<?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-3881116688094644116</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:13:57.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crys Lira - escrevendo os meus sentimentos...</title><subtitle type='html'>No meu blog tento passar através de poemas, poesias e músicas o que sinto!É o que sente realmente minh'alma. Tento me entender, me descobrir melhor aqui, escrevendo um pouco sobre mim, o ser humano precisa se encontrar e esse é um caminho que estou criando para meu auto-conhecimento!!
O POETA NÃO É SÓ AQUELE CAPAZ DE ESCREVER O QUE SENTE. MAS TAMBÉM AQUELE CAPAZ DE SENTIR O QUE ESCREVE.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-8940338309859590601</id><published>2009-11-01T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:36:16.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONTANHA DE PALAVRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras, palavras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cansei de palavras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero gestos concretos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero realidade e verdade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se possível quero tocá-los.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promessas não constroem um amor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ações sim! Você me quer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então lute por mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostre-me, quero ver! Cadê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aonde foi parar aquela montanha tão forte?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Montanha de palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Já sei simplesmente o vento levou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Estou cansada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Estou aqui esperando sentada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;E você vira aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dizer-me quero-te, desejo-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Para depois fazer tudo errado novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Posso dar meu passo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mas não pode ser em sua direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ainda estou aqui e você, cadê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Publicada tbm no recanto das letras!&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/3881116688094644116-8940338309859590601?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/8940338309859590601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/8940338309859590601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2009/11/montanha-de-palavras.html' title='MONTANHA DE PALAVRAS'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-5427594652680955432</id><published>2009-10-30T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:55:03.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VivA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;O bom de tudo é viver, este é o simples remédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Viver é a sensação mais maravilhosa que existe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Simplesmente viver, intensamente viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Esse é o sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Sentir o que diz o coração, simplesmente ser você.&lt;br /&gt;Sem preconceitos ou porquês?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Ah! Viver, seguir por um caminho não trilhado, e encontrar multicores, sentir a fresca do ar, e se extasiar com mil sabores. Apenas olhar mais, dentro de cada alma, o detalhe deixado passar, por nós aceito atroz. E cada detalhe, sim! É precioso. Nesse mundo vivo de/para viver, cada detalhe conta em grande escala, para ser um grande efeito deixado passar ou feito valer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Não deixe passar o detalhe, não deixe passar a vida, a vida que está dentro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Ela merece grandes bons tratos e um respeito mor, cada respirar é contado, por segundos perdidos, se não for aproveitado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Ah! Como a vida pode ser bela olhada pela janela da alma! Deixar a janela da alegria e do amor saltar a abrir resplandecente, e prestar uma leve, absorta atenção ao poente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Ele está em sua janela procure o poente, e o que verdadeiramente sente. Em sensação de êxtase ficará sua alma, perdida resplandecente calma, e sentida a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Pode até pesar, mas ao passar da vida bem vivida há de aliviar-se, e enfim em gozo de esperança entrega-se a envolver-te, como o respirar, sensação absoluta de grande alívio e contentamento! Apenas existir. Exista. Sem nenhum á mais e complexo entendimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-5427594652680955432?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5427594652680955432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5427594652680955432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2009/10/viva.html' title='VivA'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-6616900355523080784</id><published>2009-10-30T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:50:55.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossas Músicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando o dia vem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Que não tenho sua presença ouço nossas músicas pra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sentir-te aqui presente meu bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Tantas vezes te falei que nosso amor era um musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Que a arte nos movia em toda sua totalidade real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Para que esse sentimento sobreviva e nossa trilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sonora não tenha fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Preciso de você amor, de você aqui bem pertinho de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Nossas músicas nossas lembranças ajudar-nos-á,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Com elas viveremos e nos alimentaremos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Façamos nos sentir bem mais presentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E nos amemos loucamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Para que elas sejem apenas trilhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;De um amor que desejo durar eternamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Acessem: http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/autor_textos.php?id=60413 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-6616900355523080784?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/6616900355523080784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/6616900355523080784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2009/10/nossas-musicas.html' title='Nossas Músicas'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-2727505041175896464</id><published>2009-10-30T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:58:38.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só entre Lágrimas B-(</title><content type='html'>Eu aqui sozinha a pensar em ti, a pensar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;A sentir o vazio corroer todo o espaço,&lt;br /&gt;Que em amplos passos toma conta de meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder não querer, mas quero o querer,&lt;br /&gt;Sem o querer o sentimento morre,&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Pois me transformei em puro sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Qual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Amor, saudade, medo, dor...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... Apenas digo lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Correm pelo meu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;E é a única coisa&lt;br /&gt;Que pode me aquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Elas não saem dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que sentir, só sentir, só,&lt;br /&gt;Não vai me responder,&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me o que eu faço,&lt;br /&gt;Faço sem você,&lt;br /&gt;Nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, você ainda consegue&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-me, não só como presença,&lt;br /&gt;Não apenas como um corpo&lt;br /&gt;Mas como amor.&lt;br /&gt;Sente-me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se quero saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;adoro um drama, pisei fundo nesse!&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/3881116688094644116-2727505041175896464?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2727505041175896464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2727505041175896464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-entre-lagrimas-b.html' title='Só entre Lágrimas B-('/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-4139784979136564737</id><published>2009-10-23T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:04:10.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sua beleza e minha Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Belos são teus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o teu sorriso, o sabor do teus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lábios junto aos meus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O seu encantador e sedutor perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que penetra a minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E a faz ir muito mais além,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Levando-a de encontro a tua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deixando em mim essa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Insaciável, de quer estar sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em teus pensamentos, ao teu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em tuas palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em tua vida ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em teus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-4139784979136564737?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/4139784979136564737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/4139784979136564737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2009/10/sua-beleza-e-minha-vontade.html' title='Sua beleza e minha Vontade'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-2015064424327077440</id><published>2009-10-23T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:56:54.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que um dia escrevi para você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Todas as palavras de muito amor, carinho, sinceridade e desejo de felicidade que lhe escrevi e escrevo, são como um rio que serpenteia por entre montanhas levando de roldão a saudade e ao mesmo tempo sempre te mantendo aqui em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O rio chega ao mar porque aprendeu a contornar obstáculos, para chegarmos até aqui, também contornamos todos os obstáculos, e agora nos amamos cada vez mais. Lembrar tantas coisas e expressar tantas outras também é a finalidade destas e de tantas outras más traçadas linhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Esta, enfim, é portadora de todos os meus sentimentos, testemunha daquilo que sinto por você. É onde deposito as palavras que são minhas e te ofereço as que não são como se me pertencesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sei que a pessoa que estou amando é a pessoa certa, você, confesso, e estou amando alguém sensacional, amigo, companheiro, brilhante, intenso, verdadeiro e incrível, sei que vai dizer “imperfeito”, sim também, e complexo como eu. Sei que sinto amor verdadeiro e definitivo, que ponho em suas mãos. Minha vontade é que a gente fique junto eternamente vivendo toda felicidade do mundo, cada qual participando da vida do outro em tudo, e como imortal queria que fosse nosso amor mútuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nas horas em que a recordação parece mais forte quando o sentimento se torna mais fundo penso comigo:&amp;nbsp;Porque a voz do meu amor por você nunca silencia em mim? Deve ser porque estivemos separados, havendo um longo silêncio, aquele silêncio que paralisou tudo, isso poderia ter acabado com o amor que sentíamos, mas nem isto nem os desentendimentos acabaram com nosso amor, hoje esse silêncio que as vezes fazemos é o que ilumina a vida e que enche o coração de beleza e amor. Por isso digo que te amo, te amo, te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Depois dos conflitos enfim sorrimos e seu doce sorriso foi como um raio de sol, rico , puro, suave e lindo tocando minha alma que estava fria sem ti, crente que não te teria mais. Te amo e quero acreditar que não será possível nos separar. Você é um gesto, uma frase de carinho e nosso amor não dará espaços para brigas e ciúmes excessivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;“ Nossos caminhos foram traçados, Deus te escolheu pra mim e agora seremos um. Se a tristezas chegarem eu vou estar ao teu lado juntos podemos até chorar, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;se a dor invadir o nosso ser venceremos a dor em nome do nosso amor.” Foi o que escutei uma vez e agora te digo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Eu o amo, eu o amo, é a voz que se repete sempre dentro de mim, você, você é tudo que sempre ouço. O bem que nos uniu não pode acabar sendo Deus esse bem ninguém pode nos separar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3881116688094644116-2015064424327077440?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2015064424327077440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2015064424327077440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2009/10/que-um-dia-escrevi-para-voce.html' title='Que um dia escrevi para você'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-3888737824218215553</id><published>2009-10-23T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T03:29:52.