<?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-1608847322063363048</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:08:57.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMA              AO            AVESSO!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-8313042300787182333</id><published>2011-08-21T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:41:13.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saber desafiar a vida, &lt;div&gt;saber vencer os medos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber fazer escolhas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e satisfazer desejos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certo ou errado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de que lado você está,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentindo falta do passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;algo que nunca deixou de amar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"1980 o Ano das escolhas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-8313042300787182333?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/8313042300787182333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=8313042300787182333' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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de rosa dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Estou exposta&lt;br /&gt;E isso não é nenhuma surpresa&lt;br /&gt;Você acha que não sei exatamente qual é meu lugar?&lt;br /&gt;Esse mundo está me obrigando a segurar sua mão&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sou apenas uma garota, uma garotinha&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe fora da sua visão&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas uma garota, bonita e pequenininha&lt;br /&gt;Então  me deixe ter  direitos&lt;br /&gt;Oh...Eu estou até aqui!&lt;br /&gt;No momento que eu pisei lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Tive varias razões para correr e me esconder&lt;br /&gt;Não posso fazer todas as coisas que tanto queria&lt;br /&gt;Porque são todas as mesmas coisas de que tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sou apenas uma garota, prefereria não ser&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles não me deixam dirigir tarde da noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou apenas uma garoa&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sou algum tipo de louca&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles ficam sentados me encarando com aquele olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas uma garota,&lt;br /&gt;Dê uma boa olhada em mim apenas o seu típico modelo&lt;br /&gt;...Eu estou  aqui!&lt;br /&gt;...Eu sendo clara?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou apenas uma garota no mundo...&lt;br /&gt;É tudo o que você me deixa ser!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou apenas uma garota, vivendo presa&lt;br /&gt;Suas regras me fazem ficar preocupada&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou apenas uma garota,qual será meu destino?&lt;br /&gt;O que sou obrigada a fazer me faz ficar entorpecida&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou apenas uma garota, minhas desculpas&lt;br /&gt;O que eu me tornei é tão insuportável&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas uma garota.&lt;br /&gt;Sorte minha.&lt;br /&gt;Twiddle-dum* não tem nem comparação...Eu estou...aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Twiddle-dum*= personagem da estória Alice no País das Maravilhas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-1586297168810690820?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-1355028963840791945</id><published>2008-09-23T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:47:23.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SNlGVGOz_pI/AAAAAAAAARc/DCXKcjK-jHw/s1600-h/socks1-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249304168940961426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SNlGVGOz_pI/AAAAAAAAARc/DCXKcjK-jHw/s200/socks1-24.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*As Pequenas Escolhas da Minha Vida*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sigo por caminhos tortuosos, misteriosos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;me perdendo por estradas simples, até mesmo no caminho de volta para casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sentindo o frio e o desconforto da incerteza, finjo sorrir mesmo que minha alma esteja em prantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Busco em braços estranhos conforto para minhas dores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Escolhi viver escondida num mundo de sonhos e fantasias numa realidade que não é minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Onde os principes com seus cabelos de anjo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e toque delicado provocam-me arrepios que chegam ser tortura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Onde cada segundo de um beijo dura uma eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;escolho viver aqui onde tudo é perfeito, tranquilo, e simples com paredes escuras e teto de cristal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-1355028963840791945?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1355028963840791945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SNlGVGOz_pI/AAAAAAAAARc/DCXKcjK-jHw/s72-c/socks1-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-7535979646529895910</id><published>2008-09-11T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:58:45.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*MiDaS*</title><content type='html'>Na tentativa de sentir teu gosto&lt;br /&gt;Minha emoção tem sido tão fulgaz&lt;br /&gt;Em cada corpo que não ve teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Faz carinho, sexo, mas amor não faz&lt;br /&gt;E a solidão é a porta da loucura&lt;br /&gt;Essa saudade não me deixa em paz&lt;br /&gt;E o meu desejo quando te procura&lt;br /&gt;Tá nesse vazio que me dói demais&lt;br /&gt;E o teu silêncio grita em meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Teu beijo vive no meu paladar&lt;br /&gt;Te sinto em cada um dos meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Em pensamento chego a te tocar&lt;br /&gt;Virou um vícioEssa paixão insana&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado é frágil, te avisei só pra te lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração é pura porcelana&lt;br /&gt;E pode se quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Onde andará&lt;br /&gt;Que paixões terá&lt;br /&gt;Quando voltará&lt;br /&gt;Ou me esquecerá&lt;br /&gt;Me diz se devo insistir no sonho&lt;br /&gt;Ou desiludir de uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Tire as algemas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não, não vou deixar&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixar&lt;br /&gt;Falei por falar&lt;br /&gt;Volta pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;Me ajude a ver de novo a luz do sol&lt;br /&gt;Me poupe por favor&lt;br /&gt;Do desprazer que deve ser morrer de amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-7535979646529895910?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/7535979646529895910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=7535979646529895910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/7535979646529895910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/7535979646529895910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/09/na-tentativa-de-sentir-teu-gosto-minha.html' title='*MiDaS*'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-5418379249229030343</id><published>2008-08-17T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:02:03.