<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:48:04.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade  I-nventada</title><subtitle type='html'>'Minhas desequilibradas palavras são o luxo do meu silêncio'.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-4988920020285346363</id><published>2011-05-23T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:45:50.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERDÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98ly1hBHxQ0/Tdr_tfSrmSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xPJeVERgVy0/s1600/perdao99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610077442802424098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98ly1hBHxQ0/Tdr_tfSrmSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xPJeVERgVy0/s400/perdao99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vazio, muito , minto no vazio .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mentira pura, em insistir que estou cheia. Errando talvez em deixar você se aproximar. Ando querendo te encontrar, pra ter aquela angustia que só olhando para seus olhos basta , um escape para meus medos, ando tentando apagar de vez, só que desculpe! está dificil, nada pra mim é facil, insisto em tirar o que ainda resta dessa espera . Ei, quero ser feliz, ainda não tenho o caminho disso, muito menos , bem menos quase nada daquilo também, afinal já se passaram quase quatro anos, e eu tinha um sonho distante, em reecontrar além do caos, poxa e eu que passei por cada uma, cada umas, situações de amor e ódio , sentimentos que só foram vividos por mim, situações de saudades. Eu me entrego de vez, gritei para os quatro cantos, e se quer te ver só olhar para meus olhos , eu carrego você neles.MINTO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;desculpe , &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUEM SABE EM OUTRA VIDA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-4988920020285346363?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/4988920020285346363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2011/05/perdao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4988920020285346363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4988920020285346363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2011/05/perdao.html' title='PERDÃO'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98ly1hBHxQ0/Tdr_tfSrmSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xPJeVERgVy0/s72-c/perdao99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-611572736674190592</id><published>2011-03-12T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:24:53.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual é o seu lugar ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z0tH8_t8FU/TXw43L2978I/AAAAAAAAAnE/QbS-DEogpSg/s1600/esconder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583400158759874498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z0tH8_t8FU/TXw43L2978I/AAAAAAAAAnE/QbS-DEogpSg/s400/esconder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ...&lt;br /&gt;se com um olhar eu te pedir um beijo ?&lt;br /&gt;No suave , instante eu desviar atenção e recomeçar denovo ?&lt;br /&gt;e seu te pedir um beijo, talvez para acalmar meus pensamentos e os seus também, dividir o que há de vir ...&lt;br /&gt;o que haá de vir?&lt;br /&gt;e tornamos forte e pequenos envolvidos nesse codinome sentimento!&lt;br /&gt;Então ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu encosto meus cabelos no seu peito aberto só para ouvir a bulha , as duas bulhas do seu silencio que escapa de dentro do seu coração !&lt;br /&gt;NADA falte, nem sobre !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...E se eu fosse um texto e você o meu titulo, todos saberiam que somos nós, a definição do seus e meus ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, eu temo e insisto no que há de vir&lt;br /&gt;o que há de vir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-611572736674190592?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/611572736674190592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2011/03/qual-e-o-seu-lugar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/611572736674190592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/611572736674190592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2011/03/qual-e-o-seu-lugar.html' title='Qual é o seu lugar ?'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z0tH8_t8FU/TXw43L2978I/AAAAAAAAAnE/QbS-DEogpSg/s72-c/esconder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-5106304985587108171</id><published>2011-01-22T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:53:49.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TTtDwwJtfOI/AAAAAAAAAms/r25Kj3I3pIM/s1600/cropped-tumblr_lcvfzjcfrl1qev1qyo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565116269384793314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TTtDwwJtfOI/AAAAAAAAAms/r25Kj3I3pIM/s400/cropped-tumblr_lcvfzjcfrl1qev1qyo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verão;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tardes que tarda a noite .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um sentimento de Amor eterno, que vaga pelo vento ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e se despede do que acredita em poucos segundo, com um abaraço meio salgado por trás dos ombros bronzeados cheios de calor, faz-se sempre sempre Amor no verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não conseguir domir, pra sonhar em instantes de solidão, então não eé verão !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aparecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;primeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;poder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Qual é o preço da verdade&lt;/em&gt;"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-5106304985587108171?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/5106304985587108171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2011/01/sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/5106304985587108171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/5106304985587108171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2011/01/sun.html' title='sun'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TTtDwwJtfOI/AAAAAAAAAms/r25Kj3I3pIM/s72-c/cropped-tumblr_lcvfzjcfrl1qev1qyo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-4274447535791059105</id><published>2010-12-11T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:22:50.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijo no olho .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TQQj3QiPXTI/AAAAAAAAAmY/yofG3Qh9qgU/s1600/tumblr_l1r707euHO1qbawpyo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549600073065651506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TQQj3QiPXTI/AAAAAAAAAmY/yofG3Qh9qgU/s400/tumblr_l1r707euHO1qbawpyo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;beije minha Alma' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não conseguir dormir, consegui apenas mudar de pensamento enquanto aqui dentro batia e ao mesmo tempo apanhava pois meu coração descompassado insite em um dia feliz . Me dê um beijo no olho quem sabe assim eu me apaixono!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria sentir o que foi perdido, e buscar aquilo que é meu, Minha Verdade mais pura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiquei surpresa com os atos , atados que nem sempre estão , eu preciso de Algo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;com os olhos colados nos vidros um som, se desfaz e eu nem sinto mais, então fecho os pensamentos e decido passar por cima deles. Pensamentos vêm e vão, nunca ficam , e vai ser sempre sempre, cada dia vou esquecer e lembrar daquilo que esqueci no dia anterior, Tudo passa, tudo Passará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem vai sorrir quando um abraço chegar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-4274447535791059105?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/4274447535791059105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/12/beijo-no-olho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4274447535791059105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4274447535791059105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/12/beijo-no-olho.html' title='Beijo no olho .'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TQQj3QiPXTI/AAAAAAAAAmY/yofG3Qh9qgU/s72-c/tumblr_l1r707euHO1qbawpyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-4845795178565464243</id><published>2010-11-20T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T08:50:40.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é perfeito?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TOf8JdAKPII/AAAAAAAAAmQ/D8ZU78_zoxA/s1600/amor%252520perfeito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541675105837005954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TOf8JdAKPII/AAAAAAAAAmQ/D8ZU78_zoxA/s400/amor%252520perfeito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chocolate ou escrever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que gosta de fazer , pode mudar sua vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;você não liga , pode destruir sua vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é como escrever com fonte "itálico", sendo que você tem a letra de forma.coloca toda forma de pensamento bons em mim?!, please. Estimule, emane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oque é perfeito?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ironia , não é? risadas a 2 da manha , é ser diferente sendo igual a todo mundo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ser perfeito no mundo que nunca se chegou lá, como conhecemos a perfeita harmonia do som dos bares, com chuvas no vidro da janela do quarto e uma rosa sentada beijando o copo com agua. não ser perfeito , não faz diferença!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;indiferença seria se faltasse Amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parei o tempo, agora escreva versos cegos, cheios de erros ortograficos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;calado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mudarei, as folhas do caderno verde com capa velha quase sem tinta , escondido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem escondeu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-4845795178565464243?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/4845795178565464243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-e-perfeito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4845795178565464243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4845795178565464243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-e-perfeito.html' title='O que é perfeito?'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TOf8JdAKPII/AAAAAAAAAmQ/D8ZU78_zoxA/s72-c/amor%252520perfeito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-4511238682271035728</id><published>2010-09-02T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:49:59.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20:30h   Mercúrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TIA38Dg7t0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/s7VA_vhMTes/s1600/horizonte-de-mercurio-visto-pela-messenger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512467448776603458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TIA38Dg7t0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/s7VA_vhMTes/s400/horizonte-de-mercurio-visto-pela-messenger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será a hora errada?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jamais importa-te como antes, Esqueça !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o Grito a imagem se partiu, Deixe que corr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca , nunca , nunca ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terás?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah, verbo ter , pertencer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não aprendi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-4511238682271035728?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/4511238682271035728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/09/2030h-mercurio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4511238682271035728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4511238682271035728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/09/2030h-mercurio.html' title='20:30h   Mercúrio'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TIA38Dg7t0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/s7VA_vhMTes/s72-c/horizonte-de-mercurio-visto-pela-messenger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-6822065403657501940</id><published>2010-08-30T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:07:20.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você Deixou Saudades '...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-6822065403657501940?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/6822065403657501940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/08/voce-deixou-saudades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6822065403657501940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6822065403657501940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/08/voce-deixou-saudades.html' title='Você Deixou Saudades &apos;...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-1384186333970326404</id><published>2010-08-20T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:00:25.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TG8I4UWuRgI/AAAAAAAAAlU/IPodkUC1wGc/s1600/dedos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507630632927118850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TG8I4UWuRgI/AAAAAAAAAlU/IPodkUC1wGc/s400/dedos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O cheiro que fica entre os dedos , refaz o fato de vez .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No tom vermelho , do cabelo e gosto da boca no som desfaz por sí só todos os laços no azul do céu de agosto, insistindo no dever de ser , e ter !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessa hora não se esconde o que quer, o que veio fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se veio pra ser , seja Bem vindo todos os pensamentos .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se veio pra ter, dispenso os comentários importunos .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'estou sem nada pra acreditar, e pra sentiir ?, sinto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-1384186333970326404?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/1384186333970326404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1384186333970326404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1384186333970326404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu.html' title='Meu .'