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas e frases 2006 by Crys Lira</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Doação: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;De emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;De sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;De amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;De você pra mim de mim pra você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Essa é uma campanha que não acaba nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Receba nesta noite fria o meu beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Com o calor de todo o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Que inflama a cada dia por você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Como brasa que queima sem doer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Fogo que arde só em te ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Coração que bate sem perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Que te tanto amor irei morrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;1 segundo- Sem você é luto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;1 minuto- Com você é lucro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;1 hora- Sem te ver é fria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;1dia- Com tua companhia não bastaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;1 mês- Lutarei pra ter você comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;1ano- Casaria contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;1 vida- Agora são duas a minha e a sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Gostaria de ter guardada comigo a imagem do teu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ás vezes nos sentimos só como em uma noite sem sono,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Todos dormem. Só você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Só você não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;O exílio da alma sem arte é tão cruel quanto a morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Porque a exilada da arte está duas vezes morta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;As horas podem passar, passar e passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;O sono pode simplesmente não vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;A vida correndo passa e vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Mas o amor permanece só ele é certo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Queria apenas beijar sua boca e sentir o meu corpo envolvido no calor do seu abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;È bom falar de amor e em amar, é bom pensar no amor e em amar, isso faz meu coração pulsar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Tão longe e tão perto longe de minhas mãos, dentro do meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ao contemplar tua foto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Sinto o desejo em meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;De estar ao teu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;E fazer realidade minha ilusão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-3888737824218215553?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/3888737824218215553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/3888737824218215553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2009/10/poemas-e-frases-2006-by-crys-lira.html' title='Poemas e frases 2006 by Crys Lira'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-2231914511347704416</id><published>2009-01-16T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:15:53.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;GUARDA ESTES VERSOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Guarda estes versos que escrevi chorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Como um alívio à minha soledade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Como um dever do meu amor; e quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Houver em ti um eco de saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Beija estes versos que escrevi chorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Único em meio das paixões vulgares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Fui a teus pés queimar minha alma ansiosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Como se queima o óleo ante os altares;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Tive a paixão indômita e fogosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Única em meio das paixões vulgares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheia de amor, vazio de esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Dei para ti os meus primeiros passos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Minha ilusão fez-me, talvez, criança;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;E eu pretendi dormir aos teus abraços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheio de amor, vazio de esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Refugiada à sombra do mistério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Pude cantar meu hino doloroso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;E o mundo ouviu o som doce ou funéreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Sem conhecer o coração ansioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Refugiada à sombra do mistério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Mas eu que posso contra a sorte esquiva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Vejo que em teus olhares de príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Transluz uma alma ardente e compassiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Capaz de reanimar minha incerteza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Mas eu que posso contra a sorte esquiva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Como uma réu indefesa e abandonada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Fatalidade, curvo-me ao teu gesto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;E se a perseguição me tem cansado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Embora, escutarei o teu aresto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Como uma réu indefesa e abandonada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Embora fujas aos meus olhos tristes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Minha alma irá saudosa, enamorada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Acercar-se de ti lá onde existes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Ouvirás minha lira apaixonada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Embora fujas aos meus olhos tristes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Talvez um dia meu amor se extinga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Como fogo de Vesta mal cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Que sem o zelo da Vestal não vinga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Na ausência e no silêncio condenado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Talvez um dia meu amor se extinga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Então não busques reavivar a chama;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Evoca apenas a lembrança casta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Do fundo amor daquela que não ama;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Esta consolação apenas basta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Então não busques reavivar a chama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Guarda estes versos que escrevi chorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Como um alívio à minha soledade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Como um dever do meu amor; e quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Houver em ti um eco de saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Beija estes versos que escrevi chorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Estes versos li e achei-os profundo,&lt;br /&gt;hoje o que realmente quero é amizade,&lt;br /&gt;foram momentos verdadeiros de amor,&lt;br /&gt;não digo q deixei de amar sim ainda amo,&lt;br /&gt;mas amo na forma mais pura de uma amizade,&lt;br /&gt;é o que agora eu quero preservar, e ter...&lt;br /&gt;sua amizade.&lt;br /&gt;bjss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-2231914511347704416?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2231914511347704416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2231914511347704416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2009/01/guarda-estes-versos-guarda-estes-versos.html' title=''/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-5108240734932224812</id><published>2008-12-02T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:12:34.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem, hoje e agora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem eu parecia ser tudo em tua vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje vejo que nada sou!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem eu parecia ser a pessoa mais amada por ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje tu me ignoras e já não me ligas mais!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem em ti, eu despertava desejos, querias comigo sempre estar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizias querer-me ficar pra sempre, ao nos amarmos por inteiro sem ao menos juntos fisicamente estarmos!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, já nem saudade sou...Ontem falaste das músicas que gostávamos, dos livros que líamos, dos poemas que eu te mandava...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, já nem sei se ao menos tu os lê!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem comigo tu dizias sentir paz e alegria, que eu te passava uma forte energia quando ouvias a minha voz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje já não sou nem mais fantasia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem eu era uma fonte de ternura...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje não passo de um poço vazio!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem eu fazia parte dos teus sonhos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sou apenas de mais um rio que passou em tua vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afinal, o que sou para ti!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu quase acreditei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia, tu me contastes todos os teus sentimentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu, ali, calada, fiquei a te ouvir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu me contastes os teus problemas e desilusões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E com calma, tentei te mostrar soluções...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu me contastes todo o teu passado....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu, me mostrei como sendo o teu presente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu me contastes teus sonhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu tentei realizá-los...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me falastes da saudade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu, me dispus tentando com meu amor, fazer passar a tua dor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu me contastes do silêncio que te acompanhava, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da solidão com a qual convivias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu, me doei toda a ti pensando estar preenchendo o teu vazio...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiz poemas para ti, procurava contigo sempre estar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca te deixando ficar só!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu me falates, nos momentos de ternura que tivemos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas hoje, percebo que não sou e nunca fui nada!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia, em ti, quase acreditei!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temos que sentir realmente o que diz o poema,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eles são reais para mim, falam de mim , mesmo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que não escritos por mim!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pessoas maravilhosas descrevem o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que sente minha'lma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grandes poetas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada a todos!!&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/3881116688094644116-5108240734932224812?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5108240734932224812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5108240734932224812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/12/ontem-hoje-e-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-5112480925693154613</id><published>2008-12-01T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:03:04.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>APENAS HUMANOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APENAS HUMANOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tenho medo é dos bons, que se adoram por isto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;que se vestem de Cristo e cultuam seus dons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;temo toda a pureza vendida nos gestos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;manifestos de paz de qualquer natureza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/STR1aQJALjI/AAAAAAAAA-A/pmNvfB-O7nA/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274970157427469874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/STR1aQJALjI/AAAAAAAAA-A/pmNvfB-O7nA/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fujo a passos compridos de quem se apregoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;alma boa, sensível, de muitos carpidos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nada quero da voz, do silêncio e trejeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dos perfeitos, ilesos, isentos de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A distância maior dessa gente fingida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;será curta, insentida, pedindo bem mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pois ninguém corresponde a tamanha fachada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quero gente mais torta, que seja normal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;de virtudes humanas sem placa na porta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;uma gente real, bem mais próxima ao chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tem gente que finge que não entende, tem gente que diz que não leu, porque pra muitos sou demente ou será que "ele"(a,eles, elas) se esqueceu?... (de si mesmo?)... Tem gente que prefere sorrir, quando o coração ta chorando... preferindo negar o sentimento. Vai " só rr indo" a se embriagar...&lt;br /&gt;Somos todos tão diferentes, uns percebem e querem falar... outros querem todo broto podar... Somos nós assim feito loucos, no universo da hipocrisia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-5112480925693154613?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5112480925693154613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5112480925693154613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/12/apenas-humanos.html' title='APENAS HUMANOS'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/STR1aQJALjI/AAAAAAAAA-A/pmNvfB-O7nA/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-8564403069439308563</id><published>2008-12-01T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:06:19.