é somente seduzir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar é enxergar o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outro com os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhos da alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descobrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encantos e desencantos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amores e dissabores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar é curar a ferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E não provocar uma nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais dolorida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É preciso saber amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-2665753879313217703?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2665753879313217703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=2665753879313217703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2665753879313217703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2665753879313217703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/saber-amar.html' title='Saber amar...'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SiVbXla0OLI/AAAAAAAAHGc/8kFWMmWU44I/s72-c/0aacasal6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-1831393526528876227</id><published>2009-05-13T12:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:49:57.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Já não quero ser grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SgrrtuGhFFI/AAAAAAAAGkE/rw9Mww-NNYk/s320/1664686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335335879275779154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não quero ser grande, forte, inatingível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser, por hora,&lt;br /&gt;de um tamanho que eu ainda me reconheça,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que ainda saiba me encontrar no passado&lt;br /&gt;ou um dia no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser humana, quero ser carne e osso,&lt;br /&gt;quero sentir, quero tocar... quero poder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ser isso que sou na medida qualquer do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;estar sempre pronta a me recompor das tempestades;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não devo estar tão errada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há tanta água no oceano que se deixa evaporar&lt;br /&gt;pelo único prazer de voltar a ser uma gota de chuva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-1831393526528876227?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1831393526528876227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=1831393526528876227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1831393526528876227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1831393526528876227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/05/ja-nao-quero-ser-grande.html' title='Já não quero ser grande'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SgrrtuGhFFI/AAAAAAAAGkE/rw9Mww-NNYk/s72-c/1664686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3329197328131284599</id><published>2009-04-26T21:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:30:00.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>desejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SfT8aN6unoI/AAAAAAAAF7c/pMF7oVMLxHE/s320/amar.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329161786428923522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESEJOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria ver com teus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assim saberia o que gostas de ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria saber suas vontades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e assim poder satisfazê-las,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria sonhar teus sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e assim junto contigo torná-los realidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria saber o que te faz feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e assim lhe tornar o homem mais feliz do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria eu enfim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser uma célula em teu sangue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assim com certeza em algum instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estaria em teu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheiros de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3329197328131284599?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3329197328131284599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3329197328131284599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3329197328131284599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3329197328131284599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/desejos.html' title='desejos'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SfT8aN6unoI/AAAAAAAAF7c/pMF7oVMLxHE/s72-c/amar.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-1964290959584135287</id><published>2009-04-26T20:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:04:50.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>com todo meu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SfTob7OKZ5I/AAAAAAAAF6s/m5QBKDRaqzU/s320/mulher14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329139825537345426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É com todo o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que faço tudo para ti agradar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É com todo o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que te dou carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para de mim não se afastar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É com todo o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que procuro não errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para que não haja brigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É com todo o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que penso em ti,dia e noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com o mesmo pulsar no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É com todo o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que sempre estarei contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo nos momentos difíceis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca te abandonarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É com todo o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tenho você aqui no peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como o meu protetor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como o meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-1964290959584135287?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1964290959584135287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=1964290959584135287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1964290959584135287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1964290959584135287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/com-todo-meu-amor.html' title='com todo meu amor'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SfTob7OKZ5I/AAAAAAAAF6s/m5QBKDRaqzU/s72-c/mulher14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8711215709694888415</id><published>2009-04-25T00:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:02:04.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se tua alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SfKLAO9_OKI/AAAAAAAAF4k/P7RV36MO_Q4/s320/boca8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328474145267071138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se tua alma sempre me seguiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a minha alma sempre te esperou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se tua alma sempre me acolheu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a minha alma sempre te amparou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se tua alma sempre me serviu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a minha alma sempre te embalou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se tua alma sempre me sorriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a minha alma sempre te abraçou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se tua alma sempre me sonhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a minha alma sempre, sempre te amou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E assim nossas Almas Gêmeas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;repletas de Amor em suave comunhão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seguirão docemente para junto de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deus Eternamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alma Gêmea da minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que sempre me pressente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e sempre me adivinha todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os dias te adoro mais sempre mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc42631d6d88ae4c" 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href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8711215709694888415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8711215709694888415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8711215709694888415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8711215709694888415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-tua-alma.html' title='Se tua alma'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SfKLAO9_OKI/AAAAAAAAF4k/P7RV36MO_Q4/s72-c/boca8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-176056168860297498</id><published>2009-04-18T23:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:36:05.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para nos descobrirmos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SeqN7w7xXWI/AAAAAAAAFuw/5vmKuQcPy4M/s320/mulher11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326225567206432098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para nos descobrirmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para essa passagem ultrapassar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentimentos esses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todos ligados ao amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pois eles são o "eu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chegue bem perto de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me olhe, me toque, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diga qualquer coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida é um misto de luz, sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e chuva, riso e choro, prazer e dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem todos os dias podem ser brilhantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas é certo que nunca houve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma nuvem através da qual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sol não brilhasse depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viver a vida è saber viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;È sentir tudo sem nada temer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida...Tem de ser sentida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque senão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seria uma passagem perdida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-176056168860297498?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/176056168860297498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=176056168860297498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/176056168860297498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/176056168860297498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-nos-descobrirmos.html' title='Para nos descobrirmos'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SeqN7w7xXWI/AAAAAAAAFuw/5vmKuQcPy4M/s72-c/mulher11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4652610899705524762</id><published>2009-04-18T23:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:17:07.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doeu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SeqJkVntG_I/AAAAAAAAFuo/u3Ny_bYTwik/s1600-h/cm-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SeqJkVntG_I/AAAAAAAAFuo/u3Ny_bYTwik/s320/cm-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326220766691007474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não foi nada... Apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A saudade gritou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seu nome e o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estremeceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talvez não seja algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tão ruim assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somente o amor se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viu perdido e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os olhos derramaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tristeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pior mesmo foi a vida silenciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A alegria quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando a sua se fez ausente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isso sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4652610899705524762?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4652610899705524762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4652610899705524762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4652610899705524762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4652610899705524762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/doeu.html' title='Doeu..'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SeqJkVntG_I/AAAAAAAAFuo/u3Ny_bYTwik/s72-c/cm-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8596568700398058767</id><published>2009-04-18T22:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:42:07.161-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Será que é amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SeqBPheiG_I/AAAAAAAAFuQ/NOmFJ9Ba0oU/s320/amor5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326211613003488242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Será que é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esse sentimento que acelera meu coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que é Amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ficar acordado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensando na pessoa amada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensando como será o amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imaginando se aquele alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Está com fome, sede e frio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imaginando como seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se a distância não existisse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Querer a todo momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentir o sabor do beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O beijo apaixonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que é aprovado pelo amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não parar de escrever poesias apaixonadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que falam de sonhos a dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentir a saudade apertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorar de Saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejos de estar ao lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daquela pessoa especial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se tudo isso tem alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com o amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acho que posso declarar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu Amo Você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ame apenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pois o tempo nunca pode acabar com um amor sem explicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8596568700398058767?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8596568700398058767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8596568700398058767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8596568700398058767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8596568700398058767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/sera-que-e-amor.html' title='Será que é amor?'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SeqBPheiG_I/AAAAAAAAFuQ/NOmFJ9Ba0oU/s72-c/amor5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-1064375168977482162</id><published>2009-04-18T22:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:33:01.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sep_HXXbLsI/AAAAAAAAFuI/0vEc7uocY_o/s320/solidao.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326209273827110594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recordações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daquela paixão delirante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos beijos apaixonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos abraços apertados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De tudo o que fomos antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recordações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos carinhos, dos beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos passeios de mãos dadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos sorrisos, das risadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do aconchego em nosso ninho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recordações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das bebidas que tomamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das viagens que fizemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da história que escrevemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das noites que nos amamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recordações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das noites frias de inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos nossos corpos colados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dormindo sempre abraçados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das juras de amor eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recordações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da nossa ingenuidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da nossa conversa bobinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-1064375168977482162?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1064375168977482162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=1064375168977482162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1064375168977482162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1064375168977482162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/recordacoes.html' title='Recordações...'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sep_HXXbLsI/AAAAAAAAFuI/0vEc7uocY_o/s72-c/solidao.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-7575445275122824419</id><published>2009-04-16T23:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:13:48.