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu desistiria da eternidade para te tocar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E eu desistiria da eternidade para te tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pois eu sei que você me sente de alguma maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Você é o mais próximo do paraíso que jamais estarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E eu não quero ir para casa agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E tudo que posso provar é este momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E tudo que posso respirar é a sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E cedo ou tarde se acaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu só não quero ficar sem você essa noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quando tudo é feito para não durar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E você não pode lutar contra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; as lágrimas que não virão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ou o momento da verdade em suas mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quando tudo se parece como nos filmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sim, você sangra apenas para saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; que está viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quando tudo é feito pra não durar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quando tudo é feito pra não durar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quando tudo é feito pra não durar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quem eu sou!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/1608847322063363048-5418379249229030343?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/5418379249229030343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=5418379249229030343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/5418379249229030343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/5418379249229030343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-eu-desistiria-da-eternidade-para-te.html' title='Eu desistiria da eternidade para te tocar'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-4226408097502601550</id><published>2008-08-11T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:57:37.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIDAS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encante-me com a tua presença, e, devagar saboreie as minhas rubras faces cheias de desejos secretos e profanos,&lt;br /&gt;Leve - me aos céus com um simples toque de mãos&lt;br /&gt;cordialmente usado para saudação,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe-me nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;e arranque de mimsuspiros sem tocar&lt;br /&gt;Sorria pra mim como se nada maistivesse importância,&lt;br /&gt;como se só existisse&lt;br /&gt;eu e você,&lt;br /&gt;por um segundo apenas...&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/1608847322063363048-4226408097502601550?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4226408097502601550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=4226408097502601550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/4226408097502601550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/4226408097502601550'/><link rel='alternate' 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saudade dos nossos momentos secretos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No terceiro dia da tua ausência...&lt;br /&gt;minha voz gritava e ninguem a ouvia;&lt;br /&gt;chamava em suplicas teu nome repetidamente&lt;br /&gt;entre as cobertas e o calor do meu corpo podia sentir&lt;br /&gt;a tua presença... casa vazia silencio que me enlouquece&lt;br /&gt;desço as escadas... ainda sem roupa, Não era você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quinto dia da tua ausencia...&lt;br /&gt;morri de amores por ti!&lt;br /&gt;MIRA XIMENES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-1824140209712484751?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1824140209712484751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=1824140209712484751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1824140209712484751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1824140209712484751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-escondi.html' title='Ausencia'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-2460600402284338217</id><published>2008-07-27T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:02:47.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VENHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se esconda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se mostre, me explore,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me tenha... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não me detenha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Permita que minha loucura se enlace com sua lucidez...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Façamos desse encontro uma aventura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma única e interminável noite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sejamos loucos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conscientemente inconseqüentes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos tocar, provocar, sugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explorar os sentidos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tatear os contornos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descobrir os recôncavos e preenchê-los com as mais loucas fantasias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até encontrar o encaixe perfeito do meu corpo no seu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E finalmente, nessa troca louca de fluidos saciar a sua, a minha a nossa sede &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas densas águas do nosso prazer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-2460600402284338217?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/2460600402284338217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=2460600402284338217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/2460600402284338217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/2460600402284338217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/07/venha.html' title='VENHA'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-172065033383455332</id><published>2008-07-22T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T04:39:26.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POR ONDE ANDEI (Nando Reis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Amor eu sinto a sua falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E a falta é a morte da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Como um dia q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ue roubaram o seu carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Deixou uma lembrança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Desculpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Estou um pouco atrasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mas espero que ainda dê tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;De dizer que andei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Errado e eu entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;As suas queixas tão justificáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E a falta que eu fiz nessa semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Coisas que pareceriam óbvias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Até pra uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Por onde andei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Enquanto você me procurava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Será que eu sei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Que você é mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Que a vida é mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Coisa muito frágil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Uma bobagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Uma irrelevância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Diante da eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Do amor de quem se ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Por onde andei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Enquanto você me procurava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E o que eu te dei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Foi muito pouco ou quase nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E o que eu deixei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Algumas roupas penduradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Será que eu sei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Que você é mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que me faltava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1608847322063363048-172065033383455332?