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade ou Mentira?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/STRpM7s6lyI/AAAAAAAAA9w/vW32DkxdddQ/s1600-h/flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274956734463121186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/STRpM7s6lyI/AAAAAAAAA9w/vW32DkxdddQ/s400/flores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verdade ou Mentira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É verdade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Claro que é mentira! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A verdade nos inspira a mentir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A mentira nos impõe o sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É mentira? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Claro que é verdade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O sentido não faz sentido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nascer sem ter morrido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É verdade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Claro que é mentira! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Acordar sem ter dormido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E falar sem ser ouvido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É mentira? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Claro que é verdade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Andar desprotegido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem ter receio do bandido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É verdade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Claro que é mentira! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Correr livre do pecado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fazer o certo sendo errado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É mentira? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Claro que é verdade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você é capaz de tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, creia eu te iludo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se é verdade ou mentira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pouco nos importa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A verdade é falsa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando a mentira é verdadeira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A mentira é verdade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando a verdade é besteira .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falar sobre a verdade é muito complicado...o que é verdade para você pode não ser para mim...creia em seus atos e seja feliz sempre...ame a vida e as pessoas que te cercam...um beijo a todos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-8564403069439308563?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/8564403069439308563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/8564403069439308563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/12/verdade-ou-mentira.html' title='Verdade ou Mentira?'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/STRpM7s6lyI/AAAAAAAAA9w/vW32DkxdddQ/s72-c/flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-5721181643801944516</id><published>2008-12-01T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:46:02.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras que machucam</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/STRki-5igJI/AAAAAAAAA9o/w-oo62CGIao/s1600-h/25224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274951615720358034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/STRki-5igJI/AAAAAAAAA9o/w-oo62CGIao/s400/25224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PALAVRAS QUE MACHUCAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Daqueles cujo domínio próprio não controla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;São como bisturi, ferem a aorta contundente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Provocam grandes terremotos, vítimas fatais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Corações destroem, intrinsecamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Armas potentes, machucam, ferem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Envenenadas de puro rancor, deixam feridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Golpes premeditados duramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fazem sangrar, quando friamente proferidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quem as usa, tem consciência do mal feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Geralmente das regras e limites é conhecedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Porem um prazer mórbido é sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Vendo no alvo do ódio, do sangue o sabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ironicamente, não se dão conta os desatentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Os mesmos lábios que profetizam mansidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pregam o amor, falam de paz e harmonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Deixam marcas indeléveis, destroem coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ousam citar de Deus o nome, fria realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E incapazes de perceber espontaneamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O tronco que lhes atravessa o olho, e os cega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Apontam o cisco, no olhar do semelhante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Talvez, em nome de uma vingança infundada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quem sabe o coração ferido, seja o argumento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E para pisar, esmagar e ferir brutalmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Só esperam por uma brecha, um momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quantos defeitos soterrados veríamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pudéssemos a alma, em estado bruto sondar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E remexendo escombros reconheceríamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que apenas Deus tem poder para julgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Talvez , com nossos defeitos aparentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pegaríamos à mão a esperar estendida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E mesmo quando feridos e machucados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Entoaríamos apenas palavras de vida. &lt;/span&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/3881116688094644116-5721181643801944516?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5721181643801944516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5721181643801944516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/12/palavras-que-machucam.html' title='Palavras que machucam'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/STRki-5igJI/AAAAAAAAA9o/w-oo62CGIao/s72-c/25224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-2026379158447768430</id><published>2008-12-01T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:15:42.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desilusão e acertos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desilusão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O início de um sonho é sempre belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É divertido, é lindo, muito lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Porém no decorrer do tempo é intrépido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tudo passa, tudo acaba, tudo finda.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes dura pouco tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E as pessoas ficam a esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;São coisas da vida e acontecem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E um a gente querer nos faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo o maior erro é se sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No amor o mais errado é o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pois de toda existência, o que resta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É sempre o mesmo, a desilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACERTO DE CONTAS###&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Aparentemente o amor acabou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;acabou a cumplicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Acabou os risos, restando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;somente a indiferença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As cartas serão colocadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;na mesa, mas não haverá ganhador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Você só quer a RAZÃO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;eu fico com o CORAÇÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que amou e aprendeu tantas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Você só quer a VERDADE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;eu fico com as ILUSÕES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que vivi e que um dia me fizeram feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Você só quer as PERGUNTAS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;eu fico as RESPOSTAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que me revelaram você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Você só quer o CERTO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;eu fico com a INCERTEZA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;De lembrar os momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;felizes que juntos tivemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Neste acerto de contas, somos dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;perdedores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Você ficou com o ÓBVIO, eu fiquei com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;a DÚVIDA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Eu tenho todas as LEMBRANÇAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E você? com o que FICOU???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Uma desilusão que aconteceu, um acerto de contas que nunca existiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;e nem vai existir, pois as certezas já foram postas à mesa e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;as verdades escolhidas , cada qual acredita naquilo que quiser &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;não no que realmente é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Totalmente injusto e cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mas se assim que o caminho segue vou caminhar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;por ele acreditando  nas minhas verdades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-2026379158447768430?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2026379158447768430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2026379158447768430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/12/desiluso-e-acertos.html' title='Desilusão e acertos'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-1462156849052084828</id><published>2008-11-26T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T07:56:33.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUDAREI A HISTÓRIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enterrei o passado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e com ele, lacrados,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desenganos, fracassos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meus sonhos frustrados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e tudo que fez estrago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dilacerando meus planos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos caminhos trilhados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;retirei os meus passos&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SS3KRwErydI/AAAAAAAAA88/m22dwQCYixM/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273093145031854546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SS3KRwErydI/AAAAAAAAA88/m22dwQCYixM/s320/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e seus resquícios amargos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cruzados com os meus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu corpo viciado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de carinhos ousados,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;livrei dos pecados...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confessei-os a Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apaguei as palavras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falsidade incrustada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que você descreveu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ao deixar de ser eu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudarei a história,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amarei mais que outrora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu passado morreu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por fim! chego ao fim de tudo! e ao começo de uma nova história!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois mesmo começando do zero sempre estaremos no início de algo surpreende! maravilhoso e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apaixonante!!!' EU AMO A VIDA E O COMEÇO QUE ELE ME PERMITE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-1462156849052084828?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/1462156849052084828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/1462156849052084828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/mudarei-histria.html' title='MUDAREI A HISTÓRIA'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SS3KRwErydI/AAAAAAAAA88/m22dwQCYixM/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-1808479806964336782</id><published>2008-11-26T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:37:56.