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>é fácil trocar as palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SeflppD891I/AAAAAAAAFo4/zmyrE3F1rnM/s320/000.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325477587948730194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É fácil trocar as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é interpretar o silêncio!&lt;br /&gt;É fácil caminhar lado a lado,&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é saber como se encontrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fácil beijar o rosto,&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é chegar ao coração!&lt;br /&gt;É fácil apertar as mãos,&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é reter o calor!&lt;br /&gt;É fácil sentir o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é conter sua torrente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é por dentro outra pessoa?&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que o saberá sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;A alma de outrem é outro universo&lt;br /&gt;Com que não há comunicação possível,&lt;br /&gt;Com que não há verdadeiro entendimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada sabemos da alma&lt;br /&gt;Senão da nossa;&lt;br /&gt;As dos outros são olhares,&lt;br /&gt;São gestos, são palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Com a suposição&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer semelhança no fundo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-7575445275122824419?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7575445275122824419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=7575445275122824419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7575445275122824419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7575445275122824419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-facil-trocar-as-palavras.html' title='é fácil trocar as palavras'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SeflppD891I/AAAAAAAAFo4/zmyrE3F1rnM/s72-c/000.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-7733080299168297253</id><published>2009-04-11T20:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:36:51.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uma única vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SeEpZw2jMeI/AAAAAAAAFXc/IIAWxgmMHMY/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323581757115806178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma única vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De nada me importa meu corpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enquanto minha própria alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;permanecer em outro alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De nada me importa minha felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se não estiveres ao meu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para iluminar meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nenhuma beleza haverá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em nosso por do sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se não estiveres diante de seus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nenhum mistério a noite trará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se sua voz não mais ecoar em minha mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nenhum valor haverá no brilho das estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se seu sorriso não mais brilhar em meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em fim ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perdido em lembranças viverei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se contigo eu não estarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-7733080299168297253?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7733080299168297253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=7733080299168297253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7733080299168297253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7733080299168297253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-unica-vez.html' title='uma única vez'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SeEpZw2jMeI/AAAAAAAAFXc/IIAWxgmMHMY/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3975433311525380917</id><published>2009-04-09T18:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:46:14.509-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sou assim!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://coisinhasdacrist.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sd5ronVvnNI/AAAAAAAAFWE/j7HL3G0D6Eg/s320/76R4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322810155097627858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOU ASSIM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca corro atrás do vento e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me importo em que direção ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vai, ele sempre passa por mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo este dia, a vida que está dentro de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre da melhor maneira que posso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não deixo ninguém a espera de uma palavra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas as que digo evasão do meu interior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pois brotam do meu coração, que está sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aberto aos seres humanos, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;principalmente as pessoas que amo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que talvez do meu lado esteja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma pessoa que sofra e chora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em silêncio...choro com ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não deixo para o amanhã a minha palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de carinho que me prende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na garganta, porque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talvez me falte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outra oportunidade de dize-la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A morte se sobrepõe a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não deixo a fidelidade presa só para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a demonstro de coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No meu gesto de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no valor que dou a sua amizade que me faz feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na transparência do meu ser..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O quanto posso ser solidariedade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A grande e sincera amizade que te devoto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os melhores dos meus sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lhe deixo a certeza de que vc estará sempre em meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eu gosto do impossível, tenho medo do provável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dou risada do ridículo e choro porque tenho vontade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas nem sempre tenho motivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho um sorriso confiante que às vezes não demonstra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o tanto de insegurança por trás dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou inconstante e talvez imprevisível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu amo de verdade aqueles pra quem eu digo isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e me irrito de forma inexplicável quando não botam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fé nas minhas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem sempre coloco em prática aquilo que eu julgo certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;São poucas as pessoas pra quem eu me explico."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3975433311525380917?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3975433311525380917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3975433311525380917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3975433311525380917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3975433311525380917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/04/sou-assim.html' title='sou assim!!!'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Sd5ronVvnNI/AAAAAAAAFWE/j7HL3G0D6Eg/s72-c/76R4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-1593876237560190239</id><published>2009-03-07T16:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:43:14.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SbLOEZ1nwjI/AAAAAAAAFTs/uK8Nu4YiayU/s320/mulher5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310533485673824818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do mal, muita coisa boa resultou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mantendo-me calmo, nada reprimindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;permanecendo atento e aceitando a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vendo as coisas como elas são e não como eu queria que elas fossem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao fazer tudo isso, adquiri um conhecimento incomum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assim como poderes invulgares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de uma amplitude que jamais poderia ter imaginado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre pensara que quando aceitamos as coisas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elas nos sobrepujam de um modo ou de outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resulta que isso não é verdade em absoluto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É somente aceitando as coisas que podemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assumir uma atitude em relação a elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por isso, tenciono agora fazer o jogo da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser receptivo a tudo que me chegar, bom e mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sol e sombra alternando-se eternamente; e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desta forma, aceitar também minha própria natureza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com seus aspectos positivos e negativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assim, tudo se torna mais vivo para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que insensato eu fui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como me esforcei para forçar todas as coisas a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; harmonizarem-se com o que eu pensava que devia ser ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carl Gustav Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-1593876237560190239?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1593876237560190239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=1593876237560190239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1593876237560190239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1593876237560190239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-mal.html' title='Do mal'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SbLOEZ1nwjI/AAAAAAAAFTs/uK8Nu4YiayU/s72-c/mulher5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-186432501103625089</id><published>2009-02-27T11:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:53:51.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>magia do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Saf-XvuduTI/AAAAAAAAFRs/TUvo1yB8hSk/s320/mulher3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307490369781217586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magia do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qual a palavra mágica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que o poeta inventou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com apenas quatro letras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que tudo modificou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estando triste fica alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;só com a palavra amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O amor é poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o amor é emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor é coisa mais linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que se tem no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quem ama com intensidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vive a vida com paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o amor é tão sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que faz a gente cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faz da tristeza alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;até o mudo falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque o brilho dos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não dar para ocultar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o amor é a magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que aquece o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o sangue ferve nas veias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arrebatando a paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pulsando dentro do peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do mundo perde a noção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(A.D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-186432501103625089?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/186432501103625089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=186432501103625089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/186432501103625089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/186432501103625089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/magia-do-amor.html' title='magia do amor'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/Saf-XvuduTI/AAAAAAAAFRs/TUvo1yB8hSk/s72-c/mulher3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-5511837628621046688</id><published>2009-02-21T20:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:49:52.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'>onde está</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SaCS8Gch5RI/AAAAAAAAFPs/OA_HxDFeX_k/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SaCS8Gch5RI/AAAAAAAAFPs/OA_HxDFeX_k/s320/123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305401922262525202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde está? Não consigo te encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais uma noite sem luz no alvorecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais uma noite em cinzas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem estrelas, sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não consigo encontrar teus passos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teu rumo, o aconchego de teus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O caminho de luz que a ti conduz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não consigo viver distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daquele amor que nos uniu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E nem da saudade doída,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que ficou quando você partiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem amor afagar esta dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tirar do peito este horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De solidão amarga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando levou o nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem depressa, por favor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traga o sorriso e o carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que você levou para outro ninho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se soubesse como te encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já estaria em teus braços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquecendo-me do frio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nestes meus dias, tão vazios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo a te chamar, gritar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde está? Onde está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem amor, vem depressa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devolver o amor que ainda me resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-5511837628621046688?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5511837628621046688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=5511837628621046688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5511837628621046688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5511837628621046688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/onde-esta.html' title='onde está'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SaCS8Gch5RI/AAAAAAAAFPs/OA_HxDFeX_k/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3025153448445184005</id><published>2009-02-21T20:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:46:42.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SaCRsS-l6BI/AAAAAAAAFPk/kguuR65BlJo/s200/carnaval.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305400551237085202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carnaval, pedaços de confetes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;atirados ao alto, a valorizar o brilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enquanto serpentinas cruzam os céus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como estrelas cadentes a deixar um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rastro de cores e de alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo é carnaval, corpos suados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;requebros sensuais, beijos ardentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorrisos largos, mão que se juntam, corpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que se tocam, nada em nome da paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tudo em nome da folia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3025153448445184005?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3025153448445184005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3025153448445184005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3025153448445184005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3025153448445184005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval.html' title='carnaval'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SaCRsS-l6BI/AAAAAAAAFPk/kguuR65BlJo/s72-c/carnaval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3067615426430412310</id><published>2009-02-20T12:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:19:04.