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/172065033383455332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=172065033383455332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/172065033383455332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/172065033383455332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/07/desculpe-estou-um-pouco-atrasado-mas.html' title='POR ONDE ANDEI (Nando Reis)'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-332516180694907506</id><published>2008-07-21T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:21:33.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perda de tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SIXKmL9aV4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/wCDgkZfjhMk/s1600-h/0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225805700027537282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SIXKmL9aV4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/wCDgkZfjhMk/s200/0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Foi tudo uma perda de tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Agoniamos à sombra de um amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Torcendo estradas nas entranhas do rancor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Como as aranhas que cosem teias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nas suas manhas de quem faz cadeias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Para prender corações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Foi tudo a base de uma ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tal castelo de areia de dolorosa satisfação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Na dependência de marés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Que explodem fés na sua ascendência de finalização...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;É o tudo que cria o nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Que segura este momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Na calada de uma expressão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Que diz que isto não é paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;É tudo uma perda de tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Por tudo o que nunca existiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Deixa de existir para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Perde-te nos teus amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Porque para mim o amor não é assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Já que seguiste o teu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Enquanto apaguei o meu passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Esquece que estou sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Porque nunca te lembraste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Que nunca estiveste ao meu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Foi tudo uma perda de tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Os erros são teus... o sofrimento pertence-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E visto que quem amou fui eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O que é que a consciência vence!&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/1608847322063363048-332516180694907506?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/332516180694907506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=332516180694907506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-1250842495912680463</id><published>2008-07-04T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:36:43.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABRA TEU CORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>Quando tua alma parecer pequena,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando achar que amarnão mais vale a pena,&lt;br /&gt;Abra teu coração!&lt;br /&gt;E quando a noite chegar&lt;br /&gt;E a solidão te alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, eu peço,&lt;br /&gt;Abra teu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Vou te contar um segredo:&lt;br /&gt;Um coração só abre por dentro&lt;br /&gt;E só o dono tem a chave!&lt;br /&gt;E se ele se fecha ou se abre&lt;br /&gt;Depende unicamente de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Abra!&lt;br /&gt;Tire as mágoas,&lt;br /&gt;Jogue fora as tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe somente doces lembranças&lt;br /&gt;E faça um lugarzinho&lt;br /&gt;Pra acolher as belezas&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida te reserva.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que a ternura vai fluir.&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração renovado&lt;br /&gt;Será fonte de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;E será maravilhoso te ver sorrir!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-1250842495912680463?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1250842495912680463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=1250842495912680463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1250842495912680463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1250842495912680463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/07/quando-tua-alma-parecer-pequena-mesmo.html' title='ABRA TEU CORAÇÃO'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-6869553369323993769</id><published>2008-07-04T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:35:43.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR VERDADEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Se o amor for grande,&lt;br /&gt;A espera não será eterna,&lt;br /&gt;Os problemas não serão dilemas,&lt;br /&gt;E a distância será vencida.&lt;br /&gt;Se a compreensão insistir,&lt;br /&gt;As brigas fortalecerão-nos,&lt;br /&gt;Os fatos farão-nos rir,&lt;br /&gt;E os diálogos marcarão-nos.&lt;br /&gt;Se o respeito prevalecer,&lt;br /&gt;Os carinhos serão doces e suaves,&lt;br /&gt;Os beijos profundos e cheios de valor,&lt;br /&gt;E os abraços calorosos e confortantes.&lt;br /&gt;Se a confiança existir,&lt;br /&gt;A dúvida se extinguirá,&lt;br /&gt;As perguntas serão respondidas,&lt;br /&gt;E as palavras poderão ser ditas.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não seja um amor eterno.&lt;br /&gt;E não é um amor doentio,&lt;br /&gt;Nem um amor ideal.&lt;br /&gt;Mas um amor verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que vence as barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Impostas pela vida e pelas ocasiões.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que não teme a escolha,&lt;br /&gt;E faz a opção de simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Ser intensamente vivido&lt;br /&gt;EU AMO VOCÊ *PORCARIA*&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/1608847322063363048-6869553369323993769?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/6869553369323993769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=6869553369323993769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/6869553369323993769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/6869553369323993769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/07/se-o-amor-for-grande-espera-no-ser.html' title='AMOR VERDADEIRO'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-4919322271982436922</id><published>2008-07-03T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:46:53.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;todas as manhãs quando procuro a minha imagem no espelho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;encontro uma nova pessoa mais forte e decidida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Por fora é o que aparento por detro... pobre alma perdida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a vagar no universo de suas proprias inseguranças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sufoco mais uma vez o amor que sinto e volto a sorrir!&lt;/span&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/1608847322063363048-4919322271982436922?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4919322271982436922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=4919322271982436922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/4919322271982436922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/4919322271982436922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/07/todas-as-manhs-quando-procuro-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-3127677292995880100</id><published>2008-07-03T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:47:40.