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TG8I4UWuRgI/AAAAAAAAAlU/IPodkUC1wGc/s72-c/dedos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-2374558794376062171</id><published>2010-08-10T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:15:59.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F-low</title><content type='html'>...      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu te falei que isso vai mudar' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse nem assim se pode evitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazemos razões de subverter do abismo que é pensar e sentir .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfaço todos os meus conceitos agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e me desespero em pensar que só terá ou nunca fazer '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não ACEITO então será um Abismo entre NóS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-2374558794376062171?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/2374558794376062171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/08/f-low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2374558794376062171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2374558794376062171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/08/f-low.html' title='F-low'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-3911450534129788746</id><published>2010-07-20T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:38:52.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversa Amarela .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TEZPl814etI/AAAAAAAAAlA/j-HZ9LGwBQk/s1600/Sinal_fechado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496167908658150098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TEZPl814etI/AAAAAAAAAlA/j-HZ9LGwBQk/s400/Sinal_fechado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentre muitos carros e um sinal vermelho .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje o céu está por inteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá vem a menina, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem veê de perto por trás do vidros algo muito além do seu alcance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorte, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vêêr a Maldade que saí de trás daqueles muros sujos .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ô Deus proteja Aquela guria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não Deixe que os torne mais um Aliado contra a sociedade, apesar de não ter escolha mude ao menos as opções de viver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e uma conversa amarela que surgia debaixo do azul , coloree destrói &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destroí, destrói .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veja com os olhos do coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-3911450534129788746?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/3911450534129788746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversa-amarela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3911450534129788746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3911450534129788746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversa-amarela.html' title='Conversa Amarela .'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TEZPl814etI/AAAAAAAAAlA/j-HZ9LGwBQk/s72-c/Sinal_fechado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-4218664217193891264</id><published>2010-07-11T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:59:54.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu é poesia de cego '</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDncJkIcbpI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0QBV0DnwUUw/s1600/429759725_0b5c34ef6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492663277431058066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDncJkIcbpI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0QBV0DnwUUw/s400/429759725_0b5c34ef6f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Elas pensam que nos enganam, não é verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;ou Reeventaremos a verdade, Mudanças de plano, ok?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Deveriamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Criar uma Nova verdade, duas, três , quatro... o necessario para Mudar os Fatos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pensamento recriativo, hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Bem que você, poderia meu Bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;não Esquecer , que você está aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;e que por obrigação, não poderia' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;então faremos um trato, pacto . Você ao invés de não querer se lembrar de Mim, eu me esqueço a cada segundo que você, insiti não ter Lembranças! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;e é bobeira não querer viver esse tal de "realidade"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Engana-se no extenso pensar que Fomos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Poderia ser diferente, igual também, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nós deveriamos Parar e pensar que Qunado se vá , o que fica são as coisas boas que passei ao lado de quem ao menos voltou sua face na direção certa e no momento certo , e não se Desconectar de tal maneira que "jamais" verei novamente. ( Pense nisso )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(pratique isso - )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Para alguns é coisa normal, e facil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Só não esquece de Lembrar , que no futuro , eu posso ser e tu , não Ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-4218664217193891264?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/4218664217193891264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-meu-e-poesia-de-cego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4218664217193891264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4218664217193891264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-meu-e-poesia-de-cego.html' title='O meu é poesia de cego &apos;'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDncJkIcbpI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0QBV0DnwUUw/s72-c/429759725_0b5c34ef6f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-2897139394967440396</id><published>2010-07-07T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T13:26:35.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo que Talvez precise estará Dentro de você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDTiw-xK7AI/AAAAAAAAAkw/W6lKCLptUzk/s1600/VIOLO_~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491263176782310402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDTiw-xK7AI/AAAAAAAAAkw/W6lKCLptUzk/s400/VIOLO_~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;De onde vem toda essa segurança, perfeito sigilo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;da vontade de viver com os sonhos instalados no coração, e pulos mais pulos !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;De onde vem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Toda a graça de estar mais e mais perto daquilo que te faz bem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;de todas as manhãs seria como se faltasse o sol saindo de traás do Mar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e eu Aqui me perguntando se agente pode ter um Fim , e ao mesmo tempo um Enorme começo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sonhar nem sempre é desejar, e brincar nem sempre é Alegria!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E com quem me apego?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... aah, nos olhos de quem me vêe, simples e objetivo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu queria sonhar com o passado amanhã , na verdade se fosse pra ter , teria um Passado agora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MEsmo sabendo das coisas ruins que acontecerá , ... eu não tenho medo ( Daquilo que já sei ) , em sí Prefiro ter a certeza que eles irão me prender dentro de cada um dos seus Ventos .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pego agora as minhas canções e resolvo cantaá-las para você, Mar .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e contigo parceria perfeita nos meus momentos, te Adoro no verbo "Adorar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo Que você precisa Está Dentro de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-2897139394967440396?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/2897139394967440396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/07/tudo-que-talvez-precise-estara-dentro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2897139394967440396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2897139394967440396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/07/tudo-que-talvez-precise-estara-dentro.html' title='Tudo que Talvez precise estará Dentro de você.'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDTiw-xK7AI/AAAAAAAAAkw/W6lKCLptUzk/s72-c/VIOLO_~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-144163548266262165</id><published>2010-06-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:01:51.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TCoYvhPT8iI/AAAAAAAAAkA/P06PKUctBqE/s1600/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488226300559880738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TCoYvhPT8iI/AAAAAAAAAkA/P06PKUctBqE/s400/vento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai muito além do que se vê &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ousados são aqueles que os sentem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fortes os que não têm , por algum motivo se quer ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Padecer, enfraquecer seus pensamentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ser Amor a qualquer hora&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-144163548266262165?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/144163548266262165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/06/amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/144163548266262165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/144163548266262165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/06/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TCoYvhPT8iI/AAAAAAAAAkA/P06PKUctBqE/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-6339223089699477618</id><published>2010-06-17T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T12:30:56.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixo os meus sonhos ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TBp3vcFZT4I/AAAAAAAAAjs/BB_Wee3QLa8/s1600/vento01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483827153153380226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TBp3vcFZT4I/AAAAAAAAAjs/BB_Wee3QLa8/s400/vento01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;prometo que sempre, sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje o dia está mais azul, e meus sonhos estão correndo , e eu dizendo que eles veem e vaão como vento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu sol não está atraás das nuvens está aqui dentro de mim ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paz e humildade é o que há , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu Amo , aliás Te Amo , ...Deixo os meus sonhos voarem com o Vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordei mais feliz , somente hoje tomei coragem de admitir sem saber da razão , é o estado de estar FELIZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem gente que está do mesmo lado que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mais devereia estar do lado de lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quem acredita sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Alcança !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-6339223089699477618?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/6339223089699477618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/06/deixo-os-meus-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6339223089699477618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6339223089699477618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/06/deixo-os-meus-sonhos.html' title='Deixo os meus sonhos ...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TBp3vcFZT4I/AAAAAAAAAjs/BB_Wee3QLa8/s72-c/vento01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-7726131701792847302</id><published>2010-06-13T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:47:21.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TBV72sOsHwI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2VjfkRhBoCk/s1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482424300909371138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TBV72sOsHwI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2VjfkRhBoCk/s400/0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem tudo está... tão melhor quando vejo o sol nascer ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e a música da alma invade os meus ouvidos e não consigo fechar os olhos e não imaginar as notas tocando a pele que é da cor da sua terra , combina com os olhos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo está tão azul misturado com vermelho "swing".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre escuto as ruas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-7726131701792847302?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/7726131701792847302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/06/strawberry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7726131701792847302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7726131701792847302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/06/strawberry.html' title='Strawberry .'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TBV72sOsHwI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2VjfkRhBoCk/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-3879977314507038737</id><published>2010-05-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T12:53:25.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Klarheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S_g2J3BpVgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/StQVHvnrqdY/s1600/117893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474184890086413826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S_g2J3BpVgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/StQVHvnrqdY/s400/117893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perder , medo sempre estão associados , não é?