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'>devolvo ao mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SZ7JuLjupgI/AAAAAAAAFPE/bKZy_6nVkPk/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304899206302836226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devolvo ao mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devolvo-te meus sonhos estrelados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com um misto de alegria e amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não por não ter sido amada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apenas pelas minhas tolas juras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingênua, fui acreditando numa possibilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De poder amar sem nenhuma reciprocidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guardei a esperança, me desfiz do cansaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejosa apenas de encontrar felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não sei brincar de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignoro o engano de quem diz amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não professo o que não acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu amor foi estrela, que hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;devolvo ao mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há beleza na entrega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beleza maior não reside na espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor não pode ser quimera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah! Esse amor que sonhei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passou como a primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outras estações virão com certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O mar estará no mesmo lugar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu coração, esse tenho a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vai continuar a busca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque viver é amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3067615426430412310?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3067615426430412310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3067615426430412310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3067615426430412310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3067615426430412310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/devolvo-ao-mar.html' title='devolvo ao mar'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SZ7JuLjupgI/AAAAAAAAFPE/bKZy_6nVkPk/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-5729170050168626537</id><published>2009-02-14T11:21:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:24:44.908-02:00</updated><title type='text'>além da poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SZbF8s_1yDI/AAAAAAAAFMw/N9-l7zRf95o/s320/Oamorquetedou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643257937086514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Além da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Além do horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nossas bocas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sedentas de beijoS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se encontrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Além da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Além do horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nossos corpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sedentos de abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se esbarrem, se encostem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E se encontrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Além da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Além do horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nossos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sedentos de olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se vejam e se encontrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nossos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se desfaçam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E se façam verdades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E nós, simplesmente, apenas nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre beijos, abraços e olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivamos tudo o que sonhamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que sonhamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Além da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Além do horizonte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-5729170050168626537?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5729170050168626537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=5729170050168626537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5729170050168626537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5729170050168626537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/alem-da-poesia.html' title='além da poesia'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SZbF8s_1yDI/AAAAAAAAFMw/N9-l7zRf95o/s72-c/Oamorquetedou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3911268806819601121</id><published>2009-02-12T16:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:48:01.346-02:00</updated><title type='text'>se romantico eu fosse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SZRullOJTwI/AAAAAAAAFKY/KVlftajXHwU/s320/lovers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301984253247573762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se romântico eu fosse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria ser romântico para te dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O quanto eu te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria ser romântico para poder escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre poesias o quanto te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria saber ser romântico para dizer-lhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que teu sorriso brilha como a claridade da lua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E os teus lindos olhos refletem o ultimo paraíso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De um jardim que aflora em delicadas flores nuas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria saber moldar estrelas para te dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que entre todas as magnitudes das galáxias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não existe uma áurea que se compare a tua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se a deusa esculpida fosse, a raros cristais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com toda a certeza a silueta perfeita escolhida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria a tua imagem em conchas de mármores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simbolizando o eterno amor em carruagens de fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas como não sou poeta não escrevo versos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meus olhos se fecham e meus pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vão a tua busca, além de todos os universos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3911268806819601121?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3911268806819601121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3911268806819601121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3911268806819601121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3911268806819601121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/se-romantico-eu-fosse.html' title='se romantico eu fosse'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SZRullOJTwI/AAAAAAAAFKY/KVlftajXHwU/s72-c/lovers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-6404796813270546858</id><published>2009-02-11T19:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:18:34.937-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema do retorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SZNAd2ONKVI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/iB99iNN7GsU/s320/casal+noite+jardim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301652067860687186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voltaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;driblando nuvens e pássaros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e trazendo nas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estrelas azuis que me encantam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Durante a tua ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tentei plantar a paz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clamei pelo direito de ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e colhi dores e desenganos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que abriram feridas profundas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e machucaram o meu verso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inaugurando revoltas e frustrações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voltaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trazendo no olhar marrom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperanças que arranham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as minhas desesperanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais uma vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inutilmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uniremos nossos gritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pedindo liberdade para viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serão protestos aos crimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cometidos contra a liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os nossos gritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ainda que não encontrem eco).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas, se te faz bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;posso dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que não é proibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sonhar que todos os caminhos se abrirão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a liberdade será uma realidade palpável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-6404796813270546858?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6404796813270546858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=6404796813270546858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/6404796813270546858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/6404796813270546858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/poema-do-retorno.html' title='Poema do retorno'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SZNAd2ONKVI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/iB99iNN7GsU/s72-c/casal+noite+jardim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-1513048599032074418</id><published>2009-02-10T14:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:48:20.412-02:00</updated><title type='text'>negues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SZGvsAkisVI/AAAAAAAAFHM/D5U6vWfbDK8/s200/123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301211406994157906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Negues que me deseja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Podes negar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas estou em teus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no teus olhos e entranhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou eu que te dou prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que te encho de beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que satisfaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teus mais secretos desejos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Negues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas sei que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teu carma,teu vício,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teu pouso suave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou tua musa,tua menina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tua música...tua loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuas noites e madrugadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou tua estrela guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tua secreta paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-1513048599032074418?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1513048599032074418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=1513048599032074418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1513048599032074418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1513048599032074418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/negues.html' title='negues'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SZGvsAkisVI/AAAAAAAAFHM/D5U6vWfbDK8/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4185844429740058007</id><published>2009-01-30T19:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:02:16.437-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SYN4wVOmdZI/AAAAAAAAE7k/aigo2f9yfec/s320/956137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297210358445274514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres quentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que queimam homens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em camas ardentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres santas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tão sedentas como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outras tantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem muitas mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soltas no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres de luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres de falsa conduta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outras loucas demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres que são vitrines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres que são o q são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres que pintam e bordam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outras que são ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres com sorrisos plásticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres interesseiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres determinadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulheres guerreiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres que vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para te levantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem mulheres que vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para te derrubar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na verdade mulheres não são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diferentes de ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada homem merece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mulher que tem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4185844429740058007?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4185844429740058007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4185844429740058007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4185844429740058007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4185844429740058007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/mulheres.html' title='mulheres'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SYN4wVOmdZI/AAAAAAAAE7k/aigo2f9yfec/s72-c/956137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-7952490732742939552</id><published>2009-01-28T11:55:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:00:08.325-02:00</updated><title type='text'>amanhã é outro dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SYBj8codCbI/AAAAAAAAE1c/v3a-cPgei6k/s320/000.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296343051916872114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;”Choveu a noite inteira.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amanheci triste.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o meu dia cinzento.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um nó na garganta...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma dor por dentro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade um caminho aberto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alegria de braços cruzados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondida no passado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero o sol chegar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parei para pensar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem vi o tempo passar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho meus momentos de estrela.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus momentos de guerreira.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento sou só um grão de areia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que o mal tempo passa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o sol volta a brilhar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melancolia vai terminar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nostalgia terá fim.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda existe uma tempestade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doendo inexoravelmente em mim.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou confusa e deprimida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra piorar vem outra noite de chuva...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei se isso é poetar ou historiar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como diria Dom Quixote de la Mancha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Uma coisa é escrever como poeta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outra como historiador:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o poeta pode contar ou cantar coisas não conhece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foram&lt;br /&gt;mas como deveriam ter sido,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enquanto o historiador deve relatá-las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não como deveriam ter sido, mas como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foram,&lt;br /&gt;sem acrescentar ou subtrair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da verdade o que quer que seja.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas seja como for, amanhã é outro dia.”&lt;br /&gt;(ad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-7952490732742939552?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7952490732742939552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=7952490732742939552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7952490732742939552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7952490732742939552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/amanha-e-outro-dia.html' title='amanhã é outro dia'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SYBj8codCbI/AAAAAAAAE1c/v3a-cPgei6k/s72-c/000.