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*FRASES*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Por onde andei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Enquanto você me procurava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;será que eu sei que você é tudo aquilo que me faltava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amo como ama o amor. Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar. Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo, se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo?" (Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"O amor é a poesia dos sentidos. Ou é sublime, ou não existe. Quando existe, existe para sempre e vai crescendo dia a dia."(Honoré de Balzac)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"tenho um velho bau chamado coração, dele transborda o único tesouro que possuo e que posso te oferecer, o meu amor" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-3127677292995880100?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/3127677292995880100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=3127677292995880100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/3127677292995880100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/3127677292995880100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/07/frases.html' title='*FRASES*'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-1650719841534105407</id><published>2008-07-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:21:34.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAGIO...INEVITAVEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SGrmHCKG59I/AAAAAAAAAPM/kOvimyqtgO4/s1600-h/6134932-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218236126774880210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SGrmHCKG59I/AAAAAAAAAPM/kOvimyqtgO4/s200/6134932-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez nossas cabeças não conseguiram captar as mensagens das luzinhas, e na bagunça do coração, perderam-se ! Se fôssemos do mesmo sexo, poderíamos sim enxergar como grande amizade! Mas como sexos opostos a atração física e o frio na barriga não deixaram barato...prevaleceram! Como só queríamos estar próximos um do outro, foi inevitável a aproximação ...o abraço... ...o beijo... ...a atração física... ...a cobrança... ...o incômodo... ...as discussões... ...e o inevitável apagar das luzinhas! Acho que não estávamos preparados a nível de “corpo-mente-espírito” para tal sentimento, Talvez usamos demais o raciocínio... Ou usamos demais o coração... Ou mesmo devêssemos usá-los mais... Quem sabe se não estávamos procurando a liberdade, e nos aprisionamos no nosso afair?... ...e continuamos, agora, procurando a liberdade saciando-se do livre arbítrio que Deus nos deu a cada um “individualmente”! eu também ainda te amo! ...e muito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1608847322063363048-1650719841534105407?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1650719841534105407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=1650719841534105407' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1650719841534105407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1650719841534105407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/07/plagioinevitavel.html' title='PLAGIO...INEVITAVEL'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SGrmHCKG59I/AAAAAAAAAPM/kOvimyqtgO4/s72-c/6134932-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-4760704172767922125</id><published>2008-06-28T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:21:34.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quero ter você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SGbPTuPslwI/AAAAAAAAANM/P1H8ybrkzRA/s1600-h/Together_by_Shiskababe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217085156093630210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SGbPTuPslwI/AAAAAAAAANM/P1H8ybrkzRA/s400/Together_by_Shiskababe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nas ruas de outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Os meus passos vão ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E todo abandono que eu sentia vai passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As folhas pelo chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Que um dia o vento vai levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meus olhos só verão que tudo poderá mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu voltei por entre as flores da estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pra dizer que sem você não há mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quero ter você bem mais que perto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;você eu sinto o céu aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Daria pra escrever um livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Se eu fosse contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tudo que passei antes de te encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pego sua mão e peço pra me escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seu olhar me diz que você quer me acompanhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu voltei por entre as flores da estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pra dizer que sem você não há mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quero ter você bem mais que perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Com você eu sinto o céu aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quero ter você bem mais que perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Com você eu sinto o céu aberto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-4760704172767922125?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4760704172767922125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=4760704172767922125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/4760704172767922125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Queria eu poder falar tudo que sinto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me lançar no abismo que é a minha alma e retirar de lá todos os meus segredos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Muito embora não poderia pois se te deixasse conhecer tudo de mim O QUE EU SERIA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alguem totalmente previsível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Basta apenas que tu saibas o óbvio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOU LOUCA POR TI&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/1608847322063363048-1929077997734525554?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1929077997734525554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=1929077997734525554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1929077997734525554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1929077997734525554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/queria-eu-poder-falar-tudo-que-sinto-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-5591341280126150024</id><published>2008-06-28T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:36:08.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>valente menina</title><content type='html'>"Valente menina!" Lá embaixo, na rua, era tocante seu pequeno vulto, reduzido pela projeção vertical. Iria com os olhos úmidos ou sentiria apenas a alma vazia? "Valente menina!" Como a chilena que enfrentava o mar, em Isla Negra, ela também enfrentava sua solidão. E eu ficava com a minha, parado, burro, triste, vendo-a partir por minha culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Faço-me estas perguntas, e ao mesmo tempo me sinto ridículo em fazê-las. Essa moça tem a vida pela frente, e um dia se lembrará de nossa história como de uma anedota engraçada de sua própria vida, e talvez a conte a outro homem olhando-o nos olhos, passando a mão pelos seus cabelos, às vezes rindo — e talvez ele suspeite de que seja tudo mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rubem Braga&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/1608847322063363048-5591341280126150024?