&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fui dormir dizia Flor , com tanto medo assim que até em insisti ficar mais um pouco na cama de manhã . Estávamos no meio termo , nem CLARO E NÃO ESCURO!. A claridade me sufoca , me faz sentir impotente ao Dia ... de ver os contornos as cores , a escuridão já nota uma leve reviravolta dos pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto, Tanto ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui .&lt;br /&gt;Não planejei em estar&lt;br /&gt;Não adivinhei em Dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Estou Aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Estou por Enquanto sustentando em mim , ainda . Não sei onde vai parar.&lt;br /&gt;Que pare logo!&lt;br /&gt;Que eu possa me sentir capaz de com a claridade abrir meus olhos , Flor .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-3879977314507038737?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/3879977314507038737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/05/klarheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3879977314507038737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3879977314507038737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/05/klarheit.html' title='Klarheit'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S_g2J3BpVgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/StQVHvnrqdY/s72-c/117893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-7874321205647831550</id><published>2010-05-21T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:05:02.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vaga-lumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S_cRgyVjs5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Yug-_EIP0Y8/s1600/ISSO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473863127057806226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S_cRgyVjs5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Yug-_EIP0Y8/s400/ISSO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje de manhã o dia claro com tom de azul , aproveitei enquanto sonhava rabisquei a falta com os giz de cera do ensino médio e dali então colori meus medos , tirei alguns sorrisos de cada dia . Pude perceber que os lápis que um dia pintava sua mão hoje pintei as minhas . Tenho o preto para as angustias o azul para ser sincero , amarelo é a cor de um sorriso, o verde adivinha com que se pinta o verde? Pinta minhas idéias cheias de esperança , virtude como rosa , o vermelho deixei separado para pintar o tom de uma nota que saia da janela branca e que chegava até os meus ouvidos , lindo! Fechar os olhos para pintar o Amor .&lt;br /&gt;Insisto – Não peço nada em troca, Eu sou o Amor .&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;E no branco dos meus olhos eu vejo “vagalumes”, sem entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-7874321205647831550?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/7874321205647831550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/05/vaga-lumes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7874321205647831550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7874321205647831550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/05/vaga-lumes.html' title='vaga-lumes'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S_cRgyVjs5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Yug-_EIP0Y8/s72-c/ISSO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-1427627429453172985</id><published>2010-05-02T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T06:23:31.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beira Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S918xJ-9GvI/AAAAAAAAAiw/AOjseTWbhCg/s1600/MULHER%2BCAMINHANDO%2BNA%2BPRAIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466662706633054962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S918xJ-9GvI/AAAAAAAAAiw/AOjseTWbhCg/s400/MULHER%2BCAMINHANDO%2BNA%2BPRAIA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A curva que desfaz o vento até o fim do inicio do outro começo que o sol derreterá as flores o mar não se desfez . A curva alegre de um tom vermelho do seu batom colori os papéis em branco espalhados no jardim , e ao mesmo se quer entender de onde vem esses olhares? que combinam com o cinza dessa tarde vazia . Ontem choveu , e não caíram nenhuma gota nas flores que você plantou , Me ensina? plantar e colher ? ... me ensina? a receber! . o farol velho daquele PIER não orienta mais os veleiros , pra quem não tem significado, irão demoli-lo , desse construirão uma torre igual o farol . “Reacende o que for pra ficar “ . Quando não queremos um significado, não Queremos! . Hoje Quando não quis , demorei pra perceber seus olhos no meu , fui até a praia , e caminhando em direção das ondas , pude ver a linha do horizonte que separa o meu mar do seu mar , avistei a dimensão do meu pensamento, que corria por toda praia , insatisfeito , preso numa caixa escura , lá deram todos os sentidos , e minha caixa ficou vazia por alguns segundos , no momento em que meus olhos fitou o azul do meu Mar . O mar é uma orquestra completa de estribilhos, que ascende OU a paga para alguns, durante algumas horas gastei o mar , observando de onde vem toda essa força que não para , quando você pensa que irá descansar , mais e mais se propaga , Assim são os pensamentos fluentes . “ será que saberá o quanto penso em ti com o meu coração?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe Algum sentimento puro sem maldades, que se encaixe perfeitamente nos meus vazios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...] Só porque estou aqui ajoelhado no chão , com o coração na mão ! não quer dizer , que tudo mudou que o tempo que você ganhou !- frejat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim do túnel tudo escuro, ela me procurando com um olhar . Eu preciso de um SIM, ainda mais leve que um Sim. Eu preciso de uma garantia mais que garantida que você vai ficar pra sempre com todos os sentidos em mim , uma conexão em mim .&lt;br /&gt;- “Eu Quero ter um gato ,um cachorro uma história com VOCÊ”.&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é pra ser entendida , e sim Sentida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltam 48 dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-1427627429453172985?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/1427627429453172985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/05/beira-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1427627429453172985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1427627429453172985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/05/beira-mar.html' title='Beira Mar'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S918xJ-9GvI/AAAAAAAAAiw/AOjseTWbhCg/s72-c/MULHER%2BCAMINHANDO%2BNA%2BPRAIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-6123602749683113510</id><published>2010-04-30T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:45:31.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>repetir é acertar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9tPIf2F7HI/AAAAAAAAAio/NAWqUxoc0PQ/s1600/lnCAO3NT40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466049580150156402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9tPIf2F7HI/AAAAAAAAAio/NAWqUxoc0PQ/s400/lnCAO3NT40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenta intender o que se passa na cabeça , de quem está do outro lado !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora repare bem nos olhos daquela menina sentada alí , e pergunte a ela se ela faz "tudo que faz" por escolha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quais são as consequências do que ela escolhe todos as tardes? , será que ela mesma reconhece o que faz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ô Pessoinha mais insegura da vida, apesar de conhecer bem os caminhos de casa , não tá nem aí para o que vai encontrar nas ruas apertadas do seu caminho, dizem que ela não ama , outros dizem ainda que ela desencontrou o amor, outros enganam espalhando "feiurinhas sobre ela". Ela todos os dias nasce para o sol e repte a mesma frase quase a 10 anos . " Venha comigo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-6123602749683113510?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/6123602749683113510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/04/repetir-e-acertar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6123602749683113510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6123602749683113510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/04/repetir-e-acertar.html' title='repetir é acertar?'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9tPIf2F7HI/AAAAAAAAAio/NAWqUxoc0PQ/s72-c/lnCAO3NT40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-7257442292778152646</id><published>2010-04-29T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:35:32.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em seu Amor .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9pP6qsk6aI/AAAAAAAAAig/2nQ7O5bmkQg/s1600/OgAAAHi5WF4VE_NtIXG0ITLv41I_YeW-yVXOtoPW_KhbNFhfd47pR-m9L357YRu3k7CISObSSf4DGzSQK67FV4T-opoAm1T1UGi1wawNBy4eI8DHx-Uat9LX76dQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465768967079782818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9pP6qsk6aI/AAAAAAAAAig/2nQ7O5bmkQg/s400/OgAAAHi5WF4VE_NtIXG0ITLv41I_YeW-yVXOtoPW_KhbNFhfd47pR-m9L357YRu3k7CISObSSf4DGzSQK67FV4T-opoAm1T1UGi1wawNBy4eI8DHx-Uat9LX76dQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É que estou me deixando cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Então por favor, não me segure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-7257442292778152646?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/7257442292778152646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/04/em-seu-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7257442292778152646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7257442292778152646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/04/em-seu-amor.html' title='Em seu Amor .'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9pP6qsk6aI/AAAAAAAAAig/2nQ7O5bmkQg/s72-c/OgAAAHi5WF4VE_NtIXG0ITLv41I_YeW-yVXOtoPW_KhbNFhfd47pR-m9L357YRu3k7CISObSSf4DGzSQK67FV4T-opoAm1T1UGi1wawNBy4eI8DHx-Uat9LX76dQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-8254005065501078709</id><published>2010-04-28T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:17:32.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because if not you, will not be with anyone else</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9jeDzQl37I/AAAAAAAAAiI/vuIf7L5uYBU/s1600/Nyec_by_Snow09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465362304694869938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9jeDzQl37I/AAAAAAAAAiI/vuIf7L5uYBU/s400/Nyec_by_Snow09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É ...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso deitar ao seu lado hoje, assistir um pouco de TV , depois de um dia intenso , pensar em como Vou chegar até você, e depois , que se você irá aceitar o que eu tenho pra te dar além do meu calor e meu endereço . Coloquei asas nos meus sentimentos escondidos , esse que não percebe Quando, como fazer pra tê-la ao meu lado esquerdo, e depois ainda lado a lado eu encosto teu rosto no meu , e com mínimo esforço te puxo pra bem mais perto de mim como numa só canção , até você disparar seu cheiro em mim , e assim perceber que ainda é muito pouco , mão , beijos, nuca , cheiro, arrepio . O que eu mereço é um beijo com gosto de verdade. Verdade escondida, nessa hora não há diferenças entre nós , afinal somo iguais , e a vontade de ficar causou o primeiro efeito! . e Necessidade de estar em você , e você em mim lhe causa um certo medo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because if not you, will not be with anyone else , ... Vai ser com Você !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-8254005065501078709?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/8254005065501078709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-if-not-you-will-not-be-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/8254005065501078709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/8254005065501078709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-if-not-you-will-not-be-with.html' title='Because if not you, will not be with anyone else'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9jeDzQl37I/AAAAAAAAAiI/vuIf7L5uYBU/s72-c/Nyec_by_Snow09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-3799238391256065850</id><published>2010-04-28T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:19:00.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não chegue na hora marcada .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9htBOxL-3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/zyMM_lJl8Bw/s1600/moto_00602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465238015725796210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9htBOxL-3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/zyMM_lJl8Bw/s400/moto_00602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, Chegue na hora marcada !&lt;br /&gt;Se continuares até o fim, Amor meu grande Amor, Descerei das nuvens avistarei você com um tom de saudade, de Fome paixão e sonhos, e muito sonhos , poucas palavras e muitos serão os olhares !...&lt;br /&gt;Venha que no meu peito é o seu lugar, são suas asas , liberdade essa que te satisfaz a minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;...' fico imaginando nós gastando o Mar.'&lt;br /&gt;Eu até entenderia me falassem como as pessoas se aproximam , se desperta, dispara !&lt;br /&gt;Não Aproveitaria seu cheiro, tua pele ... coisa que gosto de sentir, se misturassem dentro de todos eu saberia Qual era o seu Gosto, seu cheiro , a sua maneira ! .&lt;br /&gt;“A todo o momento o vejo...&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo... a única ilha&lt;br /&gt;No oceano do meu desejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo é tudo o que brilha,&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo é tudo o que cheira...&lt;br /&gt;Rosa, flor de laranjeira...” ( Manoel Bandeira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Ainda Que eu me esqueça nunca me passou pela cabeça lhe pedir Perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Saudade é um pouco fome . Só passa quando se come a presença . Mas as vezes a saudade é tão profunda que a presença é pouco : _ Quer se absorver a outra pessoa toda . Essa vontade de um ser outro para unificação inteira é um dos sentimentos mais urgentes que se tem na vida” ( Clarice Lispector )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-3799238391256065850?