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3459063035538622004</id><published>2009-01-25T20:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:33:19.780-02:00</updated><title type='text'>migalhas de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SXzojuluUQI/AAAAAAAAEwo/z5uHMsKziQU/s320/956137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295362962380181762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei que estou errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Completamente despedaçado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas que fazer desse amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desse sonho vivido ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei que o teu amor é proibido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que você tem uma aliança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas como respeitar esse anel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se você é a minha lembrança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje tenho a vida descolorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo acreditando num esplendor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um pouco de paz me acalenta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seus olhos desmancham minha dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vendo-a somente, sinto-me contente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo relembrando o que perdi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os teus lábios já foram meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o teu amor já me fez feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somos dois malucos por você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas cabe a mim o desprazer do amor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu vivo de migalhas e recordação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele tem você na palma da sua mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo mundo conhece a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabe do amor e do meu nome preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas nada disso te diz respeito, ignora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se dentro de mim o coração está partido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não! Um dia tudo isso desaparece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terei meu fim e com ele a minha dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas até que tudo esteja dizimado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou vivendo nas migalhas desse amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3459063035538622004?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3459063035538622004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3459063035538622004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3459063035538622004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3459063035538622004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/migalhas-de-amor.html' title='migalhas de amor'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SXzojuluUQI/AAAAAAAAEwo/z5uHMsKziQU/s72-c/956137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8882617534241997320</id><published>2009-01-24T17:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:16:12.833-02:00</updated><title type='text'>olhar do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SXtoZ6lRLJI/AAAAAAAAEto/IzrQuPSqC3Q/s320/mulher6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294940581335739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhar do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhos do coraçâo sentem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabem percebem ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Definitiva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre viva seràs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com os olhos do coraçâo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser amada na amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser amada no amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre em busca da eterna felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com os olhos da amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espero teu beijo sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com os olhos do amor aguardo teu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amando sempre o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aguardando ser amada !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8882617534241997320?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8882617534241997320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8882617534241997320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8882617534241997320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8882617534241997320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/olhar-do-amor.html' title='olhar do amor'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SXtoZ6lRLJI/AAAAAAAAEto/IzrQuPSqC3Q/s72-c/mulher6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-1131530800902559473</id><published>2009-01-17T17:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:14:32.935-02:00</updated><title type='text'>a rosa e o mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SXIt-ydrkCI/AAAAAAAAEnk/uOZIVkFzWys/s320/_oZhKizRMD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292343068835156002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Rosa e o Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linda doçura de gosto refinado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embelezas minha estrada, o meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com teus leves “insites“ amalgamados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de amor, de ternura e de carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuas palavras acariciam o meu ego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teus versos me revelam o lado lindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tua sutileza me envolve e me desprego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;das amarras da vida e do destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pena não poder todo dia estar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trocando nossos versos e desatinos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas saiba que tens aqui um ser amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para fazer valer teus sonhos lindos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finalmente, penso em você à luz da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deitada naquele barco que vem vindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naquela praia que sempre foi tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperas... o meu amor que vem surgindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-1131530800902559473?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1131530800902559473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=1131530800902559473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1131530800902559473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1131530800902559473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/rosa-e-o-mar.html' title='a rosa e o mar'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SXIt-ydrkCI/AAAAAAAAEnk/uOZIVkFzWys/s72-c/_oZhKizRMD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-2436406877476911385</id><published>2009-01-15T19:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:46:52.050-02:00</updated><title type='text'>olhos da paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SW-umu2_vzI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/rV5W4xDekIs/s320/0acasal.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291640067620585266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos da paixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insinuante sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Fração de segundos&lt;br /&gt;O corpo treme toda&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma se incendeia&lt;br /&gt;O fogo toma conta&lt;br /&gt;O coração denuncia&lt;br /&gt;Batimentos acelerados&lt;br /&gt;É paixão&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de estar junto&lt;br /&gt;Incontrolável chama&lt;br /&gt;Faz arder em fantasias&lt;br /&gt;O tempo para!&lt;br /&gt;Os sentidos se tornarm um só&lt;br /&gt;A lua presencia&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas fazem brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Não posso controlar&lt;br /&gt;o desejo é mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Delírio de um pecado&lt;br /&gt;Um Doce Pecado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-2436406877476911385?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2436406877476911385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=2436406877476911385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2436406877476911385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2436406877476911385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/olhos-da-paixo.html' title='olhos da paixão'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SW-umu2_vzI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/rV5W4xDekIs/s72-c/0acasal.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4332546624806302974</id><published>2009-01-11T15:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:51:49.155-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SWoxXJnX4FI/AAAAAAAAEek/I90nD2dZ2ag/s200/0acasal045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290094986087882834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meus pensamentos te buscam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tempo se congela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E canções alimentam a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torna-se dona de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As estrelas me enfeitiçam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como o encanto de seu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tento ser forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suportando a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E segurando as lágrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas é inútil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois a noite é amiga da saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E unidas elas me vencem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E me faz render-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A saudade me prende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E as lágrimas me desobedecem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nada me faz esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem passa-tempos me distraem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada gesto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Está você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha alma parece estar unida a sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois já busquei mil maneiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De lidar com a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas ela sempre me vence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É mais forte que meus instintos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É maior que meus limites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incombatível Saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4332546624806302974?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4332546624806302974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4332546624806302974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4332546624806302974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4332546624806302974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/em-silncio.html' title='Em silêncio'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SWoxXJnX4FI/AAAAAAAAEek/I90nD2dZ2ag/s72-c/0acasal045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4766075552581973439</id><published>2009-01-10T19:07:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:25:04.386-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção do meu olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SWkSBoz3BUI/AAAAAAAAEcM/U5_aWojb-NM/s200/0a_amoresexo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289779056667460930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canção do meu Olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te disser além, muito além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do que queres saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me trair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e deixar transparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toda a ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que tenho por ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disfarça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tentar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te conquistar e seduzir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e o brilho ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te incomodar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dissimula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se meu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em teu olhar, encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mesma sintonia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por favor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4766075552581973439?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4766075552581973439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4766075552581973439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4766075552581973439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4766075552581973439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/cano-do-meu-olhar.html' title='Canção do meu olhar'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SWkSBoz3BUI/AAAAAAAAEcM/U5_aWojb-NM/s72-c/0a_amoresexo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3548909851121554738</id><published>2009-01-09T11:59:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:09:52.248-02:00</updated><title type='text'>desejos de uma mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SWdaeCMWgoI/AAAAAAAAEYU/7oJ1scxGCeI/s200/vHpAZqXE6Bnova2202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289295759401190018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma mulher não quer grandes coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois ela trocaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um diamante numa noite especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por uma rosa num dia qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um carro luxuoso e veloz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por passeio calmo de mãos dadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma festa com um monte de pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por um romântico momento a sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um jantar num restaurante chique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por um lanchinho na beira do lago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mil palavras que soam irônicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por um simples e meigo olhar de ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seu nome escrito nas estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por uma declaração num guardanapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simples alma de uma mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pobre de nós meros homens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Querendo entende-las sem satisfaze-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com Amor e Carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3548909851121554738?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3548909851121554738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3548909851121554738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3548909851121554738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3548909851121554738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/desejos-de-uma-mulher.html' title='desejos de uma mulher'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SWdaeCMWgoI/AAAAAAAAEYU/7oJ1scxGCeI/s72-c/vHpAZqXE6Bnova2202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-7252963384665913165</id><published>2009-01-08T23:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:29:51.748-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SWanXFzTkuI/AAAAAAAAEYE/iQzlesy3zDs/s320/latingeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289098827529425634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhar pela janela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ver o horizonte de nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É enterrar o passado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ver o futuro que nos aguarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhar pela janela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sentir que a vida mudou,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que o tempo não pára,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem os nossos pensamentos retrocedem,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apagando certas coisas vividas&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar pela janela da vida,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É jogar tudo para o alto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E correr atrás dos dias que deixamos escapar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tentando não cometer os mesmos erros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acreditando em nós mesmas.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar pela janela do tempo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É apagar o que ficou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sentir o prazer da liberdade!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar pela janela da vida...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E tentar reconstruir o que restou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-7252963384665913165?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7252963384665913165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=7252963384665913165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7252963384665913165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7252963384665913165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/olhar.html' title='Olhar'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SWanXFzTkuI/AAAAAAAAEYE/iQzlesy3zDs/s72-c/latingeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8976776616210748935</id><published>2009-01-03T18:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:31:24.905-02:00</updated><title type='text'>há uma união</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SV_K-ok4OoI/AAAAAAAAENc/vdSM86t8kIk/s320/7009cfbc5929a5612650cb278a0bb033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287167664949049986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há uma união entre o que vejo e o que sinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o bem de cada coisa verte de uma em outra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando meus olhos anseiam por um olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou coração apaixonado, brando, a suspirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meus olhos celebram a imagem do meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E, diante do banquete, se rende a minha emoção;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em outro tempo, meus olhos se aninham ao sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E aos seus pensamentos de amor se unem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Então, seja por tua imagem ou pelo meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estás, mesmo longe, sempre comigo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois não corres mais do que os meus pensamentos vão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu estou sempre com eles e, eles, contigo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou, se adormecem, a tua imagem à minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desperta o meu amor para a alegria dos olhos e do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8976776616210748935?