<?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-3990697660140552841</id><updated>2012-01-07T16:02:52.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TemPoemaNoAr</title><subtitle type='html'>Diário aberto, coração exposto, corpo descoberto.
Espaço, exposição, pensamentos,  onde  deitar e rolar é  ser e  estar. 
Aqui recebo  amigos especiais para vir, viver e participar. 
Sejam bem vindos a essa casa onde o vento sopra macio e o tempo é poesia.
Seu comentário é mais que especial!
Meu muito obrigada a Gi e a Edu que sempre estão me incentivando para que eu continue e me renove a cada dia.
Beijo grande</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8051757451606552104</id><published>2008-06-20T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:30:31.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia aprendi</title><content type='html'>“Um dia aprendi que é na tristeza que mostramos o nosso melhor, porque na tristeza não conseguimos esconder o que somos, nem disfarçar o que sentimos, nem adiar o que existe, nem driblar o que fingimos.&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza nos faz verdadeiros, apesar de quebrados, inteiros. &lt;br /&gt;A  tristeza nos derruba ao chão, despedaça o coração , mas faz nascer de algum lugar uma chama que, se não fosse o profundo que a tristeza traz , pareceria em vão.&lt;br /&gt;E se em algum momento  tentar disfarçar não é possível porque a tristeza não mente ,nem consegue enganar ao mais perfeito ator, porque a arte que a tristeza nos dá é de poder ser, sem explicar , o mais verdadeiro , que só a tristeza e o amor podem mostrar.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia também aprendi que a dor passa e as verdades ficam , a dor parece que destrói mas constrói , o mais verdadeiro ser. &lt;br /&gt;Ser porque é, ser porque o ser representa o estar.&lt;br /&gt;Estar é mais que  profundo , só para quem sabe SER.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8051757451606552104?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8051757451606552104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8051757451606552104' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8051757451606552104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8051757451606552104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-dia-aprendi.html' title='Um dia aprendi'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-6961186659249668046</id><published>2007-12-26T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T08:31:11.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se todos fossem iguais a você</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/esErSSxtpSs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/esErSSxtpSs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi essa música para dedicar a você, que me é uma pessoa querida.&lt;br /&gt;A todos que aqui vieram me ver, prestigiar, elogiar, dar carinho...enfim...que ficaram poéticamente bem pertinho de mim.&lt;br /&gt;No momento, de tudo que eu gostaria de escrever, essa música foi o que me veio " Se todos fossem iguais a você, que maravilha viver".&lt;br /&gt;E assim, te dedico um ano 10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saúde física e mental&lt;br /&gt;Amor geral&lt;br /&gt;Paz mundial&lt;br /&gt;Alegrias e risos&lt;br /&gt;Poesias e versos&lt;br /&gt;Fantasias e sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Namoros interminavéis&lt;br /&gt;Beijos calientes&lt;br /&gt;Amigos sempre&lt;br /&gt;E todo o meu carinho e agradecimento por você existir e ser importante para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz 2008=10&lt;br /&gt;AB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-6961186659249668046?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6961186659249668046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=6961186659249668046' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/6961186659249668046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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o caminho que escolhi."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2221545704320768032?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2221545704320768032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2221545704320768032' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2221545704320768032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2221545704320768032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/11/se.html' title='Se...'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-4250428626175828568</id><published>2007-11-18T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:32:46.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>"Vida, valho-me  do ventre que aqui me fez chegar,ventre valente! " AB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-4250428626175828568?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4250428626175828568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=4250428626175828568' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/4250428626175828568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/4250428626175828568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/11/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2933039043903703536</id><published>2007-11-14T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:42:25.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apesar de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar dos meus credos, defino os meus gestos , vou do abstrato ao concreto, perdoou os meus desafetos, crio  modelos, escrevo novos versos.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos meus medos, dos meus exageros, a correnteza que brinco, a água que me leva, sugiro que minha calma , venha de um só caminho, venha da alma&lt;br /&gt;Apesar das minhas glórias, da minha história, do meu mundo de fantasia , acredito em ventania, preciso de alegria, fico desesperada com a ausência do dia&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos pesares, do grito que  tenho guardado , do sufoco das madrugadas, do enrolo de uma toada , brinco com fogo,  retiro carvão da madeira queimada.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de você , apesar de pesar o não saber, apesar de nem conseguir prever , ainda acredito no meu querer , acredito que posso viver meu amor com você.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos pesares, e das minhas incertezas e inseguranças....&lt;br /&gt;Adoro quando você diz que me AMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2933039043903703536?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2933039043903703536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2933039043903703536' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2933039043903703536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2933039043903703536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/11/apesar-de-voc.html' title='Apesar de você'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8871347602451927999</id><published>2007-11-14T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:32:05.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque somos tão íntimos e tão estranhos  te dedico os meus versos&lt;br /&gt;Instáveis e vorazes&lt;br /&gt;Em momentos  distintos...somos destinos tão distantes&lt;br /&gt;Somos íntimos e amantes , seres descobertos, encobertos por uma certeza que causa incertezas quando menos  espero.&lt;br /&gt;Acordo e te vejo perto , durmo e te sinto ausente&lt;br /&gt;Ora unidos , ora desconhecidos , ora breves amigos, ora apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se isso é sonho ou pesadelo, não sei se te conheço ou se te ignoro&lt;br /&gt;Se é um fantasma presente ou um presente fantasma&lt;br /&gt;O cordão umbilical que nos une não é o mesmo de quando estamos sós ou quando nos encontramos por aí&lt;br /&gt;Uma pintura abstrata, natureza morta, uma relação contemporânea em um mundo moderno e  louco que vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Você faz parte dos meus dias incompletos, completamente completos que não sei explicar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8871347602451927999?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8871347602451927999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8871347602451927999' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8871347602451927999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8871347602451927999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/11/pra-voc.html' title='Pra você'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2491867273400037064</id><published>2007-10-31T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:50:27.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas de amor</title><content type='html'>Adoro escrever cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Imaginadas e vividas&lt;br /&gt;Cartas que podem não ser respondidas&lt;br /&gt;Com selo de qualidade , com e sem identidade&lt;br /&gt;Cartas de amor são sempre cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Personagens diversos, caminhos incertos ,&lt;br /&gt;Cartas perdidas e achadas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras guardadas a sete chaves&lt;br /&gt;O segredo do cofre está no seu segredo  particular&lt;br /&gt;Cartas de amor são sempre  cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Não se entristeça comigo&lt;br /&gt;Você tem a opção mais doce de lembrar-me na alegria&lt;br /&gt;Não entristeça  sem entender, nem procurar saber&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que seja injusto ou covarde, pode ser precipitado nas interpretações&lt;br /&gt;Sou verdade não correspondida&lt;br /&gt;Sou a verdade mal vivida&lt;br /&gt;Não julgue sem saber nem sofra pelo mal dizer&lt;br /&gt;Te escrevo com o desejo que me ouça e que de mim tenha sempre boas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que em mim a vontade de te ver persista, e você não possa me ver&lt;br /&gt;Vai entender neste momento que momento é bom de viver&lt;br /&gt;Os  momentos passam e se a gente perde o instante exato&lt;br /&gt;Esse momento vira passado ....