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>conversando com a alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SS3PC88ctnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/zJw4sj_9yHY/s1600-h/paisagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273098388347074162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 503px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SS3PC88ctnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/zJw4sj_9yHY/s320/paisagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Arrumei meus pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Num cantinho do meu cérebro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Para que não perturbem mais minha mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Para que possam não mais provocar delírios infundados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ou alucinações persistentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Arrumei meus sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Algures dentro do meu peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Para que não possam mais provocar medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ou dores atrozes que teimam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Em perseguir meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Arrumei meus sentidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Já inexactos, e sem razão de ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Para que não me incomodem mais&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas descobertas a novos horizontes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Se eles estiverem adormecidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Poderei seguir em paz o meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tentei arrumar minha alma, também,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Embora sem êxito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Uma vez que ela transporta grandes paixões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Que não consigo esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ela é o reflexo do meu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quando relembro amores mal resolvidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mas minha alma teimosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não responde aos meus apelos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E continua o seu percurso solitário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Em busca do impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chamei sua atenção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Briguei com ela, mas de pouco serviu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tentei mostrar-lhe o meu triste passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;De mágoas e ressentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mas nada a fez mudar de ideias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Então, peguei em pequenos pedaços dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E arrumei-os algures no meu já ferido coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E continuo negociando, para que minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Possa deixar para trás o passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E recomeçar a viver uma vida plena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Repleta de amor e sentimentos bons.&lt;br /&gt;E continuo assim...Sem perder as forças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Até que ela responda aos meus apelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ela respondeu depois de muitos apelos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e conversas, hoje estou livre e ela também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ah estás livre para encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;algúem que te prenda e preencha tão bem!!!&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/3881116688094644116-1808479806964336782?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/1808479806964336782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/1808479806964336782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/conversando-com-alma.html' title='conversando com a alma'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SS3PC88ctnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/zJw4sj_9yHY/s72-c/paisagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-4010854558072113730</id><published>2008-11-26T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:32:58.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEGUINDO MEUS SONHOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SS8C5KsOzaI/AAAAAAAAA9g/1yy-ayubj2c/s1600-h/aguia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SS8C5KsOzaI/AAAAAAAAA9g/1yy-ayubj2c/s400/aguia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273436869819813282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não quero ser maior nem menor que meus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ter as mesmas medidas. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não as quero descabidas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pra que eu possa voar onde as asas permitam,&lt;br /&gt;onde meus anseios alcancem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e minhas divagações avancem,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;preenchendo lugares sombrios&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem deixarem espaços vazios;&lt;br /&gt;lacunas desperdiçadas,&lt;br /&gt;mas totalmente povoadas de aspiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e uma boa porção de imaginação.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na medida certa, ponderando as arestas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero ser proporcional aos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pra que não se tornem utopia,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;impossíveis de se realizarem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que haja entre nós um equilíbrio lógico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;contrabalançando o real e a ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo em situações e momentos ilógicos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;contrariando a razão;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me permitam sonhar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me permitam voar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me permitam chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Nas horas dos meus sonhos com enlevo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Por onde sublimado vou sozinha, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Em versos de alegria só escrevo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-4010854558072113730?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/4010854558072113730'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-2913254386866769683</id><published>2008-11-24T13:42:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:18:03.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra ser sincera!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SS3BVLSJNeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/kd3d7mLKG8k/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273083308271023586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SS3BVLSJNeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/kd3d7mLKG8k/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pra Ser Sincero&lt;br /&gt;Engenheiros do Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra ser sincero/Não espero de você/Mais do que educação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijo sem paixão/Crime sem castigo/Aperto de mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apenas bons amigos... /Pra ser sincero/Não espero que você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minta!/Não se sinta capaz/De enganar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem não engana/A si mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nós dois temos/Os mesmos defeitos/Sabemos tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A nosso respeito/Somos suspeitos/De um crime perfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas crimes perfeitos/Não deixam suspeitos... /Pra ser sincero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não espero de você/Mais do que educação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra ser sincero/Não espero que você/Me perdoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por ter perdido a calma/Por ter vendido a alma/Ao diabo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um dia desse/Num desses/Encontros casuais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez a gente/Se encontre/Talvez a gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encontre explicação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um dia desses/Num desses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encontros casuais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez eu diga:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Meu amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra ser sincero/Prazer em vê-lo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Até mais!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nós dois temos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os mesmos defeitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabemos tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A nosso respeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somos suspeitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De um crime perfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas crimes perfeitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nunca deixam suspeitos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;como falo pra mim mesma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"A mús traduz minh'alma" e essa tem algo que diz da minha vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;um momento, uma musical, um fato, uma história que acabou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-2913254386866769683?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2913254386866769683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2913254386866769683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/pra-ser-sincera.html' title='Pra ser sincera!!!'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SS3BVLSJNeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/kd3d7mLKG8k/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-4039982388098429366</id><published>2008-11-24T13:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:15:04.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMEÇANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SStAgEfcIZI/AAAAAAAAA8k/k0W9SbVzdz4/s1600-h/Jordin-Sparks-j04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272378708472897938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SStAgEfcIZI/AAAAAAAAA8k/k0W9SbVzdz4/s320/Jordin-Sparks-j04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;One Step At A Time (tradução)Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um Passo de Cada Vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Apresse-se e espere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tão perto, mas tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tudo o que você sempre sonhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Perto o suficiente pra você provar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mas você não consegue tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Você quer mostrar para o mundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mas ninguém sabe o seu nome ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Você imagina quando, onde e como você vai fazer acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Você sabe que pode, se você tiver a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Na sua cara, parece que as portas estão batendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Agora você está se sentindo mais e mais frustrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E você está ficando muito impaciente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Esperando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;REFRÃO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nós vivemos e aprendemos a dar um passo de cada vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não há razão para correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;É como aprender a voar, ou se apaixonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vai acontecer quando tiver que acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Aí nós descobrimos por que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Um passo de cada vez ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Você acredita, e você duvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Você está confuso, você tem tudo decidido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que você sempre desejou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Poderia ser seu, deveria ser seu, será seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se ao menos eles soubessem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quando você não pode esperar mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mas não há um final à vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Quando você precisa encontrar a força)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;É a fé que te faz mais forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;O único jeito de chegarmos lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;É dando um passo de cada vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ê um passo de cada vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não há razão para correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;É como aprender a voar, ou se apaixonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vai acontecer quando tiver que acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Aí nós descobrimos por que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Um passo de cada vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;aprendendo a viver... dando um passo de cada vez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Realmente alguém acabou com meus sonhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;logo alguém que eu pensava que gostava de mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;não teve a mínima consideração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Eu posso ser a única culpada do que aconteceu, fui louca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;arrisquei de mais e literalmente "me ferrei"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Odeio e não odeio, não é ódio é mágoa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;mas penso q foi apenas uma loucura e vai passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tbm peço que não me odei pois não foi só a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;minha loucura que despedaçou tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Odei talvez as atitudes, sei que saí bem machucada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tenho muitos motivos para ficar chateada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;mas tem um lado egoísta que não enxerga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;e esse lado não é meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Passo por passo recomeçando!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-4039982388098429366?