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/5591341280126150024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=5591341280126150024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/5591341280126150024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/5591341280126150024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/valente-menina.html' title='valente menina'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-7827860553916962650</id><published>2008-06-26T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:29:44.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aprecies o perfume das flores... e deixes que ele te guie a mente... e depois... somente muito depois... as asas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LIBERTINE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-7827860553916962650?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/7827860553916962650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=7827860553916962650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/7827860553916962650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/7827860553916962650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/aprecies-o-perfume-das-flores.html' title=''/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-938408968084889760</id><published>2008-06-26T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:34:17.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Por que Deus permite que as mães vão-se embora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mãe não tem limite, é tempo sem hora, luz que não apaga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;quando sopra o vento e chuva desaba,veludo escondido na pele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;enrugada, água pura, ar puro, puro pensamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morrer acontece com o que é breve e passa sem deixar vestígio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mãe, na sua graça, é eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por que Deus se lembra- mistério profundo -de tirá-la um dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fosse eu Rei do Mundo,baixava uma lei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mãe não morre nunca, mãe ficará sempre junto de seu filho e ele, velho embora, será pequenino feito grão de milho.&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/1608847322063363048-938408968084889760?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/938408968084889760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=938408968084889760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/938408968084889760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/938408968084889760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/para-sempre-por-que-deus-permiteque-as.html' title=''/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-2003245140322577384</id><published>2008-06-26T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:56:19.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BONS AMIGOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abençoados os que possuem amigos, os que os têm sem pedir.Porque amigo não se pede, não se compra, nem se vende.Amigo a gente sente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Benditos os que sofrem por amigos, os que falam com o olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque amigo não se cala, não questiona, nem se rende.Amigo a gente entende!Benditos os que guardam amigos, os que entregam o ombro pra chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque amigo sofre e chora.Amigo não tem hora pra consolar!Benditos sejam os amigos que acreditam na tua verdade ou te apontam a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque amigo é a direção.Amigo é a base quando falta o chão!Benditos sejam todos os amigos de raízes, verdadeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque amigos são herdeiros da real sagacidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ter amigos é a melhor cumplicidade!Há pessoas que choram por saber que as rosas têm espinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Há outras que sorriem por saber que os espinhos têm rosas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Machado_de_Assis/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Machado de Assis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-2003245140322577384?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/2003245140322577384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=2003245140322577384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/2003245140322577384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/2003245140322577384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/amigos.html' title='amigos'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-9179269973259079807</id><published>2008-06-24T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:01:26.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>segredos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;olhando para dentro de mim, vejo escuridão e medo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o meu peito sangra cada vez que tenho de sufocar meus sentimentos e meus desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cada vez tornam-se mais e mais secretos; até mesmo para mim de tanto esconde-los ficaram quietos e amedrontados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De que vai me adiantar caregar esse peso que é o desejo que sinto por você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As vezes estais aqui; outras não,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tudo volta a ficar sombrio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mais basta você chegar e um simples oi seu me desmonta me desmancha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me pergunto por que continuo, sem certezas nem promessas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;apenas vou ficando com o que sobra de ti... Com as migalhas que caem no chão;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Pergunto-me porque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sou livre para ir embora... sou passáro sem rumo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;não sei o que me prende se garantia nenhuma tenho do teu querer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;só vejo descazo...frieza...e DOR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-9179269973259079807?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/9179269973259079807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=9179269973259079807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/9179269973259079807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/9179269973259079807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/olhando-para-dentro-de-mim-vejo.html' title='segredos'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-358417959950591239</id><published>2008-06-23T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:32:08.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MINHA MAIOR CONTRADIÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;(Morgana)&lt;br /&gt;Você é nascente e poente,&lt;br /&gt;caminho e atalho,&lt;br /&gt;aluno e mestre,&lt;br /&gt;acre e doce,&lt;br /&gt;ontem e hoje,&lt;br /&gt;sagrado e profano,&lt;br /&gt;realidade e delírio,&lt;br /&gt;criança e homem,&lt;br /&gt;certeza e dúvida,&lt;br /&gt;pureza e volúpia,&lt;br /&gt;saudade e alegria,&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas e sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;labirinto e paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;ansiedade e alento,&lt;br /&gt;angustia e serenidade,&lt;br /&gt;insegurança e submissão,&lt;br /&gt;medida e excesso,&lt;br /&gt;meus verdes anos,&lt;br /&gt;meu amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;minha interrogação,&lt;br /&gt;minha maior contradição,&lt;br /&gt;você sou,&lt;br /&gt;você é meu,&lt;br /&gt;ponto final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-358417959950591239?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/358417959950591239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=358417959950591239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/358417959950591239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/358417959950591239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/minha-maior-contradio-morgana-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-7982261648972287097</id><published>2008-06-21T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:24:14.