&lt;br /&gt;Mas outros presentes há de ter&lt;br /&gt;Presente como essa carta&lt;br /&gt;Cartas de amor, são sempre cartas de amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2491867273400037064?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2491867273400037064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2491867273400037064' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2491867273400037064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2491867273400037064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/10/cartas-de-amor.html' title='Cartas de amor'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2852452795518747675</id><published>2007-10-18T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:02:58.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão I</title><content type='html'>"É ilusão achar que está só, quando está sózinho...estar só pode vir acompanhado de estar junto."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2852452795518747675?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2852452795518747675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2852452795518747675' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2852452795518747675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2852452795518747675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/10/solido-ii.html' title='Solidão I'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-5889667718609593543</id><published>2007-10-17T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:02:20.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão II</title><content type='html'>"A solidão que passava pelo ato de estar fisícamente só , pode passar pelo ato de estar só quando acompanhad0 de pessoas com quem muito esteve."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-5889667718609593543?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5889667718609593543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=5889667718609593543' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/5889667718609593543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/5889667718609593543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/10/solido.html' title='Solidão II'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-1816692985818022817</id><published>2007-10-14T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:04:56.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proteja a natureza</title><content type='html'>A exigência aliada as  escolhas, um furacão de vontades,  idéias e ideais, acumula uma desorganização mental, social, familiar, moral, sentimental&lt;br /&gt;Embaralhamento global, tridimensional&lt;br /&gt;Tragédia ambiental&lt;br /&gt;Proteja a sua natureza , preocupado o pensamento  diz:&lt;br /&gt;“A forma de ser, no meu entender, é particular .&lt;br /&gt;Entenda, respeite a si mesma .Se ouça.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha calma, cautela , emoção e razão&lt;br /&gt;Se vire do avesso, viva os atropelos, acalme a  alma&lt;br /&gt;E se, do  fundo,  vier a lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Atente para o que é viver&lt;br /&gt;Viver de verdade, trás transtornos, instabilidades&lt;br /&gt;Angustias e saudades aliadas a uma enorme vontade&lt;br /&gt;de ganhar o tempo , na luta do desespero de não perder nem um momento&lt;br /&gt;E de não deixar o medo te apanhar em vão.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-1816692985818022817?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1816692985818022817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=1816692985818022817' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1816692985818022817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1816692985818022817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/10/proteja-natureza.html' title='Proteja a natureza'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8867807292469492877</id><published>2007-10-01T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:13:05.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A primeira noite sem você</title><content type='html'>Fez-se breu nesta noite escura&lt;br /&gt;A primeira noite sem você tem uma eternidade sem fim&lt;br /&gt;O dia não nasce nem o sol aparece&lt;br /&gt;Da cortina aberta não entra luz&lt;br /&gt;O mundo parece calado ouvindo os meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha, calada ,abençoada por Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei com saudade... com vontade de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Que nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei com vontade, com um medo da morte&lt;br /&gt;A morte que nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei com uma vontade danada de te ter&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com você&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei....&lt;br /&gt;E isso já é um belo prazer&lt;br /&gt;Acordei&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer, posso sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Acordei para a vida&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia, um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que isso me arda&lt;br /&gt;Um novo dia surge&lt;br /&gt;Pra que não fique tarde&lt;br /&gt;E nem o soluço atrapalhe..&lt;br /&gt;Vou viver por aí, viver até morrer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8867807292469492877?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8867807292469492877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8867807292469492877' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8867807292469492877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8867807292469492877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/10/primeira-noite-sem-voc.html' title='A primeira noite sem você'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8347338757144710428</id><published>2007-09-27T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:28:19.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha como estou fácil!</title><content type='html'>Olha como estou fácil!&lt;br /&gt;Você liga, pede atenção&lt;br /&gt;Paro tudo para falar com você&lt;br /&gt;Me empolgo, me envolvo, esqueço os meus afazeres&lt;br /&gt;Você tira de mim o que quer, dou idéias, bato papo&lt;br /&gt;Solucionamos dúvidas, dividimos mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Se abastece de mim, fica feliz e me diz:&lt;br /&gt;“Vou te deixar aqui, tenho mil coisas pra fazer, o outro telefone não para....tenho que resolver....”&lt;br /&gt;Dou risada e não posso perder o momento de dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que acabei de crer? Que fui muito fácil pra você.&lt;br /&gt;E rindo desligo o telefone concluindo que só amigo usa o outro amigo&lt;br /&gt;Só com amigo que se pode dizer que ligou só pra isso, ou pra aquilo e que pronto, já resolveu o assunto em questão, já tem solução.&lt;br /&gt;Só amigo pensa: Ótimo....se ajudei, ta bom....&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que da próxima vez, eu use você... Sabendo que essas coisas acontecem ...naturalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Com a certeza da palavra ,um amigo usa o outro&lt;br /&gt;.....e lavam as mãos....juntas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8347338757144710428?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8347338757144710428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8347338757144710428' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8347338757144710428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8347338757144710428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/09/olha-como-estou-fcil.html' title='Olha como estou fácil!'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-3516646089204993745</id><published>2007-09-26T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:29:20.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dom</title><content type='html'>Se tens o dom da palavra pode ser quem você é...brincar com o que sente, mostrar pra toda gente,ir e vir, como quiser&lt;br /&gt;Poetas, poetisas, ensaistas,amadores&lt;br /&gt;Artistas, poemeiros,trovadores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejam bem vindos ao nosso mundo de amores onde o tempo traz ardores&lt;br /&gt;Poemas da alma tem saberes e sabores&lt;br /&gt;Alma de poeta fala, Alma de poeta grita&lt;br /&gt;Recita, incita o outro a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Poema vem de uma calma&lt;br /&gt;Que se exalta e se agita&lt;br /&gt;Poema vem de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Onde não se codifica&lt;br /&gt;Poema nas palavras tem vozes ,doces, e por menores&lt;br /&gt;Poemas que vem de dentro, ficam na energia,  latente&lt;br /&gt;Poemas só vem de gente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-3516646089204993745?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3516646089204993745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=3516646089204993745' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/3516646089204993745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/3516646089204993745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/09/dom.html' title='Dom'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-50668892717011480</id><published>2007-09-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:14:21.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6INWnzYSg4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6INWnzYSg4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A primavera chegou!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Te darei as flores que eu puder &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um buquê de sonhos, um ramo de miosótis ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;margaridas, tulipas, orquídeas, rosas,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amor perfeito,girassol, flor de lis ou lótus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flores para um bem querer, flores para alegrar você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A primavera é sua, até que a outra estação chegue e eu possa te ver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se vai vir com o sol, que este ilumine o seu chegar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flores lindas  guardarei para te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-50668892717011480?