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/4039982388098429366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/4039982388098429366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-step-at-time-traduojordin-sparks-um.html' title='COMEÇANDO'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SStAgEfcIZI/AAAAAAAAA8k/k0W9SbVzdz4/s72-c/Jordin-Sparks-j04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-4174177029385087032</id><published>2008-11-18T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:04:47.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SSNSh50c0bI/AAAAAAAAA7s/eFMW1vCk7UE/s1600-h/oeil_triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146731363586482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SSNSh50c0bI/AAAAAAAAA7s/eFMW1vCk7UE/s320/oeil_triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A avenida das lágrimas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quando a primeira vez a harmonia secreta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;De uma lira acordou, gemendo, a terra inteira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- Dentro do coração do primeiro poeta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Desabrochou a flor da lágrima primeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E o poeta sentiu os olhos rasos de água;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Subiu-lhe â boca, ansioso, o primeiro queixume:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tinha nascido a flor da Paixão e da Mágoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que possui, como a rosa, espinhos e perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E na terra, por onde o sonhador passava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ia a roxa corola espalhando as sementes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;De modo que, a brilhar, pelo solo ficava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Uma vegetação de lágrimas ardentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Foi assim que se fez a Via Dolorosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A avenida ensombrada e triste da Saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Onde se arrasta, à noite, a procissão chorosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dos órfãos do carinho e da felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Recalcando no peito os gritos e os soluços, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu conheço bem essa longa avenida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- Eu que, chorando em vão, me esfalfaste, de bruços, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Para, infeliz, galgar o Calvário da Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Teu pé também deixou um sinal neste solo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Também por este solo arrastaste o teu manto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E,a harpa infeliz que sustinhas ao colo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Passou para outras mãos, molhou-se de outro pranto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;O aroma dessa flor, que o meu martírio encerra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se imortalizará, pelas almas disperso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- Porque purificou a torpeza da terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quem deixou sobre a terra uma lágrima e um verso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;O resultado dá tristeza de hoje foi uma avenida de lágrimas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;só queria saber o que eu fiz pra merecer isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Agora realmente não sei o que faço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-4174177029385087032?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/4174177029385087032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/4174177029385087032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/avenida-das-lgrimas-quando-primeira-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SSNSh50c0bI/AAAAAAAAA7s/eFMW1vCk7UE/s72-c/oeil_triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-7462763299150261877</id><published>2008-11-18T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:54:58.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Canção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Cecília Meireles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca eu tivera querido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizer palavra tão louca:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bateu-me o vento na boca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e depois no teu ouvido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levou somente a palavra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SSNMI5RFnCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/g9tqcD199B4/s1600-h/chorarlagrimas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270139704648768546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SSNMI5RFnCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/g9tqcD199B4/s320/chorarlagrimas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixou ficar o sentido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sentido está guardado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no rosto com que me miro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neste perdido suspiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que te segue alucinado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no meu sorriso suspenso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como um beijo malogrado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca ninguém viu ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que o amor pusesse tão triste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa tristeza não viste,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e eu sei que ela se vê bem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só se aquele mesmo vento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fechou teus olhos, também...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hoje fiquei triste pois o meu coração foi magoado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-7462763299150261877?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/7462763299150261877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/7462763299150261877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/cano.html' title='Canção'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SSNMI5RFnCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/g9tqcD199B4/s72-c/chorarlagrimas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-2322569487545729851</id><published>2008-11-11T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:43:24.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Vinícius...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Que Tinha De Ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque foste na vida a última esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontrar-te me fez criança porque já eras meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem eu saber sequer porque és o meu homem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu tua mulher porque tu me chegaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem me dizer que vinhas e tuas mãos foram minhas com calma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque foste em minh'alma como um amanhecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque foste o que tinha de ser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Mais-Que-Perfeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, quem me dera ir-me contigo agora a um horizonte firme, comum &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embora amar-te ah, quem me dera amar-te sem mais ciúmes de alguém em algum lugar que nem presumes ah, quem me dera ver-te sempre a meu lado sem precisar dizer-te jamais cuidado ah, quem me dera ter-te como um lugar plantado num chão verde para eu morar-te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, quem me dera ter-te morar-te até morrer-te.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ouve O Silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cala&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouve o silêncio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRod0UP2X3I/AAAAAAAAA7c/LdMWbkRkh8g/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267555498788806514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRod0UP2X3I/AAAAAAAAA7c/LdMWbkRkh8g/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ouve o silêncio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nos fala tristemente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desse amor que não podemos ter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não fala&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fala baixinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diz bem de leve um segredo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um verso de esperança em nosso amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não, oh, meu amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta a beleza de viver!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saúda o sol e a alegria de amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em nossa grande solidão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Por Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você quiser a lua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu lhe digo: tome, é sua porque eu fiz a lua pra você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você quiser a estrela da manhã, amanhã mesmo eu pego e mando pra você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por você todas as flores exibiram novas cores, tudo pura inveja de você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E milhões de passarinhos nos seus ninhos compuseram este lindo iê-iê-iê&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por você, senhorzinho, menino que mais lindo não vai ter nunca mais e que além de ser pra frente, barra-limpa e papo-firme por demais (por demais) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por você, se for o caso eu lhe juro que me caso, meu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu caso com você é um atraso mas eu caso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque estou perdidamente apaixonada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-2322569487545729851?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-2597437383106990795</id><published>2008-11-11T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:59:43.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soneto Do Amor Total&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Amo-te tanto, meu amor... não cante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O humano coração com mais verdade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo-te como amigo e como amante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa sempre diversa realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo-te afim, de um calmo amor prestante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E te amo além, presente na saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo-te, enfim, com grande liberdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dentro da eternidade e a cada instante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E de te amar assim, muito e amiúde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É que um dia em teu corpo de repente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hei de morrer de amar mais do que pude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CÂNTICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, tu não és um sonho, és a existência tens carne, tens fadiga e tens pudor&lt;br /&gt;No calmo peito teu. Tu és a estrela sem nome, és a morada, és a cantiga&lt;br /&gt;Do amor, és luz, és lírio, namorado! tu és todo o esplendor, o último claustro&lt;br /&gt;Da elegia sem fim, anjo! mendigo do triste verso meu.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, fosses nunca meu, fosses a idéia, o sentimento em mim, fosses a aurora, o céu da aurora Ausente, amigo, eu não te perderia! Amado! onde te deixas, onde vagas entre as vagas flores? e por que dormes entre os vagos rumores do mar?&lt;br /&gt;Tu primeiro, último, trágico, esquecido De mim! És lindo, és alto! és sorridente és como o verde do trigal maduro teus olhos têm a cor do firmamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Céu castanho da tarde ah– são teus olhos! teu passo arrasta a doce poesia do amor! prende o poema em forma e cor no espaço; para o astro do poente és o levante, és o Sol! eu sou o giro O giro, o girassol.&lt;br /&gt;És o soberbo também, és rápido também, como a andorinha! doçura! lisa e murmurante... a água que corre no chão morno da montanha és tu; tens muitas emoções; o pássaro do trópico inventou teu meigo nome duas vezes, de súbito encantado!dono do meu amor! sede constante do meu corpo de mulher! melodia da minha poesia extraordinária!&lt;br /&gt;Por que me arrastas? Por que me fascinas?Por que me ensinas a morrer? teu sonho me leva o verso à sombra e à claridade.&lt;br /&gt;Sou tua irmã, és meu irmão; padeço de ti, sou tua cantora humilde e terna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu silêncio, teu trêmulo sossego triste, onde se arrastam nostalgias melancólicas, ah, tão melancólicas...&lt;br /&gt;Amigo, entra de súbito, pergunta por mim, se eu continuo a amar-te; ri esse riso que é tosse de ternura carrega-me em teu peito, louco! sinto a infância em teu amor! cresçamos juntos como se fora agora, e sempre; demos nomes graves às coisas impossíveis recriemos a mágica do sonho lânguida!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, que o destino nada pode contra esse teu langor; és o penúltimo lirismo! encosta a tua face fresca sobre o meu seio nu, ouves? é cedo quanto mais tarde for, mais cedo! A calma é o último suspiro da poesia o mar é nosso, e recende mais puro ao seu chamado. Oh, deixa-me brincar, que te amo tanto que se não brinco, choro, e desse pranto desse pranto sem dor, que é o único amigo das horas más em que não estás comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Adaptação Crys Lira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-2597437383106990795?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2597437383106990795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2597437383106990795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/soneto-do-amor-total-vinicius-de-moraes.html' title=''/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-5371512484500379637</id><published>2008-11-10T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:37:32.