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8976776616210748935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8976776616210748935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8976776616210748935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8976776616210748935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-uma-unio.html' title='há uma união'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SV_K-ok4OoI/AAAAAAAAENc/vdSM86t8kIk/s72-c/7009cfbc5929a5612650cb278a0bb033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4176988872445200672</id><published>2009-01-03T17:28:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:36:58.648-02:00</updated><title type='text'>quase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SV--OvovCiI/AAAAAAAAEM8/fm3MPOm6CSE/s320/0acasal58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287153648071019042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda pior que a convicção do não, a incerteza do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talvez, é a desilusão de um "quase".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É o quase que me incomoda, que me entristece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me mata trazendo tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que poderia ter sido e não foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pergunto-me, às vezes, o que nos leva a escolher uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vida morna;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou melhor, não me pergunto, contesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sobra covardia e falta coragem até pra ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A paixão queima, o amor enlouquece, o desejo trai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De nada adianta cercar um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coração vazio ou economizar alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um romance cujo fim é instantâneo ou indolor não é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desconfie do destino e acredite em você. Gaste mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horas realizando que sonhando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fazendo que planejando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vivendo que esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque, embora quem quase morre esteja vivo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quem quase vive já morreu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4176988872445200672?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4176988872445200672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4176988872445200672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4176988872445200672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4176988872445200672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/quase.html' title='quase'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SV--OvovCiI/AAAAAAAAEM8/fm3MPOm6CSE/s72-c/0acasal58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-5666641828376620118</id><published>2009-01-01T21:18:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:27:46.249-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SV1Q73JOyLI/AAAAAAAAEJw/Pd2M60Dmq1E/s320/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286470526948001970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antes e depois de todos os acontecimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na profunda imensidade do vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a cada lágrima dos meus pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em todos os ventos que cantam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em todas as sombras que choram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na extensão infinita dos tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até a região onde os silêncios moram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em todas as transformações da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em todos os caminhos do medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na angústia da vontade perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E na dor que se veste em segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em tudo que estás presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No olhar dos astros que te alcançam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E em tudo que ainda estás ausente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-5666641828376620118?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5666641828376620118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=5666641828376620118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5666641828376620118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5666641828376620118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-te-amo.html' title='Eu te amo'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SV1Q73JOyLI/AAAAAAAAEJw/Pd2M60Dmq1E/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-7694888029932556528</id><published>2008-12-30T12:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:17:39.527-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo... meu amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SVor7kmotmI/AAAAAAAAEI4/ZuI9JsXNr2o/s320/0a026-4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285585415110702690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Feliz ano novo! Adeus ano velho! Que tudo se realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no ano que vai nascer! Muito dinheiro no bolso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saúde pra dar e vender"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz Ano Novo... meu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinto a areia fina da praia sob os meus pés,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;misturada com a água fria, salgada, do mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiro os sapatos, para sentir melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o contato da areia e da água com a minha pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todos esperam um só momento, um só instante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ansiosos, radiantes, esperançosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aguardam a contagem dos últimos minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para que este ano, dê seu lugar para o novo ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A contagem regressiva, começa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;começam todos a gritar em uníssono,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um grande clarão se abre sobre a minha cabeça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;luzes de todas as cores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fogos explodem no céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;num espetáculo maravilhoso de luzes e beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fico extasiada a contemplar este belo espetáculo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olho para os lados... estou rodeado por uma multidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pessoas de todas as idades,e raças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vestidas das mais variadas formas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorriso estampado nos lábios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brilho de felicidade nos olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nas mãos,taças para brindarem ao ano entrante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A multidão, na sua grande maioria, de branco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mergulham nas águas, como que querendo arrancar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos corpos, qualquer vestígio deixado pelo ano que passou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recebo abraços, beijos, afagos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;retribuo com educação e por educação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque na verdade estou ausente disto tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somente o meu corpo está presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas meu pensamento, está longe, muito longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;além, muito além, mais além do além...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu pensamento está voando a procura do seu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quer encontrar o seu, para mostrar o grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que sinto por você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e sentir também o seu amor por mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;numa transmissão total de pensamento e sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E na minha imaginação, no meu pensamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neste momento em que o "Ano Novo" começa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com fogos explodindo numa beleza ímpar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sobre a minha cabeça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a areia molhada da praia sob os meus pés,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sinto o teu corpo junto ao meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Então( no meu pensamento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te envolvo num abraço maravilhoso, total,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de corpo, alma, e espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinto o teu corpo colado ao meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as batidas fortes do seu coração junto ao meu peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teu rosto colado ao meu, teus lábios murmurando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ao meu ouvido... "FELIZ ANO NOVO, MEU AMOR".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E neste meu êxtase de completa felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;volto a realidade, e percebo tristemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que apesar de estar no meio de uma multidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estou sozinha, estou solitária, estou triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque estou sem você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Então...ergo a minha taça para o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contemplo uma estrelinha, sozinha, brilhando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piscando especialmente para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penso em você, no seu amor, uma paz me invade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dou um sorriso de felicidade, porque sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que onde estiveres também estarás pensando em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e nessa minha certeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olho para o céu e grito para o infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"FELIZ ANO NOVO... MEU AMOR".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandra Mamede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-7694888029932556528?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7694888029932556528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=7694888029932556528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7694888029932556528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7694888029932556528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-ano-novo-meu-amor.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo... meu amor!'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SVor7kmotmI/AAAAAAAAEI4/ZuI9JsXNr2o/s72-c/0a026-4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4567708032197016101</id><published>2008-12-26T18:31:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:53:02.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Era tão bom quando tu estavas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://euostodepoesia.blospot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SVVDTy-za1I/AAAAAAAAEHI/gOI-kpOCZjo/s320/20_Captive-Of-My-Desires_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284203745170910034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era tão bom quando tu estavas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão alegre era o meu viver…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, como os meus olhos riam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tocar o azul do céu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando ver nele o teu olhar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como meus olhos iluminavam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mais densa escuridão,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal era a luz que traziam,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal a felicidade que emanavam,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal o amor que deles transbordava…&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tão bom quando estavas aqui,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na época em que podia tocar-te,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em que num beijo te podia explicar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O doce sentimento que nascia em mim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era tão bom quando tu estavas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No tempo em que podia navegar por ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perder-me em cada traço teu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar-te num desejo meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fazer do teu corpo o meu templo…&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, como era mágico o amor que me davas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os gestos que me plantavas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os sorrisos que me abrias…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tantas saudades tuas…&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De me beijares o corpo e a alma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos lindos anoiteceres,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De me fazeres tua…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há momento que não recorde,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem nenhum segundo do qual não sinta falta…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tão bom quando estavas aqui…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tão bom quando tu estavas…&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Joana Natário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4567708032197016101?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4567708032197016101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4567708032197016101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4567708032197016101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4567708032197016101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/era-to-bom-quando-tu-estavas.html' title='Era tão bom quando tu estavas'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SVVDTy-za1I/AAAAAAAAEHI/gOI-kpOCZjo/s72-c/20_Captive-Of-My-Desires_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3988594019060190864</id><published>2008-12-17T18:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:05:32.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SUlpbzTPm_I/AAAAAAAAD9o/zqlssuOywhA/s320/0acasal145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280867964416924658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pena...que para se saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O valor de um olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seja preciso que ele deixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de,assim, nos observar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que para se saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O valor de um carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seja preciso que tenhamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficados sózinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que para saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O valor de um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seja preciso que não tenhamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais com quem dividir o desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que para saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o valor de um abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seja preciso que deixemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem esse alguém derrepente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que para saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o valor de uma grande paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seja preciso que a percamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por conta da razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3988594019060190864?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3988594019060190864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3988594019060190864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3988594019060190864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3988594019060190864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/pena.html' title='É pena'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SUlpbzTPm_I/AAAAAAAAD9o/zqlssuOywhA/s72-c/0acasal145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3723673027797651122</id><published>2008-12-04T14:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:57:45.927-02:00</updated><title type='text'>desejo reprimido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/STgLZzmRudI/AAAAAAAADw0/JEZZYsBEwRY/s320/0acasal56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275979501439924690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejo reprimido é fogo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando aflora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; vem como dilúvio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lavando medos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arrastando barreiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;revelando segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; até então contidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lá no íntimo escondidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lava quente é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; o desejo da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que explode e jorra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; vai à forra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contra o silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; e a timidez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos causando a sensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; de gozo total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O abraço mais forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; um gemido agudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a paz no sorriso,dizem tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem das entranhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do mais profundo íntimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essa erupção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esse calor restrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; na gente como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gigante adormecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que desperta em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fúria sensual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com gemidos e sussurros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;transforma em alívio o que era tensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda que seja momentâneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; de vez em quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é preciso explodir um vulcão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3723673027797651122?