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/50668892717011480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=50668892717011480' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/50668892717011480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/50668892717011480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/09/primavera-chegou-te-darei-as-flores-que.html' title=''/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-417568388902271001</id><published>2007-09-20T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:55:25.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus órgãos falam por mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/RvNFwFk3ZeI/AAAAAAAAACk/LW5LYYvEJmc/s1600-h/Bocas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112506694428485090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/RvNFwFk3ZeI/AAAAAAAAACk/LW5LYYvEJmc/s400/Bocas+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Falo pelos cotovelos, pela língua, pelo cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Falo de boca aberta, falo pausadamente&lt;br /&gt;Falo mostrando os dentes porque falo contente&lt;br /&gt;Falo de cabeça pra baixo, falo o que vem na mente&lt;br /&gt;....não importando quem me entende&lt;br /&gt;Falo a fala dos mudos, de forma gesticular&lt;br /&gt;Sem forma , sem jeito, regular&lt;br /&gt;Falo com outros planetas&lt;br /&gt;Plantas, flores, cometas&lt;br /&gt;Falo com ricos e pobres, pretos, brancos, amarelos,índios&lt;br /&gt;Com quem encontro no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Falo com essssses, faço beicinho&lt;br /&gt;Falo na feira, pastel, frutas, passarinho&lt;br /&gt;Falo com carinho, falo devagar, normalmente para não errar&lt;br /&gt;As vezes falo alterada me sentindo mal educada&lt;br /&gt;Falo para que eu possa ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Falo e calo, um dialogo entre mim e mim&lt;br /&gt;Falo para aprender, e ser&lt;br /&gt;Falo para que não seja o fim...&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/3990697660140552841-417568388902271001?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/417568388902271001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=417568388902271001' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/417568388902271001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/417568388902271001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/09/meus-rgos-falam-por-mim.html' title='Meus órgãos falam por mim...'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/RvNFwFk3ZeI/AAAAAAAAACk/LW5LYYvEJmc/s72-c/Bocas+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-1195047390402449317</id><published>2007-09-19T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:20:54.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banho de espuma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não quero mais falar da minha saudade&lt;br /&gt;Quero de nós o tempo que der&lt;br /&gt;Quero a verdade, desde que eu esteja incluída&lt;br /&gt;Quero o momento, desde que sejam todos&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais duchas frias&lt;br /&gt;E como uma brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;Quero um banho de banheira cheia de espuma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 236px"&gt;&lt;object height="220" width="180"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/widget.swf?path=1254093&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;id=499303"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/widget.swf?path=1254093&amp;lang=en&amp;autoplay=0&amp;id=499303" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="180" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" href="http://www.deezer.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="free music" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="free music" src="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/footer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Para ouvir clique no nome da música)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-1195047390402449317?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1195047390402449317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=1195047390402449317' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1195047390402449317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1195047390402449317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/09/banho-de-banheira.html' title='Banho de espuma'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2156104144661171650</id><published>2007-09-09T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:55:25.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma flor nasceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/RuTCWwNJlCI/AAAAAAAAACc/l6NQ72oBhfE/s1600-h/orquidea+-nasceu+em+casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108421573497951266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/RuTCWwNJlCI/AAAAAAAAACc/l6NQ72oBhfE/s400/orquidea+-nasceu+em+casa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                     &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AB/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Façam completo silêncio, paralisem os negócios, garanto que uma flor nasceu."&lt;br /&gt;  Drummont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu também garanto que aqui, uma flor nasceu&lt;br /&gt;O jardim floriu&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso aberto, desperto, registro&lt;br /&gt;Modelo, ensaio, estréia&lt;br /&gt;O meu jardim está cada dia mais bonito&lt;br /&gt;É preciso silêncio e música&lt;br /&gt;Um jardim, não floresce do acaso&lt;br /&gt;Boa terra, semeada, adubada&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia , molhado, adulado&lt;br /&gt;Eu garanto, meu jardim é regado&lt;br /&gt;Paciência , vontade e crença&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, eu garanto inocência&lt;br /&gt;Onde nascem lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Amizades antigas e recentes&lt;br /&gt;Cada flor  é um momento&lt;br /&gt;De alegria, verso, riso,fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Poesia, uma nova flor aqui nasceu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2156104144661171650?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2156104144661171650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2156104144661171650' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2156104144661171650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2156104144661171650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/09/uma-flor-nasceu.html' title='Uma flor nasceu'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/RuTCWwNJlCI/AAAAAAAAACc/l6NQ72oBhfE/s72-c/orquidea+-nasceu+em+casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-3061794995229305762</id><published>2007-09-09T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:11:06.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucura boa , viver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9ici5SbvNmLhZXaydmL3d3d/Cachorro%2520Grande%2520-%2520Agora%2520Eu%2520To%2520Bem%2520Louco.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sobre a musica:&lt;br /&gt;Eu não conhecia a banda Cachorro Grande . Por coincidência achei essa música no site Radio Blog. Achei que tinha a ver com a minha poesia , bloguei e depois fui ler a respeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Que surpresa ! Meninos do sul ,que estão concorrendo em três categorias no VMB 2007 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Elogiados por músicos como Dinho (Capital Inicial), Samuel Rosa (Skank), Paula Toller (Kid Abelha). Li no site deles: " Cachorro Grande chega para alertar os mais desavisados de que existe rock n’roll brasileiro sim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bom, não sou muito de rock mas é bom fazer novas descobertas e saber que tem um espaço para tudo de bom na vida da gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boa sorte ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E se depois desse rock todo sobrar um tempinho ....leia minha poesia.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loucura boa, viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se ando preguiçosa&lt;br /&gt;Exigente ou cansada&lt;br /&gt;Maluca ou engraçada&lt;br /&gt;A toa ou atacada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando pensando&lt;br /&gt;Em andar de ponta cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Em virar borboleta&lt;br /&gt;Ter uma motocicleta ,ficar descabelada&lt;br /&gt;E voar por uma estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde vou parar com essas minhas idéias&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se estou criativa ou pirada por um dia&lt;br /&gt;Sobram fantasias ,falta coragem&lt;br /&gt;As vezes me disfarço de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na loucura do meu dia a dia,&lt;br /&gt;Somo o riso, acrescento vontade&lt;br /&gt;E vou voando por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se estou atrasada, apresada ou normal&lt;br /&gt;Nada é igual, tudo tem sabor diferente&lt;br /&gt;Se ando de traz ou de frente&lt;br /&gt;Se pulo o muro ou ando na linha&lt;br /&gt;De cabra cega ou amarelinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trem da vida passa&lt;br /&gt;E passa boi passa boiada&lt;br /&gt;Ando meio descarada&lt;br /&gt;E fico rindo de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se paro o tempo ou se faço ele correr&lt;br /&gt;Ando com umas idéias, umas viagens&lt;br /&gt;Penso em arte e marte&lt;br /&gt;Sacudo a poeira e fico com a sorte&lt;br /&gt;É uma loucura boa&lt;br /&gt;Viver&lt;div 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viver!'