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONETO DE FIDELIDADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;De tudo, ao meu amor serei atento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRi1lPmaUYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zWCTdMXPL48/s1600-h/three_ages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267159415657222530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRi1lPmaUYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zWCTdMXPL48/s320/three_ages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Eu possa dizer do meu amor (que tive):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O Homem que passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu Deus, eu quero o homem que passa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seu dorso frio é um campo de lírios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tem sete cores nos seus cabelos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sete esperanças na boca fresca! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh! como és lindo, homem que passas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que me sacias e suplicias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dentro das noites, dentro dos dias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teus sentimentos são poesia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teus sofrimentos, melancolia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teus pelos são relva boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fresca e macia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267161202854817730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRi3NRbhb8I/AAAAAAAAA68/a1fMe6hEutE/s320/noli_me_tangere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Teus belos braços são fortes e mansos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Longe das vozes da ventania. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu Deus, eu quero o homem que passa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como te adoro, homem que passas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que vens e passas, que me sacias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dentro das noites, dentro dos dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por que me faltas, se te procuro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por que me odeias quando te juro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que te perdia se me encontravas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E me concontrava se te perdias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por que não voltas, homem que passas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por que não enches a minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por que não voltas, homem querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sempre perdido, nunca encontrado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por que não voltas à minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para o que sofro não ser desgraça?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu Deus, eu quero o homem que passa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero-o agora, sem mais demora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O meu amado homem que passa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que fica e passa, que pacífica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que é tanto puro como devasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que bóia leve como a cortiça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E tem raízes como a fumaça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vinícius de Morais adaptação Crys Lira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-5371512484500379637?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5371512484500379637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5371512484500379637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/soneto-de-fidelidade-de-tudo-ao-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRi1lPmaUYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zWCTdMXPL48/s72-c/three_ages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-9060075645134974987</id><published>2008-11-07T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:15:55.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRTYnXXNflI/AAAAAAAAArs/UI5yPdrSkpk/s1600-h/olhos+chorando+coraÃ§Ã£o[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266072035100819026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRTYnXXNflI/AAAAAAAAArs/UI5yPdrSkpk/s320/olhos%2Bchorando%2Bcora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ternura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te peço perdão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por te amar de repente/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embora o meu amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seja uma velha canção &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos teus ouvidos/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das horas que passei à sombra dos teus gestos/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bebendo em tua boca o perfume dos sorrisos/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das noites que vivi acalentado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pela graça indizível dos teus passos eternamente fugindo/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trago a doçura dos que aceitam melancolicamente./&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E posso te dizer que o grande afeto que te deixo n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ão traz o exaspero das lágrimas/ nem a fascinação das promessas /n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;misteriosas palavras dos véus da alma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É um sossego, uma unção, um transbordamento de carícias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E só te pede que te repouses quieto, muito quieto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E deixes que as mãos cálidas da noite encontrem sem fatalidade o olhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ extático da aurora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-9060075645134974987?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/9060075645134974987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/9060075645134974987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/ternura-vinicius-de-moraes-eu-te-peo.html' title=''/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRTYnXXNflI/AAAAAAAAArs/UI5yPdrSkpk/s72-c/olhos%2Bchorando%2Bcora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-5874481878173922283</id><published>2008-11-07T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:41:44.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A MUSICA NOS MOVE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Necessidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Alexandre Pires&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Beijar tua boca/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É a minha aventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Voar pelos ventos/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do seu bem-querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Beijar tua boca/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É perder a inocência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Beijar tua boca/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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sentimento/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jogado aos teus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É minha paixão/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que me leva à loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que te traz prá mim/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando eu tento esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maldito o tempo que se acaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando estou 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sempre complexa em todos os sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E todas as peças que nem mesmo estão na caixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E contudo, você vê a figura clara como o dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Refrão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu não sei porque você me ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E é por isso que eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me pega quando eu caio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aceita meus defeitos e tudo mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E é por isso que eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E é por isso que eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E é por isso que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu te ignoro quando estou trabalhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando eu preciso de atenção eu tendo a reclamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou cheia de imperfeições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E você ignora tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou uma camponesa para alguns padrões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas aos seus olhos sou uma rainha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Você vê potencial em todos os meus defeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E isso é exatamente o que eu preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;VOCÊ É LINDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;SEM AR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;DEIXA EU TE AMAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A FESTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FOREVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MY HEART WILL GO ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ABRAÇA-ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;BOA NOITE AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;EU QUERO TE ROUBAR PRA MIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HOW COULD ANGEL BREAK MY HEART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;INCOMPLETE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PLEASE FORGIVE ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;VELHA INFÂNCIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DO IT FOR YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BRYAN ADAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Tudo Que Eu Faço) Eu Faço por voc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Olhe para os meus olhos/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Você verá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;o que significa para mim./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Procure no seu coração, procure na sua alma/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E quando lá me encontrar, não vai procurar mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não me diga que não vale a pena tentar,/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não pode me dizer que não /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;vale a pena morrer por isso./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Você sabe que é verdade, tudo que eu faço, eu faço por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Olhe para o seu coração, vai encontrar,/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não existe nada lá para esconder./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me aceita como sou, fica com a minha vida,/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu te entregaria totalmente, eu a sacrificaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não me diga que não vale a pena lutar,/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu não consigo evitar, não há nada que eu deseje mais./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Você sabe que é verdade, tudo que eu faço, eu faço por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não existe amor, como o seu amor/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E nenhuma outra, poderia oferecer mais amor./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não existe lugar, a não ser que lá esteja./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Todo o tempo, até o fim./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não me diga que não vale a pena lutar,/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu não consigo evitar, /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;não há nada que eu deseje mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sim, eu lutaria por você, eu mentiria por você,/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Caminharia em fogo por você, sim, eu morreria por você/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Você sabe que é verdade,/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tudo que eu faço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu faço por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-125572058627354189</id><published>2008-11-06T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:29:32.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRN0JbNAZyI/AAAAAAAAArc/o0oCuhgQwTg/s1600-h/olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265680094596196130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRN0JbNAZyI/AAAAAAAAArc/o0oCuhgQwTg/s400/olhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEUS OLHOS&lt;/strong&gt;&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:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus olhos tão castanhos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tão belos, tão puros,d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vivo luzir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estrelas incertas, que as águas dormentes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do mar vão ferir;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus olhos tão castanhos, tão belos, tão puros, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;têm meiga expressão, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais doce que a brisa, — mais doce que o nauta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De noite cantando, — mais doce que a frauta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quebrando a solidão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus olhos tão castanhos, tão belos, tão puros, d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vivo luzir, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São meigos infantes, gentis, engraçados &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brincando a sorrir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São meigos infantes, brincando, saltando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em jogo infantil, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inquietos, travessos; — causando tormento, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com beijos nos pagam a dor de um momento, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com modo gentil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus olhos tão castanhos, tão belos, tão puros, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim é que são; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes luzindo, serenos, tranquilos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes vulcão! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes, oh! sim, derramam tão fraco, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão frouxo brilhar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que a mim me parece que o ar lhes falece,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os olhos tão meigos, que o pranto humedece &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me fazem chorar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim lindo infante, que dorme tranquilo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desperta a chorar; e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mudo e sisudo, cismando mil coisas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não pensa — a pensar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas almas tão puras da virgem, do infante, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes do céu c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ai doce harmonia duma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harpa celeste, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um vago desejo; e a mente se veste &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De pranto co'um véu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quer sejam saudades, quer sejam desejos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da pátria melhor; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu amo seus olhos que choram em causa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um pranto sem dor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu amo seus olhos tão castanhos, tão puros, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De vivo fulgor; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus olhos que exprimem tão doce harmonia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que falam de amores com tanta poesia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com tanto pudor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus olhos tão castanhos, tão belos, tão puros, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim é que são; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu amo esses olhos que falam de amores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com tanta paixão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-125572058627354189?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/125572058627354189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/125572058627354189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/teus-olhos-seus-olhos-to-castanhos-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRN0JbNAZyI/AAAAAAAAArc/o0oCuhgQwTg/s72-c/olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-5553902885553538379</id><published>2008-11-05T16:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:47:47.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRN8IPNExVI/AAAAAAAAArk/X-7_x0u4Mt0/s1600-h/26916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265688870288409938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRN8IPNExVI/AAAAAAAAArk/X-7_x0u4Mt0/s400/26916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu nasceste de um beijo e de um olhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O beijo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numa hora de amor, de ternura e desejo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uniu a terra e o céu. O olhar foi do Senhor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhar de vida, olhar de graça, olhar de amor;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De um júbilo divino os cantos entoava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A natureza mãe, e tudo palpitava, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A flor aberta e fresca, a pedra bronca e rude,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De uma vida melhor e nova juventude. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha alma adivinhou a origem do teu ser:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis cantar e sentir; quis amar e viver;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A luz que de ti vinha, ardente, viva, pura,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palpitou, reviveu a pobre criatura;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do amor grande, elevado, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abriam-se-lhe as fontes;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fulgiram novos sóis, rasgaram-se horizontes; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surgiu, abrindo em flor, uma nova região;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era o dia marcado à minha redenção. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era assim que eu sonhava o homem. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era assim: Corpo de fascinar, alma de querubim;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era assim: fronte altiva e gesto soberano,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um porte de rei a um tempo meigo e ufano,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em olhos senhoris uma luz tão serena, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E grave como Juno, e belo como uma cena!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era assim, o homem que extasia e domina,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; o homem que reúne a terra e o céu: me fascina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neste fundo sentir, nesta fascinação, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que pede do poeta o amante coração?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver como nasceste, ó beleza, ó primor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De uma fusão do ser, de uma efusão do amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver, — fundir a existência &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em um ósculo de amor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer de ambas – uma essência, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apagar outras lembranças, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perder outras ilusões, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ter por sonho melhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sonho das esperanças De que a única ventura &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não reside em outra vida, Não vem de outra criatura; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confundir olhos nos olhos, Unir um seio a outro seio, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derramar as mesmas lágrimas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tremer do mesmo enleio,Ter o mesmo coração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver um do outro viver...Tal era a minha ambição.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donde viria a ventura desta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vida? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que jardim colheria esta flor pura?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que solitária fonte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta água iria beber?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que encendido horizonte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Podiam meus olhos ver &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão meigo tão viva estrela,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abrir-se e resplandecer?Só em ti: — em ti que és belo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em ti que a paixão respiras,/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em ti cujo olhar se embebe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na ilusão de que deliras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em ti, que um ósculo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teve a singular virtude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De encher, de animar teus dias,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De vida e de juventude...Amemos! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diz a flor à brisa peregrina,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amemos! diz a brisa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arfando em torno à flor;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantemos esta lei e vivamos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; De uma fusão do ser, de uma efusão do amor&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/3881116688094644116-5553902885553538379?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5553902885553538379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/5553902885553538379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/beijo-tu-nasceste-de-um-beijo-e-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRN8IPNExVI/AAAAAAAAArk/X-7_x0u4Mt0/s72-c/26916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-8481739449170635009</id><published>2008-11-05T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:13:10.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRIUXIQm4MI/AAAAAAAAAqk/potMpCPYWcE/s1600-h/661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265293301936218306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRIUXIQm4MI/AAAAAAAAAqk/potMpCPYWcE/s400/661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SONETO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;" Ontem, quanto, soberbo, escarnecias dessa minha paixão louca, suprema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E no teu lábio, essa rosa da algema, a minha vida, gélida prendias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu meditaca em loucas utopias, tentava resolver grave problema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;- Como engastar tua alma num poema? E eu não chorava quando tu te rias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoje, que vives desse amor ansioso e não és meu, nenhum pouco meu, extraordinária sorte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoje eu sou triste sendo tão ditosa!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E tremo e choro, pressentindo, forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vibrar, dentro em meu peito, fervoroso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esse excesso de vida, que é a morte"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMOR VIVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRIYQQ9eKyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nLda3Nshfps/s1600-h/coraÃ§Ã£o+em+chamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265297582059301666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRIYQQ9eKyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nLda3Nshfps/s400/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bem%2Bchamas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AMAR! Mas d'um amor que tenha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não sejam sempre tímidos harpejos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não sejam só delírios e desejos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;D'uma doida cabeça escandecida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amor que via e brilhe ! luz fundida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que penetre o meu ser - e não só beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dados no ar - delírios e desejos -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas amor... dos amores que têm vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sim, vivo e quente! e já a luz do dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;não virá dissipá-los nos meus braços &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como névoa da vaga fantasia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nem murchará o sol á chama erguida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pois que podem os astros dos espaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Contra uns débeis amores... se têm vida?&lt;/span&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/3881116688094644116-8481739449170635009?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/8481739449170635009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/8481739449170635009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/soneto-ontem-quanto-soberbo-escarnecias.html' title=''/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRIUXIQm4MI/AAAAAAAAAqk/potMpCPYWcE/s72-c/661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-3125691475291025499</id><published>2008-11-04T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:34:28.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O CATIVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRDUJeKUIEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MPry2dE8rrk/s1600-h/photo_gallery12_red_flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264941223576346690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRDUJeKUIEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MPry2dE8rrk/s400/photo_gallery12_red_flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O CATIVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como era lindo, meu Deus! Não tinha da neve a cor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas no moreno semblante brilhavam raios de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ledo o rosto, o mais formoso, de trigueira coralina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De Anjo a boca, os lábios breves cor de pálida cravina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em carmim rubro engastados tinha os dentes cristalinos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doce a voz, qual nunca ouviram dúlios barbos matutinos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seus ingênuos pensamentos são de amor juras constantes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entre nuvem das pestanas tinha dois astros brilhantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As madeixas crespas negras, dele algo diziam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo nele dizia, mostrava e era algo profundo e arredio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tinha rosto acetinado era o corpo uma pintura-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E no peito palpitante um sacrário de ternura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Límpida alma- flor singela pelas brisas embalado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ao dormir dálvas estrelas, ao nascer da madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quis beijar-lhe os lábios divinos, afastou-mos - não consente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A seus pés de rojo pus-me- tanto pode o amor ardente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não te afastes lhe suplico, és do meu peito dono todinho; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não te afastes, neste peito tens um trono mulatinho!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vi-lhe as pálpebras tremerem, como treme a flor louçã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Embalando as níveas gotas dos orvalhos da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qual na rama enlanguescido pudibunda sensitivo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suspirando ele murumura; Ai, senhora, eu sou cativo!