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3723673027797651122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3723673027797651122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3723673027797651122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3723673027797651122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/desejo-reprimido.html' title='desejo reprimido'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/STgLZzmRudI/AAAAAAAADw0/JEZZYsBEwRY/s72-c/0acasal56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8092629440968341025</id><published>2008-12-04T14:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:44:41.778-02:00</updated><title type='text'>a beleza da noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/STgIR73Na0I/AAAAAAAADwk/T9yJbmHbNkQ/s320/0acasal87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275976067684592450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Beleza da Noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há um poema perfeito no anoitecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Centelhas se multiplicam no horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ascendendo estrelas além de capricórnio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o céu concede um espetáculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muito além do alcance dos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fadas e deusas renovam a magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lua surge diante das cortinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhares cativa, a platéia silencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até que as cortinas se abram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais um espetáculo, um novo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8092629440968341025?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8092629440968341025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8092629440968341025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8092629440968341025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8092629440968341025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/beleza-da-noite.html' title='a beleza da noite'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/STgIR73Na0I/AAAAAAAADwk/T9yJbmHbNkQ/s72-c/0acasal87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8529330264175660457</id><published>2008-12-04T03:08:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:14:30.279-02:00</updated><title type='text'>a rosa loura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/STdm7xIumVI/AAAAAAAADwU/wEbL6xtNCb8/s320/0acasal48.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275798665476086098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ROSA LOURA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero pegar a rosa linda&lt;br /&gt;que pintou no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pairou um Beija Flor no ar&lt;br /&gt;A Rosa que falo é Loura&lt;br /&gt;como o louro dos trigais&lt;br /&gt;é a rainha entre os vegetais&lt;br /&gt;e seu perfume é suave e leve&lt;br /&gt;inebriante nas manhãs primaveril&lt;br /&gt;cheia de mistérios mil&lt;br /&gt;e encantadora como a neve.&lt;br /&gt;"Tentei lhe dizer muitas coisas&lt;br /&gt;mais acabei descobrindo que amar&lt;br /&gt;é muito mais sentir do que dizer.&lt;br /&gt;E milhões de frases bonitas&lt;br /&gt;jamais alcançariam&lt;br /&gt;o que eu sinto por você."&lt;br /&gt;Te Amo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8529330264175660457?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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bold;"&gt;Você é linda sabia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É...ser como a Primavera que ignora seu encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é ser como a rosa que ignora seu perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é ser como você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É ser simples como um sorriso humilde como a prece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você me dá felicidade sabia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felicidade é esse seu sorriso lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é essa sua voz que me dá vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foi um dia te encontrar e te amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E como é viver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É ter esperança que um dia vai me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é ter a luz do teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enfim viver é te amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É sentir uma ternura infinita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser o cravo mais bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser sublime como a prece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser puro como as nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser suave como a brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentir-se lindo como o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é sentir você em meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-15284081017562467?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/15284081017562467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=15284081017562467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/15284081017562467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/15284081017562467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-te-amo-sabia.html' title='eu te amo sabia'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272350707866620338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquela que passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ninguem desconfia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem um jeito de ser único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos olhos traz a esperteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No corpo a leveza de escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De investidas e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;armadilhas derrapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas nunca cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre ágil pra sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de qualquer situação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando percebes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já roubou seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando pensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que a conquistou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doce ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem diz sim e não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabe a hora de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mostrar as garras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E atirar contra seu alvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as vezes some Para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixá-lo louco a sua procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você saberá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quem é a Mulher Bandida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando abrir os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E seus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forem só pra ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saberá quando está rendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela lhe marcará como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tatuagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;será Impossivel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esquece-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-6413943342947449344?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SSsnCOGrUbI/AAAAAAAADiY/27akKMwQPY8/s72-c/0APANTERA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8885620529678239948</id><published>2008-11-22T12:19:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:23:33.270-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mulher menina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SSgVqFLuJSI/AAAAAAAADf4/QUq3dfXWPY0/s200/0anjoluz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271487176527193378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MULHER MENINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menina?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulher? .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha diferença ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha sonhos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha objetivos em cada uma .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A diferença esta na essencia ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na essencia do sonho que se torna objetivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menina que aflora mulher ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mulher o faz realidade .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dentro de cada menina ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha uma mulher responsavel ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sendo que a menina brinca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No intimo de uma mulher .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menina , digas-me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando te farás mulher ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menina que valsa sob a lua ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que corre ao sol ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulher , digas-me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando deixaras de ser menina ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulher que seduz a lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que aquece o sol ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menina , mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se fará inseparavel dupla .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com encantos, sonhos ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pureza,astucia,destreza ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sedução,amor ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menina , não esqueças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De te fazer mulher !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulher, não percas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A menina que ja fostes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8885620529678239948?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8885620529678239948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8885620529678239948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8885620529678239948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8885620529678239948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/11/mulher-menina.html' title='mulher menina'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SSgVqFLuJSI/AAAAAAAADf4/QUq3dfXWPY0/s72-c/0anjoluz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8539738331703449977</id><published>2008-11-20T20:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:16:55.343-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SSXhh5KzqrI/AAAAAAAADd4/6jkYk38QCYc/s320/0asensual_253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270866911305116338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor pode ser de vários tamanhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pode ter várias formas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pode ser profundo ou superficial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maduro ou infantil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor troca confidências,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;troca juras, troca feitiço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;troca dúvidas e experiências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pode ser forte ou fraco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;distraído ou atento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pode vencer tormentas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dissabores e oferecer alento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor pode sobreviver a distâncias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e atravessá-las num segundo através do pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É como um vício, uma droga, desencadeado por uma paixão ardente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Produz sorrisos, momentos perfeitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;produz sonhos e insônias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;produz palpitações, angústias, agonias e ilusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor verdadeiro se perde no tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caminha pelo passado, atua no presente, se encaminha para o futuro .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor tem lembranças de lugares, de cheiros, de músicas e de sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor só não suporta ser vivido, sonhado e mantido sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor precisa de outro amor para sobreviver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se assim não for, não terá sido um amor, terá sido apenas um sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8539738331703449977?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8539738331703449977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8539738331703449977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8539738331703449977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8539738331703449977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-amor.html' title='Um amor'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SSXhh5KzqrI/AAAAAAAADd4/6jkYk38QCYc/s72-c/0asensual_253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-811564975546712489</id><published>2008-11-15T12:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:26:51.943-02:00</updated><title type='text'>entre a vida e o tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SR7b5WQjCVI/AAAAAAAADYE/VUjXJbfWlkM/s200/0o8cOyoE-oF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268890392344070482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre a vida o riso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre o riso o canto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre o canto o pranto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre o pranto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apenas o encanto de sonhar você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre você, o tempo que te leva longe e fundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde ninguém pode chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre o tempo a fuga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que te consome a alma e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que a ninguém se deixa amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre a fuga a ilusão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que te confunde a mente e cega tua visão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que não te deixa enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre a ilusão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanto desencanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que te fere o coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que vai deixando de sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre o desencanto ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Novamente a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que vai te roubando os dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que vão-se indo ao ensejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E entre a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tantas vidas profundamente vividas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tentando de todas as maneiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te fazer existir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-811564975546712489?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SR7b5WQjCVI/AAAAAAAADYE/VUjXJbfWlkM/s72-c/0o8cOyoE-oF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-222554883256811353</id><published>2008-11-14T15:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:31:39.756-02:00</updated><title type='text'>é só o vento soprando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SR217urgiTI/AAAAAAAADX0/Xseeq3iK7kg/s1600-h/0BpbaVFCiR0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SR217urgiTI/AAAAAAAADX0/Xseeq3iK7kg/s200/0BpbaVFCiR0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268567176840775986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É so o vento soprando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre as nuvens quase cinzentas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda existem passaros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que permanecem voando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A noite esta para chegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O céu escuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ira se tornar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho as vezes medo da noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais vem as estrelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E tudo ira embelezar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nestas horas então,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doe bem forte o coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha vida sem a tua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou andando na contra mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lua e estrelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Podem tudo enfeitar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais é sempre tua falta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma dor que estou sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A carregar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estrelas e constelações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou viver dos meus sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E da minhas desilusões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enquanto houver em mim vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estarei te esperando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha querida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O vento soprando agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leva toda tristeza embora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vejo ela sumir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vejo meus labios agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que por ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voltam a sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou te encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um dia eu sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E tudo que perdi com o tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero então recuperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poderei novamente então,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encostado a você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ouvir bater teu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poder falar bem baixinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que ainda te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta acesa ainda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A minha paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-222554883256811353?