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-3929723974762661604</id><published>2007-09-05T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:09:43.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me to the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SNuIjLn9Gbi5ybpRWYy9yczVmcwRmcvd3LyZmLlVmcm5CdlZXayJWY/Frank%2520Sinatra%2520-%2520Fly%2520Me%2520To%2520The%2520Moon.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que esteja minguante&lt;br /&gt;Porque vai ser crescente&lt;br /&gt;Com luas novas e cheias&lt;br /&gt;De amor presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the star&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to see you&lt;br /&gt;My boy, my love, my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;In other words....&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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moon'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-7166766010322584261</id><published>2007-09-03T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:55:25.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnólia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/RtzuCANJlBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ugTXIjQkRn4/s1600-h/magn%C3%B3lia-pedra+azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/RtzuCANJlBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ugTXIjQkRn4/s320/magn%C3%B3lia-pedra+azul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106217795713602578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Magnólia&lt;/span&gt; é uma flor proveniente de plantas do gênero Magnolia, família Magnoliaceae. Também é o nome popular das plantas deste gênero, nativas das zonas temperadas do hemisfério norte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;As magnólias são árvores, arbustos ou arvoretas semi-descíduos ou descíduos, apreciados como ornamentais em jardins, principalmente em locais de clima temperado ou subtropical. Produzem abundantes flores brancas ou rosadas, grandes e perfumadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsTk2xp0nvY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsTk2xp0nvY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-7166766010322584261?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7166766010322584261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=7166766010322584261' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7166766010322584261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7166766010322584261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/09/magnlia.html' title='Magnólia'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/RtzuCANJlBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ugTXIjQkRn4/s72-c/magn%C3%B3lia-pedra+azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8378381802453500509</id><published>2007-08-26T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:10:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Melhoração"</title><content type='html'>“Ser poeta é assim:&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que a chave da casa some...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses dias estava com a “Página em Construção” , tinha uma idéia, começava a escrever, e, no meio, tudo perdia o sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Assim os  escritos  foram para a pasta dos “escritos  inacabados"( mas ...já estão em fase de acabamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico me sentindo mal quando as palavras não vem mas, as vezes, elas não vem mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;É como se perdesse a chave da casa....precisa entrar e não tem o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;E, neste caso...só o chaveiro chamado “inspiração” pode resolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou em estado de   “Melhoração” porque a gente sempre está tentando &lt;strong&gt;melhorar a ação&lt;/strong&gt; e permanecer em estado de &lt;strong&gt;melhoramento&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o chaveiro apareceu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8378381802453500509?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8378381802453500509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8378381802453500509' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8378381802453500509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8378381802453500509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/08/ser-poeta.html' title='&quot;Melhoração&quot;'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-478040398767569556</id><published>2007-08-21T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:21:57.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...... em Construção"</title><content type='html'>...em Construção II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas pelo transtorno que uma obra pode causar principalmente a quem se propõe  fazê-la.&lt;br /&gt;Desconstruir para construir requer planejamento, mudanças,revisão de cômodos, transformação dos espaços.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos, eu e eu, "Em organização" interna para uma nova fase,&lt;br /&gt;que pode até não ser nova, mas é certo que reformas existirão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...em Construção I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No momento a poeta está  em fase de recolhimento&lt;br /&gt;Desconstruindo para Construir.&lt;br /&gt;Planejando mudanças, revendo cômodos, transformando espaços.&lt;br /&gt;A poeta está no momento "Em organização Interna" para uma nova fase,&lt;br /&gt;que pode até não ser nova, mas, de certo, reformas existirão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguarde novas posturas, digo, novas postagens &lt;br /&gt;Em breve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-478040398767569556?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/478040398767569556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=478040398767569556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/478040398767569556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/478040398767569556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/08/pgina-em-construo.html' title='&quot;...... em Construção&quot;'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-7323214706351372631</id><published>2007-08-12T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:10:15.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só posso... ouvir</title><content type='html'>Me quedo a te olhar, silencio pra você, amanso pra sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Seu gesto, seu toque, sua voz... me fazem calar &lt;br /&gt;Suspiro a vontade de querer mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;Me amansa e te amasso&lt;br /&gt;E deito no seu peito, relaxo no seu colo,me enrosco em você&lt;br /&gt;Gosto que me enrosco, gosta do que eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;Vou te contar... hoje estou assim...&lt;br /&gt;de um jeito que só posso...ouvir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-7323214706351372631?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7323214706351372631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=7323214706351372631' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7323214706351372631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7323214706351372631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/08/s-posso-ouvir.html' title='Só posso... ouvir'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-7995785335053415132</id><published>2007-08-10T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:03:32.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo dia...</title><content type='html'>A grande sabedoria é reconhecer que todo dia é um novo dia &lt;br /&gt;e é  preciso renovar e se aventurar em novas trilhas.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca estamos "prontos" pra tudo, nunca estamos "prontos" pro nada....&lt;br /&gt;Só devemos estar prontos para não esquecer :&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia o sol vai nascer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-7995785335053415132?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7995785335053415132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=7995785335053415132' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7995785335053415132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7995785335053415132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/08/todo-dia.html' title='Todo dia...'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2199847060496917427</id><published>2007-08-10T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:44:27.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento</title><content type='html'>A cabeça fervilha &lt;br /&gt;E o coração  em chamas&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos,borbulhas,fragmentos,lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Interrogações,exclamações,somas e divisões&lt;br /&gt;Gramática se mistura a matemática indo de encontro a  biologia &lt;br /&gt;Os corpos, os seres &lt;br /&gt;Complexos com anexos &lt;br /&gt;Veias cavas levam o sangue ao coração &lt;br /&gt;Vivo&lt;br /&gt;A física que se movimenta sem alterar a química&lt;br /&gt;A cabeça ferve&lt;br /&gt;E o coração em chamas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2199847060496917427?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2199847060496917427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2199847060496917427' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2199847060496917427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2199847060496917427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/08/momento.html' title='Momento'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-6818427206424352959</id><published>2007-08-08T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:54:24.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar é ...