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A maior covardia de um homem é despertar o amor de uma mulher sem ter a intenção de amá-la.&lt;br /&gt;sei que essa frase é totalmente batida; mas para nós as mulheres seres com sentimento,ela é pura e totalmente verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;É muito estranho e incompreensivel o universo masculino&lt;br /&gt;ele sempre querem atenção sempre querem ser exclusivos,&lt;br /&gt;sempre querem, querem, querem....&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando somos nós que pedimos, nossa caem sobre nós acusações do tipo:&lt;br /&gt;você me sufoca,&lt;br /&gt;não passa de uma menina mimada,&lt;br /&gt;deixa de fricote...&lt;br /&gt;Quando eles estão de bom humor,&lt;br /&gt;mas quando não estão ainda é pior:&lt;br /&gt;eles simplismente murmuram uma ou duas palavras, desconversam e RONCAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria mesmo de nao me importar,&lt;br /&gt;mas não tem como pois eles nos renegam nos criticam e alguns deles até nos humilham(nos casos em que as mulheres não se valorizam mesmooo)&lt;br /&gt;todavia, não conheço nenhum homem que tenha optado por viver totalmente só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-7982261648972287097?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/7982261648972287097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=7982261648972287097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Eu hoje vou pro lado de lá&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô levando tudo de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra não ter razão pra chorar&lt;br /&gt;Vê se te alimenta&lt;br /&gt;E não pensa que eu fui por não te amar&lt;br /&gt;Cuida do teu&lt;br /&gt;Pra que ninguém te jogue no chão&lt;br /&gt;Procure dividir-se em alguém&lt;br /&gt;Procure-me em qualquer confusão&lt;br /&gt;Levanta e te sustenta&lt;br /&gt;E não pensa que eu fui por não te amar&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver você maior, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Pra que minha vida siga adiante&lt;br /&gt;Adeus você&lt;br /&gt;Não venha mais me negacear&lt;br /&gt;Teu choro não me faz desistir&lt;br /&gt;Teu riso não me faz reclinar&lt;br /&gt;Acalma essa tormenta&lt;br /&gt;E se agüenta, que eu vou pro meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;É bom...Às vezes se perder&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter razão&lt;br /&gt;É um dom...&lt;br /&gt;Saber envaidecer&lt;br /&gt;Por si&lt;br /&gt;Saber mudar de tom&lt;br /&gt;Quero não saber de cor, também&lt;br /&gt;Pra que minha vida siga adiante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-6341196016044936966?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/6341196016044936966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=6341196016044936966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/6341196016044936966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/6341196016044936966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/adeus-voc-eu-hoje-vou-pro-lado-de-l-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-4620123446490404583</id><published>2008-06-15T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:54:55.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dores no abismo da ALMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quem me entende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quem vai me entender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;momentos que estou só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que eu mesma consigo ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;por que o egoismo impera se somos parte de um todo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;e por que não vem me socorrer...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;devia me livrar de sentimentos que me fazem mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no entanto faço parte de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quantas oportunidades eu tive,e coisas deixei de fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;para esperar por algo que nunca sei se conseguirei ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que se sente sem alma ó doce anjo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;se és o mais sublime dos seres que por toda minha vida hei de ter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aquieta-te coração pois o que é fato nosso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nunca deixará de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MIRA XIMENES&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-4620123446490404583?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/4620123446490404583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=4620123446490404583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/4620123446490404583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SFAwoZ2ZZzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SQp3HvldNHo/s400/vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-800554202561189436?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/800554202561189436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=800554202561189436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/800554202561189436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/800554202561189436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SFAwoZ2ZZzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SQp3HvldNHo/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-9046997070747687150</id><published>2008-06-10T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:21:35.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SE6tU4f9tBI/AAAAAAAAALE/tlYhgAWf0DU/s1600-h/Z1ij0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210292393189684242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="168" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SE6tU4f9tBI/AAAAAAAAALE/tlYhgAWf0DU/s400/Z1ij0021.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SE6tEYR84gI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Gcz-4wTkhcQ/s1600-h/imag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devemos ficar aqui&lt;br /&gt;E enfrentar todo o medo&lt;br /&gt;Um dia desses&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando ele aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Devemos estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;O Paraíso poderia ser aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo o seu papel&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrando todo o seu sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Agora e sempre&lt;br /&gt;Mas se esperarmos demais&lt;br /&gt;O que temos vai desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Só ficarão as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Paraíso poderia ser aqui&lt;br /&gt;Poderíamos talvez começar uma nova vida hoje&lt;br /&gt;O Paraíso poderia ser aqui&lt;br /&gt;Poder amar sem jogar tudo fora&lt;br /&gt;O Paraíso poderia ser aqui&lt;br /&gt;Você e eu, sabemos que somos os nossos melhores amigos&lt;br /&gt;O Paraíso poderia ser aqui&lt;br /&gt;Quem achou que chegaríamos tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Tentando durante todos esses anos&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento de que poderíamos nos separar&lt;br /&gt;Era mais do que eu conseguiria suportar eu faria qualquer coisa se você ficasse&lt;br /&gt;Se você ficasse&lt;br /&gt;Diga devemos ficar aqui e enfrentar todo o medo um dia desses?&lt;br /&gt;O Paraíso poderia ser aqui&lt;br /&gt;valer a natureza humana Com você ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;O Paraíso poderia ser aqui&lt;br /&gt;Claro que podemos decidir fugir&lt;br /&gt;Mas estaríamos fugindo de tudo isso aqui, quando&lt;br /&gt;O Paraíso poderia ser aqui&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/1608847322063363048-9046997070747687150?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/9046997070747687150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=9046997070747687150' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/9046997070747687150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/9046997070747687150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-could-be-heaven-devemos-ficar-qui.html' title='MEDO'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SE6tU4f9tBI/AAAAAAAAALE/tlYhgAWf0DU/s72-c/Z1ij0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-3411948188282922867</id><published>2008-06-08T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:21:35.