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deu-,e as costas, foi-se embora qualda tarde do arrebol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;foge a sombra de uma nuvem ao cair da lus do sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema A cativa de Luís da Gama, adaptação Crys Lira &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881116688094644116-3125691475291025499?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/3125691475291025499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/3125691475291025499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/cativo-como-era-linda-meu-deus-no-tinha.html' title='O CATIVO'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SRDUJeKUIEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MPry2dE8rrk/s72-c/photo_gallery12_red_flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-2613627822564034512</id><published>2008-11-03T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:13:44.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQ-PRuruVtI/AAAAAAAAAok/8CCTL7tiTrs/s1600-h/anjos11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264584024171370194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQ-PRuruVtI/AAAAAAAAAok/8CCTL7tiTrs/s400/anjos11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Could An Angel Break My Heart Toni Braxton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ouvi ele cantando uma canção de ninar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ouvi ele cantando de dentro do seu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando eu descobri, pensei que iria morrer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque aquela canção de ninar era minha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ouvi ele a selou com um beijo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele gentilmente a beijou em seus lábios de cereja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu achei isso tão difícil de acreditar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque os beijos dele me pertenciam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQ-SKN1oy1I/AAAAAAAAAo0/m9W020_DiAs/s1600-h/anjo.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264587193630378834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQ-SKN1oy1I/AAAAAAAAAo0/m9W020_DiAs/s320/anjo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como um anjo poderia quebrar meu coração &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque ele nào apanhou minha estrela cadente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu desejo não ter desejado tanto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez eu tenha desejado o nosso amor separado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como um anjo poderia quebrar meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ouvi ele dizendo que o rosto dela era branco como a chuva, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macia como uma rosa que floresce em maio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele mantem a foto dela na moldura &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando ele dorme ele chama o nome dela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu imagino se ela faz ele sorrir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da maneira que ele costumava sorrir pra mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que ela não o faça sorrir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque o riso dele pertence a mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, minha alma esta morrendo, está chorando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou tentando entender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por favor ajude-me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incomplete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Espaços vazios me enchem de buracos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rostos distantes sem nenhum destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sem você dentro de mim não posso encontrar descanso&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQ-RSl4CsHI/AAAAAAAAAos/DpT8P90h9Gg/s1600-h/rosa-vermelho-flores-coracoes-coracao-~-177-2-017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264586238010241138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQ-RSl4CsHI/AAAAAAAAAos/DpT8P90h9Gg/s400/rosa-vermelho-flores-coracoes-coracao-~-177-2-017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aonde vou ninguém pode adivinhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu tento continuar como se nunca tivesse te conhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estou acordada mas meu mundoesta meio adormecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu rezo para que meu coração pare de doer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas sem você eu vou ficar incompleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vozes distantesme dizem que eu devo seguir em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas eu estou nadando em um oceano completamente sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amor, meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Está escrito em seu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Você ainda se pergunta se cometemos um grande erro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu tento continuar como se nunca tivesse te conhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estou acordada mas meu mundo esta meio adormecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu rezo para que meu coração pare de doer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas sem você eu vou ficar imcompleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu não quero prolongar isso mas eu não consigo deixá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu não quero fazer você encarar este mundo sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu quero deixá-lo ir..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3881116688094644116-2613627822564034512?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2613627822564034512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2613627822564034512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-could-angel-break-my-heart-toni.html' title=''/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQ-PRuruVtI/AAAAAAAAAok/8CCTL7tiTrs/s72-c/anjos11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-2896049579063090371</id><published>2008-11-03T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:12:15.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQ-LServv5I/AAAAAAAAAoU/7QaeM5XJMC8/s1600-h/lua1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264579639009853330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQ-LServv5I/AAAAAAAAAoU/7QaeM5XJMC8/s400/lua1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolvi no dia 25/10/2008 escrever um pouco sobre mim:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eclética!! gosto de tudo um pouco e geralmente aprendo a gostar de coisas diferente, pois não se gosta do que não se conhece. Sou simples, sempre se encontra uma maneira sutil de me conquistar. Os pequenos detalhes são preciosos para mim, nos pequenos gestos se veem grandes atitudes. O mundo é algo que quero explorar, viajar seus quatro cantos é um desejo. Adoro conhecer coisas novas, se signo for levado a sério, sou uma verdadeira geminiana!!rsrsSou curiosa, criativa, tagarela, centrada, apaixonada pelo novo.Tenho milhões de pensamentos ao mesmo tempo, mas viro uma bocó quando estou do lado de quem gosto !fico sem palavras, não consigo falar nada direito sobre mim ou o que se passa em minha mente, mas quando dá trelha já era! passo horas falando. Sou sempre eu mesma, mas, não sou a mesma sempre, todo dia sou alguém diferente, que é a mesma pessoa, esquisito talvez?? Acho que é porque tenho muuuito a mostrar, aprendo com os erros dos outros pos não terei tempo de cometer todos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma(s) cor(es): Amarelo, vermelho, Azul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sol ou Lua: O sol no nascente e poente a lua em toda sua extensidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frio ou Calor: Frio é mais gostoso de viver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estilos de música: MPB, Black music, romântica internacional, sertanejo, pagode. Não todas as músicas de todos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantores: Ana Carolina, Beyoncé, Fábio Júnior, Michael Jackson, Vitor e Léo, Neshiville, César Menotti e Fabiano,"Witney Houston""Toni Braxton", "Bryan Adams", "Celine Dion", "Shania Twain", Backstreet boys, Pussycat Dolls, Jeito moleque, Bruno e marrone, Sorriso Maroto...são tantos!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fime(s): Um amor pra recordar, Madagaskar, Uma linda mulher, 10 coisas que eu odei em vc, As panteras, O casamento do meu melhor amigo, Paixão de Cristo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estilos de filme: Comédia romântica, Cómedia, Romântico, Ação,Terror.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atrizes e atores: Cameron Diaz, Mariana Ximenes(adoro ela), Drew Barrymore, Jack Chan, Nicholas Cage, Eddy Murphy, Halle Berry entre outros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flores: Todas que traduzem um sentimento. Jasmim, rosas e Lírios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hobby: Ouvir música, cantar, atuar, dançar, escrever, ler, dormir, fazer as coisas quando tenho vontade, estar com que amo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que já fez: Muitas coisas entre elas: Desenho, aulas de violão, músicas, poemas e poesias, capoeira, vôlei, time de futebol, grupo de dança.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rádio ou Tv: RádioO que mais detesta: algumas coisas: esperar. Gente intrometida, pessoa que "acha", fazer as coisas quando não tenho vontade, engordar rsrs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lugar pra morar: Lugares frios pelamordedeus. Paris, Espanha, Rio Grande do Sul, EUROPA/SUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doce ou salgado: Não aprendia gostar muuito de doce, mais tem vários que gosto como: mousse de marcujá. Gosto de todos os salgados que experimentei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que queria agora: "Estar com ele" Não importa o tempo ou a distância sempre estarei lembrando de vc como agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALGUNS POEMAS DO DIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teus olhos(poema e tbm canção)&lt;/strong&gt;&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:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que seria tão fácil olhar dentro dos teus olhos e ver o brilho intenso que eles irradiam?&lt;br /&gt;Porque teus olhos traduzem luz, fogo e pazLuz que ilumina meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Fogo que aquece meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Paz que alimenta minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é tão fácil olhar pra você&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é deixar de te querer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que bom aproveitar cada momento ao teu lado, são como pérolas que colho a cada minuto, ficando rico de felicidade meu coração" 25/10/2008&lt;br /&gt;-----,,-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seu sorriso é tão lindo!&lt;br /&gt;que sorte tenho, ter alguém tão maravilhoso ao meu lado e que a cada dia fica mais belo! Assim como a primavera que se torna linda, primaveril é o teu sorriso e você por inteiro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por que é difícil fala? Se é o que vc sente!&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar amor se é o que você quer!&lt;br /&gt;Por que deixar o medo aprisionar o sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Por mais confuso que seja o que se sente, só terá resolução quando expressado na forma real, pura e verdadeira" 27/10/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264581366666014674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQ-M3CtEr9I/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZkRWkPI_nbQ/s400/o+trovador.bmp" border="0" /&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/3881116688094644116-2896049579063090371?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2896049579063090371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2896049579063090371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-pouco-de-mim.html' title='Um pouco de mim'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQ-LServv5I/AAAAAAAAAoU/7QaeM5XJMC8/s72-c/lua1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881116688094644116.post-2683759393046494969</id><published>2008-10-31T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:38:54.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Algumas das frases que gosto e que nessa fase da minha vida me dizem algo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQuISp3FeFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/J9DDV7aOU74/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263450443568478290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQuISp3FeFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/J9DDV7aOU74/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Nada é pequeno no Amor. Aqueles que esperam por grandes ocasiões para demonstrar a sua ternura não sabem amar."Quando te conheci, houve um lugar, um tempo e um sentimento. O tempo ficou marcado. O lugar será sempre lembrado. E o sentimento, jamais terá terminado!" "Existem coisas que precisamos lembrar para não esquecer, mas tem coisas impossíveis de esquecer: você!""Não sei se dentro de você existe um pouco de mim, mas dentro de mim existe muito de você." "Há vários motivos para não amar uma pessoa, e um só para amá-la, este sempre prevalece...""O dia mais importante não é o dia em que conhecemos uma pessoa e sim quando ela passa a existir dentro de nós." &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/3881116688094644116-2683759393046494969?l=crys-lira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2683759393046494969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881116688094644116/posts/default/2683759393046494969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crys-lira.blogspot.com/2008/10/lgumas-das-frases-que-gosto-e-que-nessa.html' title='&quot;Algumas das frases que gosto e que nessa fase da minha vida me dizem algo&quot;'/><author><name>Crys Lira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00088594933498074390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SuCPVu_s0wI/AAAAAAAABSI/T-PazLlvGKQ/S220/OQAAAGTvFj7k0hKSxbo7WQB49mjujGMHHCxjR5i_o4rRsjDtDtQVMbASi7VUp8DQvul8Xlcrj3UCx6xd4-MccPpffecAm1T1UBegiqcKLfFGMiOceWnS1fIXbpqR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWbs-mQqXfg/SQuISp3FeFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/J9DDV7aOU74/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