</title><content type='html'>Amar é verbo,sujeito, com predicados&lt;br /&gt;Amar é sonhar acordado&lt;br /&gt;Amar é viver o amado&lt;br /&gt;Amar é viver o presente acreditando no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que não se  tem apenas um  único amor na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Os amores não são iguais mas são igualmente amores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-6818427206424352959?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6818427206424352959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=6818427206424352959' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/6818427206424352959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/6818427206424352959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/08/amar.html' title='Amar é ...'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-1803617711241111736</id><published>2007-08-08T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:53:36.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>حالة حبّ , Love , Amour , Αγάπη , Amore, Liefde , Влюбленность , Amor , Förälskelse , Liebe</title><content type='html'>Amor não tem lingua própria&lt;br /&gt;A própria língua que ama define a linguagem do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;حالة حبّ , Love , Amour , Αγάπη , Amore, Liefde , Влюбленность , Amor , Förälskelse , Liebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja em que língua for&lt;br /&gt;Lamba os beiços&lt;br /&gt;Amar é amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-1803617711241111736?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1803617711241111736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=1803617711241111736' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1803617711241111736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1803617711241111736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-amour-amore-liefde-amor-frlskelse.html' title='حالة حبّ , Love , Amour , Αγάπη , Amore, Liefde , Влюбленность , Amor , Förälskelse , Liebe'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8890505553337022663</id><published>2007-08-07T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:22:02.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aí...que vontade</title><content type='html'>Aí que vontade de ficar escrevendo...&lt;br /&gt;Escrever me dá prazer&lt;br /&gt;Estou com saudade de mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8890505553337022663?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8890505553337022663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8890505553337022663' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8890505553337022663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8890505553337022663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/08/aque-vontade.html' title='Aí...que vontade'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2635433326354855353</id><published>2007-08-05T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T04:38:15.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se algum dia....</title><content type='html'>Se em algum momento o destino me reservar a sorte de te encontrar fora do horário , fora do dia, fora das normas... eu vou te ver.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa onde ou como ...Eu vou te ver.&lt;br /&gt;Se em algum momento o destino te reservar a sorte de me encontrar fora do horário, fora do dia, fora das normas...venha me ver.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe o medo dominar o querer&lt;br /&gt;O medo faz o querer desquerer, o prazer murchar, o rio secar, o coração parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o querer...querer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2635433326354855353?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2635433326354855353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2635433326354855353' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2635433326354855353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2635433326354855353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/08/se-algum-dia.html' title='Se algum dia....'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-7336906910782255484</id><published>2007-07-29T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:23:49.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora sei.....</title><content type='html'>Sei que a presença preenche, mas ocupa&lt;br /&gt;Sei que estar perto alimenta,mas engorda&lt;br /&gt;Sei que o amor abastece, mas sufoca&lt;br /&gt;Sei que dormir junto é quentinho, mas aperta&lt;br /&gt;Sei que acordar junto o sol aparece, mas atrasa&lt;br /&gt;Sei que, apesar de parecer que sei, sei que não sei&lt;br /&gt;E se soubesse mudava tudo....&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a presença ocupa, mas preenche&lt;br /&gt;Sei que estar perto engorda,mas alimenta&lt;br /&gt;Sei que o amor sufoca, mas abastece&lt;br /&gt;Sei que dormir junto aperta, mas é quentinho&lt;br /&gt;Sei que acordar junto atrasa,mas o sol aparece&lt;br /&gt;Sei que agora...&lt;br /&gt;Agora sei que tudo é como eu realmente sei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-7336906910782255484?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7336906910782255484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=7336906910782255484' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7336906910782255484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7336906910782255484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/07/agora-sei.html' title='Agora sei.....'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-4637369562021255750</id><published>2007-07-29T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:40:49.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando alto...</title><content type='html'>"Ele não é gago, tem uma espécie de soluço na fala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Corro atrás de melhorar meu ser,humano ...e, volta e meia,me encontro, no mesmo lugar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pensei tão alto que abafei o grito, e chorei"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-4637369562021255750?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4637369562021255750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=4637369562021255750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/4637369562021255750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/4637369562021255750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/07/pensamentos_29.html' title='Pensando alto...'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-5742029935713278845</id><published>2007-07-29T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:30:16.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>Só sonha tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;Quem não dorme no ponto&lt;br /&gt;Quem não esquenta assento&lt;br /&gt;E não morre afogado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sonha de certo &lt;br /&gt;Quem não pensa a respeito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-5742029935713278845?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5742029935713278845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=5742029935713278845' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/5742029935713278845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/5742029935713278845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/07/sonho.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2080897662858020814</id><published>2007-07-28T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:36:42.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde está você agora?</title><content type='html'>Quando ouço sua voz... me falando baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Que me quer, me adora, que me quer devagarzinho &lt;br /&gt;Juro que acredito e que sinto frio na barriga &lt;br /&gt;E que me excita e me falta o ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te ouço, do ouvido ao coração&lt;br /&gt;O tempo me faz tê-lo perto, como se estivesse aqui&lt;br /&gt;Bem junto, bem dentro, cantando uma canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me dou conta de que isso pode ser uma ilusão&lt;br /&gt;O medo me invade inteira e não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Você é apenas uma voz, um número, tudo sem razão&lt;br /&gt;E eu passo batida na minha emoção, engulo meu tesão, meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você agora?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2080897662858020814?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2080897662858020814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2080897662858020814' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2080897662858020814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2080897662858020814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/07/onde-est-voc-agora_28.html' title='Onde está você agora?'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-1509712727855413205</id><published>2007-07-28T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:26:46.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem poesia....sem ar</title><content type='html'>Sem poesia não sento &lt;br /&gt;Nem pra conversar com você&lt;br /&gt;Sem poesia não durmo &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que ao meu lado você venha ficar&lt;br /&gt;Sem poesia não tardo ,porque é falho&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento que me vem &lt;br /&gt;E que  volta para o além &lt;br /&gt;Para além do mar, onde não consigo &lt;br /&gt;Enxergar &lt;br /&gt;Sem poesia me falta o ar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-1509712727855413205?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1509712727855413205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=1509712727855413205' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1509712727855413205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1509712727855413205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/07/sem-poesia.html' title='Sem poesia....sem ar'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2754996158903279130</id><published>2007-07-22T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:41:23.