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SExqd-wgzII/AAAAAAAAAK0/jzI05wULUv8/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209655932256046210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SExqd-wgzII/AAAAAAAAAK0/jzI05wULUv8/s400/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Você pode me ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Do jeito que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu não vou fazer esforço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Prá te contrariar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;De tantas mil maneiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Que eu posso ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Estou certa que uma delas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Vai te agradar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque eu sou feita pro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Da cabeça aos pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;E não faço outra coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Do que me doar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Se causei alguma dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não foi por querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Nunca tive a intenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;De te machucar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque eu gosto é de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;E rosas, de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Acompanhadas de um bilhete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Me deixam nervosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Toda mulher gosta de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;E rosas, de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Muitas vezes são vermelhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas sempre são rosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Se teu santo por acaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não bater com o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu retomo o meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;E nada a declarar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Meia culpa cada um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Que vá cuidar do seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Se for só um arranhão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu não vou nem soprar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque eu sou feita pro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Da cabeça aos pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;E não faço outra coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Do que me doar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Se causei alguma dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não foi por querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Nunca tive a intenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;De te machucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque eu gosto é de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;E rosas, de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Acompanhadas de um bilhete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Me deixam nervosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Toda mulher gosta de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;E rosas, de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Muitas vezes são vermelhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas sempre são rosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque eu gosto é de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;E rosas, de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Acompanhadas de um bilhete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Me deixam nervosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Toda mulher gosta de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;E rosas, de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Muitas vezes são vermelhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas sempre são rosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Você pode me ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Do jeito que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu não vou fazer esforço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Prá te contrariar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;De tantas mil maneiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Que eu posso ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Estou certa que uma delas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Vai te agradar...&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/1608847322063363048-3411948188282922867?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/3411948188282922867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=3411948188282922867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-5485298757973588231</id><published>2008-06-04T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:21:35.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SEbEDXMihWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WqDzvm5bDgM/s1600-h/vbh.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paz, eu quero paz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Paz,&lt;br /&gt;eu quero paz&lt;br /&gt;Já me cansei de ser a última a saber de ti&lt;br /&gt;Se todo mundo sabe quem te faz chegar mais tarde&lt;br /&gt;Eu já cansei de imaginar você com ela&lt;br /&gt;Diz pra mim se vale a pena, amor&lt;br /&gt;A gente ria tanto desses nossos desencontros&lt;br /&gt;Mas você passou do ponto e agora eu já não sei mais...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero paz&lt;br /&gt;Quero dançar com outro par pra variar, amor&lt;br /&gt;Não dá mais pra fingir que ainda não vi&lt;br /&gt;As cicatrizes que ela fez&lt;br /&gt;Se desta vez ela é senhora deste amor&lt;br /&gt;Pois vá embora, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Que não demora pra essa dor... sangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já me cansei de ser a última a saber de ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se todo mundo sabe quem te faz chegar mais tarde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu já cansei de imaginar você com ela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diz pra mim se vale a pena, amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gente ria tanto desses nossos desencontros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas você passou do ponto e agora eu já não sei mais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero paz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero dançar com outro par pra variar, amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não dá mais pra fingir que ainda não vi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As cicatrizes que ela fez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se desta vez ela é senhora deste amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois vá embora, por favor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não demora pra essa dor... sangrar&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/1608847322063363048-5485298757973588231?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/5485298757973588231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=5485298757973588231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/5485298757973588231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Não desesperes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Talvez um dia, para além dos dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Encontres o que queres porque o queres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Então, livre de falsas nostalgias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Atingirás a perfeição de seres.&lt;br /&gt;Mas pobre sonho o que só quer não tê-lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pobre esperança a de existir somente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Como quem passa a mão pelo cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E em si mesmo se sente diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Como faz mal ao sonho o concebê-lo!