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SR217urgiTI/AAAAAAAADX0/Xseeq3iK7kg/s72-c/0BpbaVFCiR0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-1302340885249760733</id><published>2008-11-14T15:06:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:13:56.031-02:00</updated><title type='text'>as janelas da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SR2xkH3svEI/AAAAAAAADXc/kaLZAXgihL4/s200/rosas20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268562373239422018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As janelas da vida estão abertas para amores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decepções... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para pessoas que não sabemos se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;são certas na hora de amar, compreensivas na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hora de ajudar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sinceras na hora de conversar, verdadeiras na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hora de desejar, aconchegantes como as noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de luar, firmes como o chão que queremos pisar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sensíveis como a melodia que insiste em nos tocar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inconstantes na hora de caminhar. Como saberemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;então se as pessoas que encontramos são certas ou erradas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca saberemos... O essencial é amar, amar muito, amar sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ver com os olhos da alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-1302340885249760733?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1302340885249760733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=1302340885249760733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1302340885249760733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/1302340885249760733'/><link 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style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SRxeslkQ-LI/AAAAAAAADWY/zfV_rhmylzI/s200/1185765161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268189784208111794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A DOR DO AMOR&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou me sentindo lua&lt;br /&gt;Rodeada de mil olhares&lt;br /&gt;Mas fria e solitária...&lt;br /&gt;Como se faltasse algo&lt;br /&gt;E na verdade falta normal&lt;br /&gt;Em todo ser humano&lt;br /&gt;Sempre necessitamos de algo&lt;br /&gt;Para nos sentirmos realizados&lt;br /&gt;Nunca estamos satisfeitos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre falta algo.&lt;br /&gt;E quando se trata de amor então&lt;br /&gt;Tornamos-nos vulneráveis&lt;br /&gt;As suas reações tudo é demais&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é mais do que de todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;A dor é a maior de todas&lt;br /&gt;Só nos sofremos esquecemos&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo para pensar só naquela pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Sentimos-nos carentes o legítimo&lt;br /&gt;Precisando de “colo” e ai precisamos&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir de alguém não aquilo que nos é&lt;br /&gt;Necessário mas sim aquilo que&lt;br /&gt;Queremos ouvir que nos faça sentir&lt;br /&gt;A dor do amor é aquela que deixa seu&lt;br /&gt;Coração fatiado em gumes fatais.&lt;br /&gt;Morremos de amor se estando vivo&lt;br /&gt;Dor do amor tão cruel conosco&lt;br /&gt;E nós tão fiel a ela precisamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3951646454128215052?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3951646454128215052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3951646454128215052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3951646454128215052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3951646454128215052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/11/dor-do-amor.html' title='a dor do amor'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SRxeslkQ-LI/AAAAAAAADWY/zfV_rhmylzI/s72-c/1185765161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-2579246338672266232</id><published>2008-11-10T16:46:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:27:28.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu pudesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff319/dtsalcbarbye09/0adeusasex-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 364px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff319/dtsalcbarbye09/0adeusasex-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu pudesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria um anjo para te proteger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria a luz para iluminar seu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria um sonho lindo para acalentar seu sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria uma canção para alegrar seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria a água que mata sua sede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria o sol que te aquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria o sangue que corre dentro de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria o ar que você respira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu pudesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentiria sua dor, para você não sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choraria por você, para não te ver triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daria minha vida pela sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu pudesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas não posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou um simples mortal, sem nenhum poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas uma coisa posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te dar todo o meu Carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-2579246338672266232?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2579246338672266232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=2579246338672266232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2579246338672266232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2579246338672266232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/11/se-eu-pudesse.html' title='Se eu pudesse'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3099805542588575634</id><published>2008-11-09T08:49:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:19:13.654-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pedaços</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SRbHCZqPCvI/AAAAAAAACkU/W1Y0d01KPEc/s1600-h/1c235f99559f1aea49851241e5ac160a_web.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SRbHCZqPCvI/AAAAAAAACkU/W1Y0d01KPEc/s200/1c235f99559f1aea49851241e5ac160a_web.gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266615658318072562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pedaços"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando menos esperamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a vida nos demonstra o quão pequenos somos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diante de todo o seu poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem que possamos ter a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ao menos de implorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ela nos tira pedaços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pedaços tão grandes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que a vida vai se tornando vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e sem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que nos dá a força de continuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;são os pedaços que ficam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e que são tão importantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quanto os que partiram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas somos humanos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e por mais força que façamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é grande a dor dentro do coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tão grande... que algumas vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parece que não conseguiremos suportar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo isso me leva a crer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que se mais alguns pedaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me forem tirados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não serei mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nós não somos nada mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que pedaços de muito amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor esse que não acaba nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E assim... a lei da vida segue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos arrancando pedaços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;até o dia em que tudo acaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e você nada mais será do que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um pedaço de alguém!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3099805542588575634?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3099805542588575634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3099805542588575634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3099805542588575634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3099805542588575634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/11/pedaos.html' title='pedaços'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SRbHCZqPCvI/AAAAAAAACkU/W1Y0d01KPEc/s72-c/1c235f99559f1aea49851241e5ac160a_web.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-2325876455276613697</id><published>2008-11-06T14:26:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:37:46.634-02:00</updated><title type='text'>não foi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SRMdM3k5RxI/AAAAAAAACe0/JyphwQea4TI/s200/79PGAJH39l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265584496240576274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não foi o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem foi o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foram as coisas da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foi cada momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pelo meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo pude sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da dor a alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era tudo que queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estava algemado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coração apertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procurando caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andei por todos os lados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viajei por entre lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decisões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ja estive dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De muitos corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foi um tempo normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parecia que a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era tudo igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algo vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como comida sem sal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das sombras me desliguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma luz no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre enxerguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E foi por ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que sempre busquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas estrelas escreveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você seria sempre minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria sempre teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixei me guiar pelo meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não tinha outro jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não havia ninguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para segurar minha mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na solidão me encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais era em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eu sempre pensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde quer que estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No meu peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te carregava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu amor adormeceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando aquele ultimo beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você me deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meus labios não mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encontrariam os teus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-2325876455276613697?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2325876455276613697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=2325876455276613697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2325876455276613697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/2325876455276613697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-foi.html' title='não foi...'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SRMdM3k5RxI/AAAAAAAACe0/JyphwQea4TI/s72-c/79PGAJH39l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-4786028266742296511</id><published>2008-11-05T20:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:40:50.869-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te admiro mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SRIgy9sLCkI/AAAAAAAACds/NBzOnc3bHCo/s200/0dEkN9HCQs6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265306974274914882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu Te Admiro Mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te admiro mulher,&lt;br /&gt;nada te supera ou substitui&lt;br /&gt;pois o sangue que do teu corpo flui,&lt;br /&gt;é o verdadeiro apelo do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te admiro mulher,&lt;br /&gt;em toda a sua anatomia&lt;br /&gt;perfeita com só a luz do dia,&lt;br /&gt;sempre imitada, jamais igualada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te admiro mulher,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que seja por sua vaidade&lt;br /&gt;a mim não importa a sua idade,&lt;br /&gt;desde que saibas me cativar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te admiro mulher,&lt;br /&gt;que até na sua simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;mostra toda sua feminilidade,&lt;br /&gt;e nos dá o prazer da conquista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te admiro mulher,&lt;br /&gt;por ser do amor a deusa consagrada&lt;br /&gt;verdadeira costela que nos foi retirada,&lt;br /&gt;por Deus Pai Nosso Criador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te admiro mulher,&lt;br /&gt;e por ser homem eu te cobiço,&lt;br /&gt;se assim não fosse seria um omisso,&lt;br /&gt;diante do que a natureza nos deu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te admiro mulher,&lt;br /&gt;e por ser assim seguirei te admirando,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que ao final dos meus dias&lt;br /&gt;eu os termine sem lamentando,&lt;br /&gt;obrigado pelo carinho e seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;(esse eu ganhei de um amigo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-4786028266742296511?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4786028266742296511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=4786028266742296511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4786028266742296511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/4786028266742296511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-te-admiro-mulher.html' title='Eu te admiro mulher'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SRIgy9sLCkI/AAAAAAAACds/NBzOnc3bHCo/s72-c/0dEkN9HCQs6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-3544410872726586461</id><published>2008-10-31T10:10:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:21:11.980-02:00</updated><title type='text'>o tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SQr350a0OgI/AAAAAAAACbQ/5OMpE9K31VY/s200/casal-primavera--.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263291687231568386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na ternura do teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janela de tua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tempo é de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na delícia do teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espalhado entre teus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tempo é de saborear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na tua sensibilidade latente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Razão de meu querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tempo é de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com todos os sentidos te desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E sem nenhum sentido te quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tempo fugindo à razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero-te como se fosse noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não importa a cor do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero em qualquer tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tempo é sempre nós agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-3544410872726586461?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3544410872726586461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=3544410872726586461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3544410872726586461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/3544410872726586461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-tempo.html' title='o tempo'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SQr350a0OgI/AAAAAAAACbQ/5OMpE9K31VY/s72-c/casal-primavera--.