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos "a postos", sentimentos "postos"</title><content type='html'>"Existem pensamentos póstumos, os meus, estão a postos...atentos,sedentos por um lugar para viver"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A gente acredita nas histórias que a gente inventa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estou grávida depois de um aborto doloroso"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meu aquário quebrou&lt;br /&gt;Meu peixe morreu"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2754996158903279130?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2754996158903279130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2754996158903279130' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2754996158903279130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2754996158903279130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/07/pensamentos-postos.html' title='Pensamentos &quot;a postos&quot;, sentimentos &quot;postos&quot;'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-3626442274831894554</id><published>2007-07-22T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:56:57.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espanto o medo</title><content type='html'>Vou abortar os meus medos &lt;br /&gt;Assim como abordo a coragem&lt;br /&gt;De frente, cara a cara&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazê-los fugir&lt;br /&gt;Com medo de mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-3626442274831894554?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3626442274831894554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=3626442274831894554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/3626442274831894554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/3626442274831894554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/07/espanto-o-medo.html' title='Espanto o medo'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-7926878774317480340</id><published>2007-07-20T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:33:00.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendi</title><content type='html'>Me valho de você para aprender&lt;br /&gt;Que sou ciumenta e possessiva&lt;br /&gt;Aprendo a ser mais objetiva &lt;br /&gt;E que a sua verdade mente pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Claro que mente porque minha mente não entende &lt;br /&gt;O que me fala , não é só pra mim&lt;br /&gt;O que me diz não posso escrever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me valho para acreditar no amor e resisto&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje to com vontade de te dizer &lt;br /&gt;Que acho que quero te esquecer &lt;br /&gt;Porque sinto, sua verdade,  mente pra mim&lt;br /&gt;E não quero só o minuto que me dá de prazer &lt;br /&gt;O seu minuto é volúvel,volátil, e se torna banal&lt;br /&gt;Você é igual a muitos que tem por aí&lt;br /&gt;A espera  que me  chame&lt;br /&gt;Esperança que me ame&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me fez despertar&lt;br /&gt;Foi  dormir e acordar para me sentir passado&lt;br /&gt;Confusa no meu sentimento que quer acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;E morre decepcionado.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muda....e eu fico muda.... &lt;br /&gt;E me vejo perder o lugar, esse que acreditei existir&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei quem sou pra você, confesso, não sei .. &lt;br /&gt;E como gostaria de saber!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-7926878774317480340?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7926878774317480340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=7926878774317480340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7926878774317480340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7926878774317480340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/07/aprendi.html' title='Aprendi'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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title='...Pensamentos'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-1396974519655622891</id><published>2007-07-13T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:04:59.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sul, me dê um Norte</title><content type='html'>Sul,me dê um Norte &lt;br /&gt;Sem tantos cortes &lt;br /&gt;Te peço Socorro&lt;br /&gt;Sou Zorro &lt;br /&gt;Cavaleiro do bem, Robin Hood do velho oeste. &lt;br /&gt;Sul, me dê um Norte &lt;br /&gt;Com suporte prás dores que carrego. &lt;br /&gt;No meu Leste o  Oeste sumiu! &lt;br /&gt;O sol me arde e eu me Derreto em lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;E curo &lt;br /&gt;Estava escuro. &lt;br /&gt;Sul, encontrei meu Norte, em um  bote que estava a deriva &lt;br /&gt;Estou viva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-1396974519655622891?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1396974519655622891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=1396974519655622891' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1396974519655622891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1396974519655622891'/><link rel='alternate' 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sentimento do que poderia ter feito e&lt;br /&gt;a vontade de ter dado um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;A sensação do sozinho&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de não mais ver&lt;br /&gt;A morte não morre jamais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8808049254765065804?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8808049254765065804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8808049254765065804' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8808049254765065804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-7404172822359871982?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7404172822359871982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=7404172822359871982' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7404172822359871982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7404172822359871982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/07/loucura-2.html' title='Loucura 2'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-6273245002600319585</id><published>2007-06-29T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:02:02.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nome Sobrenome</title><content type='html'>Nome sobrenome nome do meio nome de familia de escolha de herança&lt;br /&gt;nome da lembrança do pai da mãe da esperança&lt;br /&gt;nome grifado dificíl lembrado nome fantasia&lt;br /&gt;pessoa tem que ter nome para ser gente&lt;br /&gt;gente tem que ter nome para ser alguém &lt;br /&gt;alguém tem que ter nome para ser chamado&lt;br /&gt;e gritado  sussurado gaguejado imaculado&lt;br /&gt;nome grife popular nome de segredo &lt;br /&gt;de casamento de divórcio de acerto&lt;br /&gt;que nome tem não importa mas nome tem que ter&lt;br /&gt;sobrenome é nome que veio de alguém &lt;br /&gt;esse alguém que tem um nome que veio lá de trás&lt;br /&gt;seja parente serpente ou amor imortal&lt;br /&gt;o nome que segue o percurso normal&lt;br /&gt;que vai se agregando a outro nome igual&lt;br /&gt;nome sobrenome vem em primeiro lugar&lt;br /&gt;tem nome que pode mudar recriar suprimir abortar&lt;br /&gt;incluir concluir idealizar &lt;br /&gt;nome de um que junta com outro e o ciclo continua&lt;br /&gt;o nome é você  você é o seu nome &lt;br /&gt;o ser existe a partir do que escolheram pra você &lt;br /&gt;Tem que se adaptar &lt;br /&gt;Viver tem nome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-6273245002600319585?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6273245002600319585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=6273245002600319585' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/6273245002600319585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/6273245002600319585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/nome-sobrenome.html' title='Nome Sobrenome'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-1253961519347634326</id><published>2007-06-29T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:07:24.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem nome (ainda)</title><content type='html'>Preciso encontrar poesias, marias&lt;br /&gt;do joão que hoje tardia&lt;br /&gt;Presente,lua recente,sol poente&lt;br /&gt;Rimas nuas, cruas, que saem de um ventre &lt;br /&gt;livre,virgem,adolescente&lt;br /&gt;Andar marcante, solene&lt;br /&gt;Olhar brilhante,inebriante caliente&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um espaço,de um molho de hortelã&lt;br /&gt;E os frutos, os romãs&lt;br /&gt;Da infância perdida&lt;br /&gt;Achada na alegria onde brotam poesias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-1253961519347634326?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1253961519347634326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=1253961519347634326' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1253961519347634326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1253961519347634326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/sem-nome-ainda.html' title='Sem nome (ainda)'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2001666045800450393</id><published>2007-06-29T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:46:04.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro</title><content type='html'>Recuperei a  liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Minhas asas e  certezas&lt;br /&gt;Recuperei meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Próprio&lt;br /&gt;Foi  uma conversa madura &lt;br /&gt;Segura, que tive comigo&lt;br /&gt;No escuro do meu quarto branco&lt;br /&gt;Em sonho, em fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Sem castigo, sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;Achei o meu sabor,minha alegria, meu ardor&lt;br /&gt;Alma viva de calor &lt;br /&gt;Imediato&lt;br /&gt;Me trato, me salvo, me abraço&lt;br /&gt;Vôo alto,salto, abro os braços&lt;br /&gt;E corro em busca de um mundo maior&lt;br /&gt;De um ser que em mim sempre esteve&lt;br /&gt;Ao encontro de um sossego conquistado.