&lt;br /&gt;Sossega, coração, contudo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dorme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O sossego não quer razão nem causa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quer só a noite plácida e enorme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A grande, universal, solente pausa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Antes que tudo em tudo se transforme.&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Fernando Pessoa &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/1608847322063363048-175956535060505025?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/175956535060505025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=175956535060505025' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/175956535060505025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SEWxrE5gFYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JOo6JJwIpgQ/s400/Rosas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca disse que iria ser&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa certa pra você&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou eu quem te adora&lt;br /&gt;Se fico um tempo sem te procurar&lt;br /&gt;É pra saudade nos aproximar&lt;br /&gt;E eu já não vejo a hora&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo esconder&lt;br /&gt;Certo ou errado, eu quero ter você&lt;br /&gt;Ei, você sabe que eu não sei jogar&lt;br /&gt;Não é meu dom representar&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento aparentar frieza mas não dá&lt;br /&gt;É como uma represa pronta pra jorrar&lt;br /&gt;Querendo iluminarA estrada, a casa,&lt;br /&gt;o quarto onde você está&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra ocultar&lt;br /&gt;Algo preso quer sair do meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Atravessar montanhas e te alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Tocar o seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Te fazer me enxergar e se enxergar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina( musica)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-1735421482291618717?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1735421482291618717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=1735421482291618717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1735421482291618717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1735421482291618717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/aqui-eu-nunca-disse-que-iria-ser-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SEWxrE5gFYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JOo6JJwIpgQ/s72-c/Rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-3489744821316878271</id><published>2008-06-03T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:21:36.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SEWF6uKyoqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uaUdrWpiK7A/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207715787996045986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SEWF6uKyoqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uaUdrWpiK7A/s400/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu não gosto do sol, eu tenho medo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me leiam nos olhos o segredoDe não amar ninguém, de ser assim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto da Noite imensa, triste, preta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como esta estranha e doida borboleta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu sinto sempre a voltejar em mim."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dizer algo agora seria plágio.:* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MIRA XIMENES &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1608847322063363048-3489744821316878271?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/3489744821316878271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=3489744821316878271' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/3489744821316878271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/3489744821316878271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-no-gosto-do-sol-eu-tenho-medo-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SEWF6uKyoqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uaUdrWpiK7A/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-1313093281831749752</id><published>2008-06-01T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:21:36.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>À BEIRA- MAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SEWzqEt3JkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lmL3LJu0j78/s1600-h/IMAG0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207766079525824066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SEWzqEt3JkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lmL3LJu0j78/s400/IMAG0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Convém camuflar nas profundezas da alma as palavras mais puras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fixar o olhar na areia maciaonde, a todo instante, a espuma branca faz carícias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Melhor seja que a brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;– mistura de sal e maresia –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;castigue os lábios em sorriso, carregando pro maro mais leve sussurro, pairando sobre as ondulações as palavras proibidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sendo assim,...que só as aves marinhas decifrem a poesia que existe quando minhas lembranças, façam aflorar dos sentidos os desejos mais além... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mergulhando-as em sonhos,no abissal das emoções...como convém!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RITA COSTA e ANDRÉ L. SOARES.&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/1608847322063363048-1313093281831749752?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1313093281831749752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=1313093281831749752' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1313093281831749752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1313093281831749752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/convm-camuflarnas-profundezas-da-almaas.html' title='À BEIRA- MAR'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SEWzqEt3JkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lmL3LJu0j78/s72-c/IMAG0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1608847322063363048.post-1668252247795119565</id><published>2008-06-01T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:30:18.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONA DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;deixo um pedaço de mim encada lugar que passo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porem ninguem me têm por inteiro;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;só eu sei o que sinto, o que penso, só eu sou dona de mim. Dos meus atos dos meus passos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não coloque sobre meus ombros uma cruz que não é minha,carregue seus proprios medos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pois os meus já me bastam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;compartilhe comigo suas alegrias e suas dores mas nunca as suas fraquezas pois cada um tem a responssabilidade sobre si mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MIRA XIMENES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1608847322063363048-1668252247795119565?l=mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/feeds/1668252247795119565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1608847322063363048&amp;postID=1668252247795119565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1668252247795119565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1608847322063363048/posts/default/1668252247795119565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mira-almaaoavesso.blogspot.com/2008/06/deixo-um-pedao-de-mim-encada-lugar-que.html' title='DONA DE MIM'/><author><name>mira Ximenes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07002686683162066739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yk_R-O5Xf6Y/SQB5lwAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bDG4lWlmxVo/S220/m10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