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/3799238391256065850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-chegue-na-hora-marcada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3799238391256065850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3799238391256065850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-chegue-na-hora-marcada.html' title='Não chegue na hora marcada .'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S9htBOxL-3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/zyMM_lJl8Bw/s72-c/moto_00602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-6773128276472543083</id><published>2010-02-17T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:31:42.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não havia Lágrimas , Enquanto o Tempo Passava   ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S3wn45BwX5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/QR4CZTE2gcM/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S3wn45BwX5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/QR4CZTE2gcM/s400/tears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439266308291059602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto encontro tudo fora do lugar , me invento no  gesto simples, este que me envolve na vida!.&lt;br /&gt;Como todos os filmes clichês , como todo cego por natureza , Ôo Pobre , nem ao menos o enxerga. Um beijo de costas para sorte , o Amor que vem atrás de tudo, como um simples Fato de reeconhecer o que é Teu. &lt;br /&gt;Em meio ao caos vire exatamente do seu ponto de vista e Diga: - Como você é linda exatamente Agora!...Pode ir a vontade , quando vier venha pra ficar.&lt;br /&gt;- ‘  Não havia lágrimas nos nossos olhos quando o tempo Passava ‘ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos Gastar ao mar, mas me lembro que será ligado a mim, como de estar sempre só, e não ligamos para o que poderá  Acontecer!.&lt;br /&gt;Não Vamos ser egoísta como fomos, pra não pedir para nascer , o tempo está aí agindo , Acostumando  com agente e nós nem se Quer para o tempo.Vamos Dançar ao vento , lento e calmo, como nós sentimos, Tudo pode dar errado , mas o encontro de dois exatamente no lugar , as horas não pode faltar!.&lt;br /&gt;My Love is you, true Love is was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-6773128276472543083?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/6773128276472543083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/02/nao-havia-lagrimas-enquanto-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6773128276472543083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6773128276472543083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/02/nao-havia-lagrimas-enquanto-o-tempo.html' title='Não havia Lágrimas , Enquanto o Tempo Passava   ...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S3wn45BwX5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/QR4CZTE2gcM/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-3946346943994817713</id><published>2010-01-03T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:41:54.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje e Antes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S0FHS1feUDI/AAAAAAAAAgc/t-F64fJudsg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S0FHS1feUDI/AAAAAAAAAgc/t-F64fJudsg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422693815253094450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje nós vamos nos encontrar .&lt;br /&gt;Provocar aos campos de Batalha , o amor!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ainda, breve, leve e puro que a brisa que desperta seus e meus.&lt;br /&gt;Agora abre os olhos e vê muito além do que seus olhos não querem .O seu Pensamento provocou!buscou o que olhou .&lt;br /&gt; - Venda .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Espera , é a Esperança Disfarçada! "&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que lute , clame , esforce e Promova ...&lt;br /&gt;Os campos de batalha , minha alma essa que disfarça entre sorrisos e lutas , me ilude e exagera até a retina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sempre, sempre volto atrás . O Passado é doce .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quatro de janeiro de dois mil e sete  ( 3h pm )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense o que quiser , aproveite que o sabor é todo Seu.&lt;br /&gt; Diga a todos que Lama!&lt;br /&gt;nunca, nenhum ser..Ouviu?   NENHUM!&lt;br /&gt;o que ele ouviu, Quando você disse o que queria dizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sempre, sempre Volto atrá O Presente é meio ~ amargo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e esse excesso de Espera , Deprime!&lt;br /&gt;Essa Questão não resolvida ...&lt;br /&gt;Esse primeiro e ultimo não acabado, &lt;br /&gt;Esquece...&lt;br /&gt;Reclame...&lt;br /&gt;Vai se perder !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas,&lt;br /&gt;sempre, sempre Chame .&lt;br /&gt;Costuma-se Chamar demais, a toda hora!&lt;br /&gt;sete vezes&lt;br /&gt;seis&lt;br /&gt;cinco&lt;br /&gt;quatro ...  três ... dois e jamais impar ( um).&lt;br /&gt;Escrveo... ou não escrevo!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-3946346943994817713?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/3946346943994817713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-e-antes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3946346943994817713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3946346943994817713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-e-antes.html' title='Hoje e Antes!'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/S0FHS1feUDI/AAAAAAAAAgc/t-F64fJudsg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-8677810276001080057</id><published>2009-10-26T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:00:57.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Cultive "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SuXHqbiWCFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/QHwxdmNUvg0/s1600-h/espera-752420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SuXHqbiWCFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/QHwxdmNUvg0/s400/espera-752420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396939260233648210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  Mas tenho medo do que é novo e tenho medo de viver o que não entendo - quero sempre ter a garantia de pelo menos estar pensando que entendo, não sei me entregar à desorientação.&lt;br /&gt;(Clarice lispector)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Como você queria que estivesse?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria varias coisas, tenho medo do Mundo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...dos pensamentos que roubam subitamente, meu coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;das palavras que todos não tem medo de pronunciar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;só isso me basta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;só isso me ilude, os sonhos que quase todo as noites roubam meu sono.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Talvez se eles viessem de manhã teriam alguma reação .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre, sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora cultivo o que QUERO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-8677810276001080057?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/8677810276001080057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/10/cultive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/8677810276001080057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/8677810276001080057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/10/cultive.html' title='- Cultive &quot;'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SuXHqbiWCFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/QHwxdmNUvg0/s72-c/espera-752420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-3330944006046079810</id><published>2009-10-20T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:13:14.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mil rosas.</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há palavras o bastante.&lt;br /&gt;Me respondo a cada dia com a fortaleza chamado Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Realmente o teu amor por infinitamente caberia no meu peito aberto . Amor aquele , 120 dias o eterno , 2880hrs pensando como estar ao seu lado e pra te fazer feliz!, 172800 minutos imaginando como seria sua carinha ao me ver , resumindo 4 meses . eu senti realmente o teu amor e por isso subiria até o 16° andar para te amar, só para ouvir que era "razão da minha existencia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Talvez a fonte , não foi encontrada".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e Assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejaria toda noite , beijaria seus pés e por onde tenha passado , e por onde tenha passado, prometeria que qualquer que fosse , sempre ao teu lado!&lt;br /&gt;Esquerdo seria meu norte&lt;br /&gt;Esquerdo seria tua vida , contidas sempre seguindo suas batidas , batidas do seu coração!.&lt;br /&gt;- Sua pele cheiro de flor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Gritaria bem alto antes de dormir , para que a distancia se tornasse uma esquina e o grito meu amor, que ressoaria alto demais para seus pequenos ouvidos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É Aqui onde chegamos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu Amor grande demais para seus pequenos ouvidos " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se preciso fosse dormiria a curto prazo só para ter Bons sonhos!&lt;br /&gt;- Conquistaria o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;- Porque não o mundo?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Flor , a terra , meu bem , meu mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seria dita toda vez mil rosas , mil palavras ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se todas as coisas tivesse passado lentamente , louca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTARIA AQUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tenha bons sonhos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-3330944006046079810?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/3330944006046079810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/10/mil-rosas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3330944006046079810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3330944006046079810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/10/mil-rosas.html' title='Mil rosas.'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-6592423915907655064</id><published>2009-09-13T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:39:40.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/Sq1KW4z-tdI/AAAAAAAAAak/_Jy16GLsOHg/s1600-h/Perdida+no+meio+de+nada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381038886845593042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/Sq1KW4z-tdI/AAAAAAAAAak/_Jy16GLsOHg/s400/Perdida+no+meio+de+nada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como seria ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perdida nesse todo espaço de idéias malucas, confusas e necessárias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perdida nesse tempo que faz e desfaz por sí mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como seria a tua mente por dentro? ...se por fora , apenas pessoas comuns á ver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Sua vida passa , e esse Tempo todo que me espera , não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- ainda não me Faaz falta! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Eu preciso de segurança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- eí, ela precisa drntir-se segura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por segundos ela conhece outro mundo, onde ninguem espera ir . ela foi convidada , e por isso se vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dentro de 7 vozes sussurrando no seu ouvido, ela em meio ao escuro ea inteligência da sua mente , tem alguém que Diz o que realmente precisa OUVIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Durante segundos, minutos perdeu- se a imaginação, delicadeza, inteligência e esperança ficou apenas com seus Medos e obviamente Vazia, vazia, Vaziaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Anjo vinheram saudá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Derrepente havia lembrado que esqueceu qem ERA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...e somente o Medo restava no seu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Medo, Medo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As coisas ao seu redor moviam lentamente , pessoas aflitam Gritavam lentamente para que voltassem!, e apenas um sorriso. Realmente não sabia o que se passava, além do nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;foi chegando sem ao menos deixar pistas do que estava acontecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o Que acontece , é soma de Tudo que pensamos e queremos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eoa mesmo tempo não paramos e refletimos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-6592423915907655064?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/6592423915907655064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/09/vazia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6592423915907655064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6592423915907655064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/09/vazia.html' title='Vazia'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/Sq1KW4z-tdI/AAAAAAAAAak/_Jy16GLsOHg/s72-c/Perdida+no+meio+de+nada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-2359821745220133721</id><published>2009-07-23T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:26:56.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ata-me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SmjVhMVj2cI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cNprxX9gIWU/s1600-h/paix%C3%A3o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361770122608630210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SmjVhMVj2cI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cNprxX9gIWU/s400/paix%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não precisa de nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precisa de mim , além de minha mão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso me perder , perto longe ao seu lado , posso olhar você dormir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra garantir que não vai fugir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que não vá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foges e leva meu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;leva-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ata-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde dois é um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;decifra-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escuto suspiros, gemidos... vêeem de você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os mais belos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de todo nosso Amor, nunca sentido , nunca esperado!.. vivido "planejado".