&lt;br /&gt;Recuperei a liberdade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2001666045800450393?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2001666045800450393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2001666045800450393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2001666045800450393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2001666045800450393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/encontro_29.html' title='Encontro'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-6249355477011725655</id><published>2007-06-18T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:14:05.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Perfeito</title><content type='html'>Amor perfeito é quando cada um sabe e cuida do seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amor perfeito é perfeito quando você não se esforça para amar ou se sentir amado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a música não incomoda ,quando dançar é gostoso , mesmo que um pise no pé do outro e isso acaba se transformando em risos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando as gargalhadas não explicam o começo nem o fim e os dois se perguntam :Porque mesmo que estamos rindo?&lt;br /&gt;O amor perfeito desliza,não analisa e tem gosto de quero mais.&lt;br /&gt;No amor perfeito cada um é o melhor no seu tudo ,mesmo que não seja , até porque não é "ser perfeito" que faz o amor existir.É o que faz você se sentir um ser normal e informal. Aquele que pode dizer sim e não sem ferir.&lt;br /&gt;Amor perfeito é íntimo mas não invasivo.&lt;br /&gt;No amor perfeito o que prevalece é a confiança , a admiração , o querer estar juntinho em qualquer lugar,a qualquer hora, de qualquer jeito.Aquele que acredita que o outro tentou o melhor, e você se sente sempre em primeiro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;O amor perfeito é quando a saudade vem junto de uma atitude - quando a saudade de um fica forte e em pouco tempo o outro ali está.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade se mata com beijinhos, carinhos e doces palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade se mata com a certeza que o outro está perto mesmo quando ele não está.&lt;br /&gt;Amor Perfeito tem o dever de Amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-6249355477011725655?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8337580245934554640</id><published>2007-06-16T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:37:57.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua minguante</title><content type='html'>Tudo que posso te dar neste momento são minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Elas caem sem que eu tenha controle&lt;br /&gt;Involuntariamente&lt;br /&gt;Viveu o meu sorriso , a minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que vinha do fundo ,de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Do mesmo lugar que hoje as lágrimas descem.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me sinto lua minguante &lt;br /&gt;Vivemos as  luas novas&lt;br /&gt;Fez parte da luas cheias&lt;br /&gt;Foi presente nas minhas luas crescentes&lt;br /&gt;A lua minguou, o céu escureceu , a lágrima desceu&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que posso te dizer é que te desculpar é pouco &lt;br /&gt;Preciso recuperar meu sorriso , minha alegria, minhas novas e crescentes luas&lt;br /&gt;Para de novo poder ......ser  &lt;br /&gt;Eu com você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8337580245934554640?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8337580245934554640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8337580245934554640' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8337580245934554640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8337580245934554640'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-4855475070205194555?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4855475070205194555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=4855475070205194555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/4855475070205194555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/4855475070205194555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/praa-de-neruda.html' title='Praça Neruda'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-1456932485689138954</id><published>2007-06-15T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:36:39.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro.....</title><content type='html'>O coração bate mais forte .&lt;br /&gt;Encontro marcado.&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi , vou correr o risco.&lt;br /&gt;Vou encontrar, não importa o perigo.&lt;br /&gt;Te conheço ou não? Você é real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas sem respostas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade me faz impulsiva.&lt;br /&gt;Faço tudo correndo para o tempo passar.&lt;br /&gt;A roupa , o cabelo, o batom , o perfume &lt;br /&gt;Será que vou agradar?&lt;br /&gt;E ele, o que será para mim?&lt;br /&gt;O que vou sentir? &lt;br /&gt;Como será seu cheiro ? E o seu olhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas sem respostas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que pode dar isso?&lt;br /&gt;Tento pensar assim: Qualquer coisa tem começo , meio e fim.&lt;br /&gt;Vou embora...ver no que dá .&lt;br /&gt;Desisto agora? Agora não dá .&lt;br /&gt;Rezo um Padre Nosso, uma Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;Peço ao anjo da  guarda pra me fazer companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui vou eu&lt;br /&gt;As pernas não sabem andar &lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu te conto &lt;br /&gt;Como foi Le Grand Finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aos mais curiosos...já vou falar....dependendo do que for...não vou contar...)(rsrsr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-1456932485689138954?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1456932485689138954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=1456932485689138954' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1456932485689138954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1456932485689138954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/encontro.html' title='Encontro.....'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-3880351216906287800</id><published>2007-06-15T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:32:24.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malhação</title><content type='html'>Movimente-se com calma&lt;br /&gt;Transpire com jeito &lt;br /&gt;Respire&lt;br /&gt;Respire com calma &lt;br /&gt;Movimente-se com jeito&lt;br /&gt;Transpire&lt;br /&gt;Transpire com calma &lt;br /&gt;Respire com jeito&lt;br /&gt;Movimente-se&lt;br /&gt;Movimente-se com calma&lt;br /&gt;Transpire com jeito &lt;br /&gt;Respire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-3880351216906287800?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/3880351216906287800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=3880351216906287800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/3880351216906287800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/3880351216906287800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/malhao.html' title='Malhação'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-7763716227287879469</id><published>2007-06-06T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:36:21.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim, para sempre sim</title><content type='html'>Sim, estou presente&lt;br /&gt;Sou futuro &lt;br /&gt;Selado  &lt;br /&gt;Marcada pelo amor&lt;br /&gt;Sim , sou presente&lt;br /&gt;Que me dou&lt;br /&gt;Sou flor, sou vida, sou cor&lt;br /&gt;Sim , eu me amo&lt;br /&gt;Por isso posso te amar &lt;br /&gt;Sim , me digo sim&lt;br /&gt;Digo sim a minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;A minha vontade &lt;br /&gt;Ao meu renascer&lt;br /&gt;Digo sim ao crescimento do  meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Da luta para ganhar &lt;br /&gt;Espaço concreto na vida &lt;br /&gt;Sim , digo sim a você&lt;br /&gt;Eu já disse sim pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Sim, para sempre sim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-7763716227287879469?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7763716227287879469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-4274752401020910482</id><published>2007-06-06T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:37:01.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O vento e eu</title><content type='html'>O vento  sopra no meu rosto e me faz voltar&lt;br /&gt;Criança , pé descalço , correndo na praia.&lt;br /&gt;Uma pipa  ao vento vai &lt;br /&gt;Vai e volta, dança e rebola &lt;br /&gt;Brinca de ser criança como eu&lt;br /&gt;O vento bate no meu rosto e meu corpo arrepia&lt;br /&gt;Esse gosto que até hoje sinto&lt;br /&gt;Um gosto de liberdade, de leveza, de ar puro&lt;br /&gt;Um gosto de transparência como se o vento passasse por mim&lt;br /&gt;Passa , fica e vai&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Deito na rede  o vento bate, me balança, me nina, me acaricia&lt;br /&gt;Vento no meu ventre&lt;br /&gt;Vento no meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Vento que me beija&lt;br /&gt;Vento que o tempo não me deixa esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Vento que o tempo só me faz de novo ser&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o  gozo ,o gosto , o bom do  vento &lt;br /&gt;Do tempo que sempre me tem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-4274752401020910482?