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-7542388893813826579</id><published>2008-10-30T14:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:07:41.671-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele e Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SQnbvhH4hpI/AAAAAAAACZw/FJHJWpxM3N4/s1600-h/0aluacheia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SQnbvhH4hpI/AAAAAAAACZw/FJHJWpxM3N4/s200/0aluacheia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262979248950904466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele e Ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela o olha sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele a acende faceiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela se aquece de leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele com jeito a segue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela se move com graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele a beija e a enlaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela se faz de difícil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele a seduz num olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela se faz toda tímida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele a chama de linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele a encanta de vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E se amam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até que o eclipse se finda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Sirlei L. Passolongo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-7542388893813826579?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7542388893813826579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=7542388893813826579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7542388893813826579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/7542388893813826579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/ele-e-ela.html' title='Ele e Ela'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SQnbvhH4hpI/AAAAAAAACZw/FJHJWpxM3N4/s72-c/0aluacheia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8812094619765824292</id><published>2008-10-30T12:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:14:33.964-02:00</updated><title type='text'>aroma de mel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SQnBLvV7cfI/AAAAAAAACZg/mVTDUzRUZiA/s1600-h/awaitspic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SQnBLvV7cfI/AAAAAAAACZg/mVTDUzRUZiA/s200/awaitspic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262950046990299634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor, aroma de mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acordar e sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O aroma do teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;junto ao meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aguçando os sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais íntimos do meu ser ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É sentir o orvalho da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desabrochando ventre meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teus abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;São plumas de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que me conduzem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aos recôncavos mais profundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alçando vôos longínquos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos mais diversos sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do bem querer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vejo-me na íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que sorriem ao ver-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dentro de um olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que diz o quanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amas-me e me fazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tua boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recende puro néctar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doçura de alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aromatizas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alimentas minha alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transformas meus dias cinzentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em brilho de sol nascente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enalteces-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harmonizas meu viver .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8812094619765824292?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8812094619765824292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8812094619765824292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8812094619765824292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8812094619765824292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/aroma-de-mel.html' title='aroma de mel'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SQnBLvV7cfI/AAAAAAAACZg/mVTDUzRUZiA/s72-c/awaitspic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-873767097829414896</id><published>2008-10-21T19:59:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:13:59.578-02:00</updated><title type='text'>como dizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SP5TMHxoPRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/E74FTAvkxcg/s200/0arosas89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259732882526059794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como dizer ao coração que o que posso amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não pode me corresponder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que um olhar que me mostra afeto, é motivo de fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e me esconder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pobre e amargo coração, cheio de amor que não pode dar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de alegria que não sabe viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sofre quieto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Às sombras de minhas ilusões sempre a espera de alguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que possa talvez, me fazer sorrir verdadeiramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou mesmo cantar, sem que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caiam lágrimas dos meus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O simples se faz impossível neste mundo de injustiças e regras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas que em minha alma permanece sereno um sentimento doce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carente e tantas vezes inevitável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que meu coração se confunde, mais a cada novo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais que com tudo, continua sendo em minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incondicionamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O mais belo dos sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(AD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-873767097829414896?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/873767097829414896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=873767097829414896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/873767097829414896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/873767097829414896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/como-dizer.html' title='como dizer...'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SP5TMHxoPRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/E74FTAvkxcg/s72-c/0arosas89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8453094914579906130</id><published>2008-10-20T15:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:32:28.093-02:00</updated><title type='text'>exaltação  à lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPzAktDd-UI/AAAAAAAACOw/vv5txbp4a_g/s200/_HZRJNEE2F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259290201663863106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exaltação à Lua.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lua que acorda quando o mundo dorme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lua que mora tão perto dos céus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lua que inspira, excita, exercita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lua que para muitos nada significa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lua musa inspiradora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lua que chora junto com os poetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lua que ama com os amantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah! Quantos amores inspiram-se em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou será que é você que inspira os amores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Chrystinna Monica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8453094914579906130?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8453094914579906130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8453094914579906130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8453094914579906130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8453094914579906130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/exaltao-lua.html' title='exaltação  à lua'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPzAktDd-UI/AAAAAAAACOw/vv5txbp4a_g/s72-c/_HZRJNEE2F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8534397014725824778</id><published>2008-10-19T12:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:59:26.390-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mergulha em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPtLQIEW5cI/AAAAAAAACNk/gAuYgLxkEQM/s1600-h/0acasal21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPtLQIEW5cI/AAAAAAAACNk/gAuYgLxkEQM/s200/0acasal21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258879730300937666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mergulha em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E desvenda meus corais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meus ais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descubra os sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naufragados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero emergir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neste oceano de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imaginar velas ao sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixe as ondas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos levar sob ventos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inebriantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bebe esta água,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que de salgada lembra o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suor do meu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transborda-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em gozo e me ponha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;À deriva implorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por teu leme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Arlete de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8534397014725824778?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8534397014725824778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8534397014725824778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8534397014725824778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8534397014725824778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/mergulha-em-mim_4256.html' title='mergulha em mim'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPtLQIEW5cI/AAAAAAAACNk/gAuYgLxkEQM/s72-c/0acasal21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-8671380052001295457</id><published>2008-10-18T21:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:34:47.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPp9ECPSnSI/AAAAAAAACNM/g931_UAoGUw/s320/ae39ab7_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258653023182429474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era só uma fuga da solidão, do medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de um vazio que me sufocava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de um esperar constante de algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que poderia acontecer não sei quando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te encontrei nesse tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um tempo cheio de incertezas, inseguranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e uma vontade imensa de experimentar algo novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você foi tudo de bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me ensinou a rever alguns valores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rir de coisas bobas e até de coisa nenhuma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rir pelo simples prazer de achar graça em tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu fujo da saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do medo de te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando me deixas mais de um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem ouvir a tua voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não foge de tudo agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e vem ficar comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vamos fugir juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para um lugar cheio de risos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e suspiros de pura paixão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-8671380052001295457?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8671380052001295457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=8671380052001295457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8671380052001295457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/8671380052001295457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuga.html' title='fuga'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPp9ECPSnSI/AAAAAAAACNM/g931_UAoGUw/s72-c/ae39ab7_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-5540258686503729628</id><published>2008-10-18T20:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:05:26.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>coração de mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPp5mYOUdjI/AAAAAAAACM8/mnCZPQ0YVco/s200/0alove5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258649215152977458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma mulher é capaz de calar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma multidão com o seu silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consegue sorrir diante da dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;demonstrar sua coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perante o medo e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo sem batom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dizer EU TE AMO com toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intensidade do vermelho !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque o coração de uma mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não bate, toca música, encanta !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E independente do ritmo, tem dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de samba, rock, tango...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afinal seu coração sempre sussurra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma canção de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-5540258686503729628?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5540258686503729628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=5540258686503729628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5540258686503729628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5540258686503729628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/corao-de-mulher.html' title='coração de mulher'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPp5mYOUdjI/AAAAAAAACM8/mnCZPQ0YVco/s72-c/0alove5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192196737086633904.post-5524405395944708299</id><published>2008-10-15T11:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:23:45.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Andanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPX82qlQZdI/AAAAAAAACJ0/Qnicud9PfjE/s1600-h/amor28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPX82qlQZdI/AAAAAAAACJ0/Qnicud9PfjE/s200/amor28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257386156098610642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andanças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( AlexSimas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já andei por muitos sonhos acendendo estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por mares desérticos, frias camas aquecendo ilusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Propus-me a rir e cantar empíricas volúpias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No meu olhar o brilho do luar roubado das madrugadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mudando como lótus na superfície da água, Édipo espelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brinquei de esconder com minha sanidade, genuflexo em prece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milhões de caminhos se abrem a minha frente misturando-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo como elementos de uma fabula trancados em uma caixa mágica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procuro pelas luzes roubadas do universo por teus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abrigo-me à sombra do coração que flutua no limiar da loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejos insones amanhecem alados sob as chuvas do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infatigável, deixo-me guiar pelo poeta em seu jardim de palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A eternidade se finda, põe-se com o sol desnudando a lua, aflição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pedirei ao verso que me conceda o entendimento, empíreo sacramento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A diástase do destino não impede a arborescência da paixão, luminescência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As cartas escritas ao desatino retornam sem as respostas obsecradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interno-me na obscura noite senhora dos entendimentos, mãe esclarecedora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mãos suaves tocam minha alma libertando melodias de encantamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imolo-me na sagrada fogueira da saudade cujas cinzas alimentam o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na bolha de sabão em que viajo mora um arco-íris que guarda um tesouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fúlgida formula de minha ansiada felicidade...Você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(adoro as poesias do Alex) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192196737086633904-5524405395944708299?l=eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5524405395944708299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2192196737086633904&amp;postID=5524405395944708299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5524405395944708299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192196737086633904/posts/default/5524405395944708299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugostodepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/andanas.html' title='Andanças'/><author><name>MCris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/TQX913q83VI/AAAAAAAAdxQ/qjedDs4ZFdw/S220/bon1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfGMiBe5x7s/SPX82qlQZdI/AAAAAAAACJ0/Qnicud9PfjE/s72-c/amor28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