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;siga-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não deixes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedaços do céu , agente possa parar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não pare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Costumo dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mão , nuca , pele , cheiro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e vocÊ neem sabia que o mundo tinha o Fiim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poderia apenas passar, apenas exitar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não. nunca passe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em nome de Tudo aquilo que já ví através de você, de tudo aquilo que ainda não ví...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja minha pessoa!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-2359821745220133721?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/2359821745220133721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/ata-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2359821745220133721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2359821745220133721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/ata-me.html' title='Ata-me.'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SmjVhMVj2cI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cNprxX9gIWU/s72-c/paix%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-3078071679578466847</id><published>2009-07-20T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:47:40.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SmTXu6P-cpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iGzFpGqv3lI/s1600-h/verdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360646657387950738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SmTXu6P-cpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iGzFpGqv3lI/s400/verdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Em meio a esses Dias &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela tenta caminhar, mil e um motivos pra "DEIXAR"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ela pisa em flores , Tonta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disturbios, disturbios, faz barulho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barulho, barulho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;só pra se desfazer como pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paira sobre o ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...livre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Murmura aos quatros ventos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Não me deixe só &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ela sempre deixa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vazio que há em nela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;coisas bonitas , quase nunca deixa de mostrar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feias são coias que nuncam são mostradas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Estou realmete quem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;precisa de Mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-3078071679578466847?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/3078071679578466847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/verdade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3078071679578466847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3078071679578466847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/verdade.html' title='Verdade.'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SmTXu6P-cpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iGzFpGqv3lI/s72-c/verdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-2486872807105592872</id><published>2009-07-20T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:40:27.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-2486872807105592872?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/2486872807105592872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/ensaio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2486872807105592872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2486872807105592872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/ensaio.html' title='Ensaio'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-9166132120927705168</id><published>2009-07-20T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:20:09.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[...]Vago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;[...] Me dê a sua mão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se achegue junto a mim , mas não olhe nos meus olhos !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eles são diferentes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- porquê não?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Eles falam por si só...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Mundo realmente não é um bom lugar pra se morar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pensamento não é um Bom amigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você mais pensa em Algo mais  o têm!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sabe de alguma coisa que não sei?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-tem certeza?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- quantos segredos fazer uma pessoa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pode ser tambem mentiras!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- estão em jogo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...] Você ainda quer ficar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GUARDE TUDO QUE É BOM, DE QUEM TE AMA .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-9166132120927705168?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/9166132120927705168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/vago_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/9166132120927705168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/9166132120927705168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/vago_20.html' title='[...]Vago.'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-1268462444691332454</id><published>2009-07-20T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:11:03.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[...]Vago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-1268462444691332454?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/1268462444691332454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/vago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1268462444691332454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1268462444691332454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/vago.html' title='[...]Vago.'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-8356960955254201880</id><published>2009-07-11T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:09:46.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SlkbMBqcjMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QNy6w6pWNWw/s1600-h/Palavras_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357343125152763074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SlkbMBqcjMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QNy6w6pWNWw/s400/Palavras_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A MINHA PESSOA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[...] Somos criança!&lt;br /&gt;Fomos criança&lt;br /&gt;Mediadas pelo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pensamos que controlamos a mente . ERRADO&lt;br /&gt;Eu naõ premeti a você que deixaria de pensar na imagem capttada no segundo em que você olhou pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Telvez nem desse conta que ali estaria nascendo uma motivação!&lt;br /&gt;Ao Querer sempre mais ,&lt;br /&gt;sempre te encontrar ali&lt;br /&gt;Calcular as horas só pra serem de propósito&lt;br /&gt;só pra sentir todos os meus sentindos! aumentarem.&lt;br /&gt;....Mas se não estivesse,&lt;br /&gt;Ali teria sempre em mente&lt;br /&gt;- Ainda tem um cigarro aqui .&lt;br /&gt;Corre ,corre e se ela não me ver!&lt;br /&gt;você me ver?&lt;br /&gt;- porque eu te vejo com os meus bons olhos!&lt;br /&gt;Acredito nos meus ideais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;p.s Seja a minha pessoa!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Por Paola Gommes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-8356960955254201880?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/8356960955254201880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/minha-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/8356960955254201880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/8356960955254201880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/minha-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SlkbMBqcjMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QNy6w6pWNWw/s72-c/Palavras_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-8286071631313859044</id><published>2009-07-11T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:06:04.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passo a Passo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SlkaocY1ADI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Nwr3UuhCpdU/s1600-h/palavras14%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357342513851334706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SlkaocY1ADI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Nwr3UuhCpdU/s400/palavras14%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passo a passo [...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os pensamentos que caminhem por si só sem nenhuma intervenção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;quase movidos por olhares.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gestos sempre valem mais do que palavras !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...mãos, olhares, bocas ô bocas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quase não acreditei que os eram pra mim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quase não acreditei que em comunhão dos olhares , Traria aquela paz . Talvez a paz que buscavamos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...]Ainda mais a calma que só com ela . Eu Digo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- saiamos da escada?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Por mais que as circunstâncias te levam a pensar, seria inacreditável pensar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Por mais que fosse a propósito , de propósito com algum propósito! esbarrar com ela no corredor.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"poderia achar muito menos, bem menos , Muito era oque viria de você".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;por        Paola Gommes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-8286071631313859044?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/8286071631313859044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/passo-passo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/8286071631313859044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/8286071631313859044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/07/passo-passo.html' title='Passo a Passo'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SlkaocY1ADI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Nwr3UuhCpdU/s72-c/palavras14%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-1249918360967181261</id><published>2009-01-24T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:03:52.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me dê a mão?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXs6Ks-stZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lfE_6m-x_A4/s1600-h/26051_33_1167781839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294889742451389842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXs6Ks-stZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lfE_6m-x_A4/s400/26051_33_1167781839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me dê a mãoantes que o sol nasce;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;antes que todo o vê&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fala pra mim se é bom?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que as nuvens traga o céu mais perto de nós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;andando...andando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;até parecia que havia partido dali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então me tenha! antes que as nuvens traga o céu p baixo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quer dar um trago? no meu cigarro?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinta-se Bem, sente meu bem? sinta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre, sinta!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-1249918360967181261?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/1249918360967181261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-d-mo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1249918360967181261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1249918360967181261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-d-mo.html' title='Me dê a mão?...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXs6Ks-stZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lfE_6m-x_A4/s72-c/26051_33_1167781839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-6925741739583590274</id><published>2009-01-24T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:41:13.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tão longe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXs2bSrZXqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uEysL8TkPLM/s1600-h/9a77_sebastiaoSalgado.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294885629402373794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXs2bSrZXqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uEysL8TkPLM/s400/9a77_sebastiaoSalgado.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Amor platônico,Amor idealizado apenas, inconsiderável, almejado por fracos incapázes , inseguros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão seguro quanto o ponto do meu dread,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;confuso, cheio!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que são palvras soltas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quais são os valores de tais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me bem longe de tudo, e fica até mais fácil de compreender o porque que eles fazem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda sinto um resto de mim, mas com o tempo se esgota!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-6925741739583590274?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/6925741739583590274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-longe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6925741739583590274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6925741739583590274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-longe.html' title='Tão longe...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXs2bSrZXqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uEysL8TkPLM/s72-c/9a77_sebastiaoSalgado.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-4852496077622576539</id><published>2009-01-23T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:35:10.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXnHfv5nPzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ab1i8qE22GQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294482185198714674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXnHfv5nPzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ab1i8qE22GQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-4852496077622576539?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/4852496077622576539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/sentia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4852496077622576539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4852496077622576539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/sentia.html' title='sentia?'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXnHfv5nPzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ab1i8qE22GQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-5899646655492920796</id><published>2009-01-21T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:33:32.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leve desespero"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;leve desespero de começar , de ter que infrentar, de gostar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma leve confiança em mim mesma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma breve chance, uma brisa fria* que corta meus cabelos, meu dreads, minha reizes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma coincidencia de que já estive aqui antes, uma vazia esperança de amanhã .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma musica forte em meus ouvidos , um batom marcante!... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;os pés já estarão iguais aqueles que ví antes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas de que que forma?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;das mesmas... tão fraco, simples..e cheios de lembranças de todas os solos que haveria de pisar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de terra molhada!. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre tem Que ser sempre?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;poderia ser até logo!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o Que acostumamos a dizer sempre , nem sempre se dá o sempre"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...CORRE, corre não tropesse...não engole!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beba...sempre , beba!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size="1"&gt;paolla, sempre sempre&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-5899646655492920796?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/5899646655492920796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/leve-desespero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/5899646655492920796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/5899646655492920796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/leve-desespero.html' title='Leve desespero&quot;...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-832152438394547238</id><published>2009-01-18T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:25:25.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clausura ²</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXOsG5rQMSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/b1ExzyMiL88/s1600-h/486px-Hans-Memling-allegory-chastity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292763221651894562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXOsG5rQMSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/b1ExzyMiL88/s400/486px-Hans-Memling-allegory-chastity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com tudo que dormiu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acordei sem saber onde estava , ao menos um olhar pela janela , pra saber onde estaria .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;clausura extrema, paz interior. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O senhor não se exaltou!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...]"No purgatório* as almas não pecam mais amam a DEus , do que a si proprio com amor simples , puro e desinteressado, quando somente a vontade divina*. são consoladas por anjos e vivem na paz profunda de DEUS. tem uma esperança inigualável que temido. são chamados de amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;viagem feita ao rio de janeiro , 16 de janeiro 2009. fiquei por horas dentro de uma sala com móveis antigos cheiro de polidor de madeira , por varias vezes passei ao lado daquele quadro, então decidi coloca-lo não só na minha mente mas tambem aqui....(paola)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-832152438394547238?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/832152438394547238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/clausura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/832152438394547238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/832152438394547238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/clausura.html' title='Clausura ²'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXOsG5rQMSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/b1ExzyMiL88/s72-c/486px-Hans-Memling-allegory-chastity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-3359236581840707396</id><published>2009-01-18T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:07:31.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezessete de jan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXOnywwPLiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9ptlWA2o2I4/s1600-h/semente.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292758477612985890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXOnywwPLiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9ptlWA2o2I4/s400/semente.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[...] "Se não houver frutos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;valeu a beleza das flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se não houver flores &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;valeu as sombras das folhas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se não houver folhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;valeu a intenção das "sementes" [...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-3359236581840707396?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/3359236581840707396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/dezessete-de-jan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3359236581840707396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3359236581840707396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/dezessete-de-jan.html' title='Dezessete de jan...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SXOnywwPLiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9ptlWA2o2I4/s72-c/semente.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-7648136518493520159</id><published>2009-01-15T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:04:55.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso de ChumBo*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SW_ApLrvlGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1QgOwq3Xokc/s1600-h/untitl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291659900927054946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SW_ApLrvlGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1QgOwq3Xokc/s400/untitl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;em&gt;Eu Deveria rir de todas as suas piadas sem sentido que você vive dizendo. Não Cansas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu ainda vou rir ... sem sentido!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você sorrir , seu sorriso de chumbo, tão acinzentado! me faz lembrar das trilhos, das curvas tão retas e sem rumo, do vaso sem flor, o chão de ferro, completa sanidade oculta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudades de tudo que eu ainda não senti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUERO VOLTAR!.....como que faço?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-7648136518493520159?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/7648136518493520159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorriso-de-chumbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7648136518493520159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7648136518493520159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorriso-de-chumbo.html' title='Sorriso de ChumBo*'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SW_ApLrvlGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1QgOwq3Xokc/s72-c/untitl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-7204338486833959008</id><published>2009-01-14T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:20:44.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>040107...NÚmeros?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SW4Qqa29apI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TYitZYT0XrI/s1600-h/IMG_0126_RS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291184933157300882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SW4Qqa29apI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TYitZYT0XrI/s400/IMG_0126_RS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredito que o bem possa se propagar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;acredito ainda sei sonhar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busco a cada dia encontrar algo que me faça aprender e preecher o vazio que mora dentro de mim , amigos são poucos, estou deixando de lado aqueles que querem minha presença nas horas de alegrias. Estou me deixando, estou consciente, não faço nada que possa melhorar minhas expectativas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ser aquele, Queria ser!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não teria personalidade, para que não me tornasse uma pessoa com caracteristicas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ter alguem com quem pudesse confiar, Amizade , paz , que prometesse pra mim , nunca me deixar. não Quero!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se pudesse voltar atras não marcaria dias, meses, viveria sem números, sem rótulos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afinal de contas, pra que servem os numeros?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...pra vc contar, e perceber que quem se importava com vc não está mais perto de ti?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...pra multiplicar sua dor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...pra dividir seus momentos de alegrias e SOMAR OS MOMENTOS DE TRISTEZAS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;...estou com uma musica na cabeça ..." problema foi te encontrar!, na minha frente . bem na frente! (&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2ois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-7204338486833959008?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/7204338486833959008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/040107nmeros.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7204338486833959008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7204338486833959008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/040107nmeros.html' title='040107...NÚmeros?'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SW4Qqa29apI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TYitZYT0XrI/s72-c/IMG_0126_RS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-3396173644386410038</id><published>2009-01-14T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:54:40.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorriso Amarelo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SW4Kn_z2PeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6WVBU9M2-f8/s1600-h/sorriso.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291178294466985442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SW4Kn_z2PeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6WVBU9M2-f8/s400/sorriso.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poderia ter, pensar, que um dia as coisas irão se resumir numa simples chegada exatamente como agente sonhava, com podio, trofeus , com abraços.Uma chegada , que seje ela na porta , à janela , à escada .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria muito um abraço seu, com forte tom de delicadeza , um cheiro de maracujá que sempre viria em direção do seu pescoço, um sorriso amarelo que só você caberia de dar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria apenas um abraço forte e logo seguido de um beijo, com uma voz fina ao ponto de sussurro:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Tudo vai ficar bem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Eu estou aqui!.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria te levar pra ver omar, mas não o que vc está acostumada a ver!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas sim , o "meu mar"....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre esqueço teu rosto ...Quando for pra lembrar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;...Adoro coisas simples, Amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-3396173644386410038?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/3396173644386410038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorriso-amarelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3396173644386410038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/3396173644386410038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorriso-amarelo.html' title='sorriso Amarelo...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SW4Kn_z2PeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6WVBU9M2-f8/s72-c/sorriso.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-8183156370360255758</id><published>2009-01-01T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:41:48.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anéis de SatuRno....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVzUX-9NNrI/AAAAAAAAACo/e8e8LOchbjg/s1600-h/ss_saturno_001_00%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286333571127916210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVzUX-9NNrI/AAAAAAAAACo/e8e8LOchbjg/s400/ss_saturno_001_00%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..Anéis de saturno ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me envolva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anéis de saturno, seja sincero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prenda todos os males que existe contra a vida !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anéis, alianças, castigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firma os valores mais puros do meu universo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a perdoar quando aquele me deixou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ôh ,que idéia de me dexar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não irei saber do fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuando o diálogo :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- somos planos de Quem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-saturno: somos felizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- vc se acha feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Então diga-me, o Que  Vê te agrada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satruno: Cadê a cor do seu sorriso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a cor do meu sorriso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Se perdeu em todas as minhas tentaivas de ser feliz , enganando a mim mesma "&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se apagou"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;paolla, saturno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-8183156370360255758?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/8183156370360255758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/anis-de-saturno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/8183156370360255758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/8183156370360255758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/anis-de-saturno.html' title='Anéis de SatuRno....'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVzUX-9NNrI/AAAAAAAAACo/e8e8LOchbjg/s72-c/ss_saturno_001_00%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-5733880189272149486</id><published>2009-01-01T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:47:28.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 /12/ 2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVzJXViAQ8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NN7vuT8A1ME/s1600-h/VelhoLisboa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286321465380062146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVzJXViAQ8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NN7vuT8A1ME/s400/VelhoLisboa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então o ano mais uma vez se despede de mim, na verdade não estou muito afim de escrever essa semana . Mas primeiramente teria que deixar algo guardado que despeddise de 2008. Particularmente não foii um ano agradável pra mim!.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas coisas aconteceram em "2008"; mas prefiro não "exaltá-locomo o ano".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim Que todos tenham um 2009 legal! cheio de Paz..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Se não gostar do ano de 2009 ...Espero o final chegar o fim dele e escrevo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adeus 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[...] A magia do tempo são como ventos levando as FLores para lugares distantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;( charlie Brown Jr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-5733880189272149486?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/5733880189272149486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/27-12-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/5733880189272149486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/5733880189272149486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2009/01/27-12-2008.html' title='27 /12/ 2008...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVzJXViAQ8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NN7vuT8A1ME/s72-c/VelhoLisboa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-6335266343229912116</id><published>2008-12-31T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:55:12.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinta e HUns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVuVUr4u9NI/AAAAAAAAACI/_0XCtFTn4WY/s1600-h/ATYAAADyO_mZx089y9iqcfg74JvSbjuUVvQrtPa6sxuG5YEQNuXivRRmHeKWg1Rpna6q2rWJNll2kMzJtsPJ121POjgOAJtU9VCyS2gHZ0a5GrLrAJXgF57-oeQ-Ww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285982770260014290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVuVUr4u9NI/AAAAAAAAACI/_0XCtFTn4WY/s400/ATYAAADyO_mZx089y9iqcfg74JvSbjuUVvQrtPa6sxuG5YEQNuXivRRmHeKWg1Rpna6q2rWJNll2kMzJtsPJ121POjgOAJtU9VCyS2gHZ0a5GrLrAJXgF57-oeQ-Ww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;não, não Querendo lembrar de todos os dias que tive a oportunidade de ensaiar nessa peça onde todos nós cahamamos de vida!...( simples)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estava acostumada a viver sem razão!, agora percebo a falta que meus sonhos me fazem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz um proposito de não Querer o mal a ninguem mesmo que com toda a raiva que sai do meu coração , fazer o bem , para que os osutros te deseje o bem!...esses discursos nunca me comoveram de "plantar pra colher"...Então o que está havendo comigo? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-6335266343229912116?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/6335266343229912116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/trinta-e-huns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6335266343229912116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6335266343229912116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/trinta-e-huns.html' title='Trinta e HUns...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVuVUr4u9NI/AAAAAAAAACI/_0XCtFTn4WY/s72-c/ATYAAADyO_mZx089y9iqcfg74JvSbjuUVvQrtPa6sxuG5YEQNuXivRRmHeKWg1Rpna6q2rWJNll2kMzJtsPJ121POjgOAJtU9VCyS2gHZ0a5GrLrAJXgF57-oeQ-Ww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-9125663876429100709</id><published>2008-12-23T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:42:44.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lábios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVF3U7jNEDI/AAAAAAAAACA/mCqomH0HDiY/s1600-h/2284379834_4733923b18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283135039348740146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVF3U7jNEDI/AAAAAAAAACA/mCqomH0HDiY/s400/2284379834_4733923b18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pinta os lábios só pra mim escrever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...eu sempre vô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guiando, querendo,é mesmo assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vem...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hj amanhacei com cartazes te procurando, dizendo como slogans de carros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;..tudo parece ir embora...seja eterno!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-9125663876429100709?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/9125663876429100709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/lbios.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/9125663876429100709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/9125663876429100709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/lbios.html' title='Lábios...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVF3U7jNEDI/AAAAAAAAACA/mCqomH0HDiY/s72-c/2284379834_4733923b18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-7108227037848252046</id><published>2008-12-23T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:38:16.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...É só se afastar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-7108227037848252046?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/7108227037848252046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-se-afastar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7108227037848252046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/7108227037848252046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-se-afastar.html' title='...É só se afastar!'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-1052642648481861316</id><published>2008-12-23T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:10:38.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..."Cinza"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVFvkcCQQxI/AAAAAAAAABw/UnxvMY-K9p0/s1600-h/tarde.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283126509673923346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVFvkcCQQxI/AAAAAAAAABw/UnxvMY-K9p0/s400/tarde.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A manhã tão cinza de Dezembro, e eu vô guiando, antes se passava manhãs alegres , tardes chuvosas.É a chegada do verão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje o sol escondeu teu rosto mais uma vez, queria saber por trás do tom cinza qual seria a cor do seu sorriso !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falta coragem pra dizer o q que sou! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."me diz porque o céu é azul?"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tente ver por trás das coisas simples , o que dá significado a elas, será que é a simplicidade dos fatores que acarretam?,ou a maneira que elas conduzem a mensagem até vc?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vc não possa imaginar como teu sorriso nos lábios é real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como mensagem postada , quem o recebe sente - se feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"sinceridade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...então feche os olhos e sinta meu perfume; farei viajar. A sintonia é embalada com um tom de voz que sintoniza os movimentos do nosso corpo, procurandonos completar,sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as coisas muda sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"predi minha Alma"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje estou a procura de Paz...por mais que eu tente escrever as coisas Felizes. O sorriso não se encontra no meu rosto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nada me faz "Feliz"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sinceridade, 23 de dezembro... 21:00h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-1052642648481861316?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/1052642648481861316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/cinza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1052642648481861316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1052642648481861316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/cinza.html' title='...&quot;Cinza&quot;'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SVFvkcCQQxI/AAAAAAAAABw/UnxvMY-K9p0/s72-c/tarde.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-4107410672613239554</id><published>2008-12-22T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:15:31.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PaZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SU_nNCXlOAI/AAAAAAAAABo/1fmwPKC_6oA/s1600-h/hippi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282695099088975874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SU_nNCXlOAI/AAAAAAAAABo/1fmwPKC_6oA/s400/hippi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu quero sempre estar perto de vc ...me traz Paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu quero estar amanha sussegado e continuar a sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;de levar uma mensagem como uma luz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Não somos mais crianças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;vc me traz paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-4107410672613239554?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/4107410672613239554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4107410672613239554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/4107410672613239554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/paz.html' title='PaZ'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SU_nNCXlOAI/AAAAAAAAABo/1fmwPKC_6oA/s72-c/hippi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-2913047442470257663</id><published>2008-12-22T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:03:25.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Pôr-do-sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SU_kJixYB5I/AAAAAAAAABg/X-obLlK-9RI/s1600-h/sun5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282691740532737938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SU_kJixYB5I/AAAAAAAAABg/X-obLlK-9RI/s400/sun5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Ela queria ver o mar, e todas as coisas mais belas, sinceras e puras que um dia junto ali poderia trazer!.Criando expectativas dentro do seu personagem preferido, na verdade queria saber qual era o tamanho do seu coração?!. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem cedo antes que todos os personagens da rua acordasse e a visse...lá estava ela, ganhava as ruas , porque sabia o caminho de volta p a casa ...havia decorado! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;arriscava segundos inseguros pra ter algumas horas de liberdade,com a mochila favorita ás costas daria pra dar a volta ao seu redor bastava querer...cartazes te procurando!, um olhar como nunca se olhava com os mesmo para alguem!...brilhavam a distancia "olhos de mar".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ELA QUERIA SE ENCONTRAR!.....perto, perto D+.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;sua presença era inevitável, com uma voz de mulher quase se ganhava alguns acordes,sem geito sentia-se paz, com raiva desafiava o mundo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que mais queria?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...queria ver o mar, queria se encontrar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfeitava a janela da sua almatodas as tardes com flores esperando se encontrar....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noite se intoxicava com os efeitos que elas trazia após o sol se pôr...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com alguem igual a vc... só para as unhas pintar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escadas viravam rampas;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;o mar viraria chão de mar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escoria aos litros suas lágrimas, e ninguem a via &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era tudo planejadO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resolveu desistir, desistiu de ver o mar, não queria mais se encontrar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;logo aquela menina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...que tinha a voz de mulher, sorriso igual ao pô-do-sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garotos e garotas, extendiam o tapete sobre o mar se fosse preciso para tê-la ao lado, sussurrando ao pé do ouvido, onde sorria e fazia de conta que a porta estava se abrindo ...e lá alguem á esperar..ensina-la a ter ela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A corda se partiu quando se ouviu um grito DESISTO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;havia desistido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganhou o mundo em uma semana desperdiça-ra em 7 segundos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No teu coração tinha um "a"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabia realmente o tanho do seu coração , mas não queria se arriscar nem adivinhar a cor do esmalte que iria usar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo, não sabemos certo o que é o tudo tão pouco oque é certo! na verdade não sabemos nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acostumados a serem regrados, industrializados aos poucos .nunca pensar em dia de Gloria, Penha, Maria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas seu dia irá chegar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero estar muito , muito distante de ti, quando isso realmente for acontecer. Agora nada mais que a rua chora , e enfeito as noites mais tristes com minha melodias nada legais³&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Estar na sala pra te receber!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PÔR-DO -SOL é seu sOrriso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;by Paolla¹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-2913047442470257663?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/2913047442470257663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/pr-do-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2913047442470257663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2913047442470257663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/pr-do-sol.html' title='...Pôr-do-sol'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SU_kJixYB5I/AAAAAAAAABg/X-obLlK-9RI/s72-c/sun5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-6106210388979262326</id><published>2008-12-20T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:33:59.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"FlOrentina"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SU0QHXcDNDI/AAAAAAAAABY/AAweFsBTeyU/s1600-h/emo048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281895656712254514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SU0QHXcDNDI/AAAAAAAAABY/AAweFsBTeyU/s400/emo048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aprendi a convencer!. acordei me achando a melhor das pessoas desse lugar, escutando diante um carro parado na rua uma musica que até hoje não sei o nome , estou achando que quem canta é bryan Adms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lus dos olhos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reparo os olhos , é, costuma ser a janela da alma.Eu te chamo mais sem saber pra qual canto dirigir minha voz...pra quem realmente que devo gritar, pra chamar! . como é ineressante,saber quem modelou teu rosto?, quem viu sua alma entrar!. O sábado vai terminar no altar das decisões. a cada dia ela tem amor diferente . mas seu amor dura poucos segundo, minutos , jamais irá chegar a horas! seu enacanto se acaba .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qual é o teu nome?...ouvi os sinos tocarem quando subo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"...haverá uma canção em cada gesto em cada olhar"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pense que é sempre importante perceber algo que ninguem percebe quando olha nos olhos da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mesmo que seus olhos mude, que olhos não sarem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a música que fiz agora a rua chora!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se pudesse escrever no ar? o que escreveria?...os seus olhos estão cansados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que nunca me entendeu?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tá então eu te dou a mão pra te guiar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mesmo que vc não me espere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e não falamos mais nisso! siga meus pés .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quero te ver!, quero ouvir sua voz no chuveiro cantando musicas daquelas que só sabem o refrão!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ENTÃO NÃO FALAMOS MAIS DISSO!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NÃO NÃO PENSAMOS MAIS NISSO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-6106210388979262326?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/6106210388979262326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/florentina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6106210388979262326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/6106210388979262326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/florentina.html' title='&quot;FlOrentina&quot;'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SU0QHXcDNDI/AAAAAAAAABY/AAweFsBTeyU/s72-c/emo048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-1751632579909809704</id><published>2008-12-19T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:43:25.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sete cidades"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SUxNjVm5t7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/P1qplAZZFpA/s1600-h/7138426_a6ecbb225d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281681732489820082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SUxNjVm5t7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/P1qplAZZFpA/s400/7138426_a6ecbb225d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Que sente?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando te ver!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sente algo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;poderia me explicar?! , pois já não sinto nada, Alem do meu leve desespero !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dispara em instantes de segundos , horas e minutos. O Que realmente ver quando olha para mim?.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;será que ver o que realmente sou?.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apesar de saber como que as coisas funcionam não sei certo o fim delas!.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinto muitas vezes faz sentido outras vezes não discuto o motivo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;parei de questionar as coisas .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aprendi como devo lidar com as coisas do meu "mundo".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tô tentando me encontrar dentro do meu proprio filme onde ñ sei onde parou a cena, meio que as cenas foram correndo e eu não me dei conta de que não bastava sonhar apenas fazer acontecer! tudo isso dentro do meu mundo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;parece que desde um surto que tive, resolvi mudar,nesse meio de angustia e preconceitos perdi o que realmente me dara transtorno.perdi o que mais tinha de valor que era o meu "Eu" tivera uma paz nunca almejada por ninguem .Tô em busca de reencontra-la denovo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"PREFIRO FICAR SOZINHA HÁ VARIAS PESSOAS...JAMAIS FICAREI SOZINHA Á DOIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;..Estou aprendendo o caminho de volta para casa , para meu mundo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Faço varias perguntas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como os dias são longos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as horas não passam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Enfim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;escutando legião urbana ....sete cidades*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;comendo bis , como fonte energetica para mais uma sexta feira&lt;/span&gt;&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/3015985027179541702-1751632579909809704?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/1751632579909809704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/sete-cidades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1751632579909809704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/1751632579909809704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/sete-cidades.html' title='&quot;Sete cidades&quot;...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SUxNjVm5t7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/P1qplAZZFpA/s72-c/7138426_a6ecbb225d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-2192723164209663606</id><published>2008-12-18T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:36:50.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SUpfvPwoiPI/AAAAAAAAABI/gPDhWSUgVjA/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281138778334333170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SUpfvPwoiPI/AAAAAAAAABI/gPDhWSUgVjA/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...E disse: "já é quase noite por toda a cidade e tudo é tão lindo no céu prateado de neon"...me senti em outro lugar!&lt;br /&gt;por segundos vc olhou p mim e sorriu, ví nos teus olhos uma paz, é o que eu procuro...amor já tenho de sobra!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;batom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vai para sua casa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e comece a recordar de todas as palavras que vc me disse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;antes de sair daqui &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;passe um batom vermelho nesse rosto pálido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...não pare de pensar em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ficarei bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ficarei sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;simplesmente só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;enrole o cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;vai de vestido preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;all star pra combinar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;saia na noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;não fique ai só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;solidão é o resultado de uma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;vida sem querer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;olha eu queria, vc ñ me disse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;o nosso tema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;menina não complique pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-2192723164209663606?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/2192723164209663606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2192723164209663606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/2192723164209663606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SUpfvPwoiPI/AAAAAAAAABI/gPDhWSUgVjA/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015985027179541702.post-5729559279175870148</id><published>2008-12-18T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:04:34.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Força é intensidade prazer intelectual , mental que dá euforia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SUpYUZt2JKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fEk172Og_yw/s1600-h/emo015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281130620569134242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SUpYUZt2JKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fEk172Og_yw/s400/emo015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14/12/2008....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje tudo começou com um simples chamdo á janela , foi quando abri meus olhos , despertando de um sonho , talvez. não lembro exatamente o que sonhava , mas ainda bem que ninguem vai me tirar a oportunidade de todos os dias sonhar , sonhar talvez em dias "melhores" , dias de Paz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazia meses que não escrevia , resolvi não torturar minha mente , pois minha consciencia é triste e rapida d+ para que os outros cheguem e vê. ontem resolvi sair um pouco esclarecer algumas coisas, parar de pensar em vc.meu mal é querer vc a todo tempo.Caralho! jurei pra mim mesma que ñ ia sentir-me sozinha quando vc fosse embora mais...Quero ser feliz tambem igual a vc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015985027179541702-5729559279175870148?l=umapaolla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/feeds/5729559279175870148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/fora-intensidade-prazer-intelectual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/5729559279175870148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015985027179541702/posts/default/5729559279175870148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umapaolla.blogspot.com/2008/12/fora-intensidade-prazer-intelectual.html' title='Força é intensidade prazer intelectual , mental que dá euforia...'/><author><name>Paola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02173605389525413127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/TDI2Y4aB2-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/V3KklKwp5ZE/S220/eu.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR_wU6ljc/SUpYUZt2JKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fEk172Og_yw/s72-c/emo015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