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4274752401020910482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=4274752401020910482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/4274752401020910482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/4274752401020910482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-vento-e-eu.html' title='O vento e eu'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-1325661130030482862</id><published>2007-06-06T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:28:43.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chico Buarque</title><content type='html'>De dentro pra fora , de fora pra dentro&lt;br /&gt;Ah, se um dia inspirado escrevesse Angela &lt;br /&gt;Com toda prosa e verso&lt;br /&gt;Sentado em qualquer lugar &lt;br /&gt;Fazer parte dos seus sonhos de mulher&lt;br /&gt;Tantas Luizas , Beatriz, Yolandas e Genis&lt;br /&gt;Tantas Marias, Cecilias e Bárbaras&lt;br /&gt;E por que não Angela?&lt;br /&gt;Angela rima com palavras que não sei&lt;br /&gt;Que só voce , Chico, talvez soubesse dizer&lt;br /&gt;Me coloco aqui , deixando a disposição o meu nome&lt;br /&gt;O que a gente só dá pra quem sabe compreender&lt;br /&gt;Chico, me dê o prazer &lt;br /&gt;Seja a meu pedido  ou para matar o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;De ser inspiradora sem voce ao menos me conhecer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-1325661130030482862?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/1325661130030482862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=1325661130030482862' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1325661130030482862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/1325661130030482862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/chico-buarque.html' title='Chico Buarque'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-5819648428916594332</id><published>2007-06-06T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:27:08.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoro cartas</title><content type='html'>Eu adoro cartas! O formato  é íntimo, particular,direto,sensivél...&lt;br /&gt;O papel do papel da carta é poder falar de um pra um, simplesmente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-5819648428916594332?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5819648428916594332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=5819648428916594332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/5819648428916594332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/5819648428916594332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/adoro-cartas.html' title='Adoro cartas'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-6621117982662996643</id><published>2007-06-06T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:29:15.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta para o meu futuro bem querer</title><content type='html'>Querido bem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode chegar sem me avisar , pode entrar  ficar e se acomodar. Deixei a chave na porta...está aberta para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor , mas não me assuste, não deixe que eu sinta a sua presença de uma forma invasora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor deve ser leve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegue e fique, se veio para alongar a minha vida, para fazer com o que hoje é bom fique ainda melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje pareço só mas não sou. Moro sozinha , é verdade ,mas não me sinto só .Me sinto feliz acompanhada de mim . Tenho amor no coração, trabalhei meu carinho,desenvolvi a divisão e assimilei a troca, por isso posso tê-lo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não sente como eu sinto ...não chegue neste momento .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não venha para me aborrecer e me fazer chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Não chegue para me chatear.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero me sentir só estando com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acredito : O amor pode existir de forma tranqüila , recheado de beijos e abraços gostosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma relação deve ser uma troca de boas gargalhadas, papos infinitos e namoros intermináveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para amar , casar  e mudar é preciso mudar , amar e casar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que mudei ...você precisa chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu cheguei.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-6621117982662996643?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6621117982662996643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=6621117982662996643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/6621117982662996643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/6621117982662996643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/carta-para-o-meu-futuro-bem-querer.html' title='Carta para o meu futuro bem querer'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8862921759490850532</id><published>2007-06-05T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:29:51.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio 2</title><content type='html'>Não há cálculo para nada que não se possa calcular...&lt;br /&gt;Posso até te emprestar meus números e você vai ver que de nada adianta.&lt;br /&gt;Não há forma, nem há razão, talvez apenas haja um tempo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É melhor burilar um sentimento do que não deixá-lo vir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8862921759490850532?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-7724083267114947691</id><published>2007-06-04T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:26:11.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaios 1</title><content type='html'>Os ensaios são assim.... &lt;br /&gt;Coisas escritas para pensar melhor ,depois.&lt;br /&gt;O que hoje faço é um exercício de usar as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos que sei e não sei explicar.&lt;br /&gt;Ensaios da vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-7724083267114947691?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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pode ser reciclado em um ser melhor . &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia para voce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-802539483857613821?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/802539483857613821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=802539483857613821' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/802539483857613821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/802539483857613821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/rever-my-self.html' title='Revendo - my self'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-12366006479824313</id><published>2007-06-03T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:14:14.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite fria</title><content type='html'>O meu pé está frio&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um cobertor &lt;br /&gt;Feito de pele e osso&lt;br /&gt;Feito de suor e gemido!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-12366006479824313?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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leva'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-4575475427553728767</id><published>2007-06-03T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:36:48.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucura</title><content type='html'>Tenho cuidado mas as vezes não penso&lt;br /&gt;Se vou me expor , se vou ter dor, não me lamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tenho saudade , vontade de te ver &lt;br /&gt;Tudo consigo mover, driblar e ir&lt;br /&gt;Invento, reinvento e vou...&lt;br /&gt;Não tem tempo nem lugar&lt;br /&gt;Não tem hora , não tem sono&lt;br /&gt;Se a saudade se mata falando , eu ligo&lt;br /&gt;E falo:estou chegando daqui a pouco amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu queira segredo &lt;br /&gt;Da minha loucura real&lt;br /&gt;Vivo  o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Sigo o coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-4575475427553728767?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4575475427553728767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=4575475427553728767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/4575475427553728767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/4575475427553728767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/06/loucura.html' title='Loucura'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2005023435021457418</id><published>2007-06-03T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:39:28.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uri Geller</title><content type='html'>Acabei de ler no jornal “Entortadores de colheres, apareçam! Uri Geller busca herdeiro”.&lt;br /&gt;A matéria diz que depois de passar quatro décadas entortando colheres, fazendo relógios parar, lendo mentes, Uri Geller está procurando um paranormal para ser seu “herdeiro”.&lt;br /&gt;A TV de Israel , onde Geller cresceu está produzindo um reality show para ajudá-lo nesta busca. Uri Geller diz “o programa não é para ninguém ficar me provando que é paranormal de fato, eu não estou me aposentando, só quero me sentir estarrecido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A matéria me surpreendeu e fiquei pensando que tipos conheço que poderiam participar deste reality show. Conheço pessoas com perna torta, que fazem do limão a limonada, gente que põe chifre em cabeça de cavalo e chifre em cabeça de gente também.&lt;br /&gt;Existe um Uri Geller na minha secretária doméstica e imagino que você deva ter um Uri em casa também. Meus tupperwear aparecem derretidos, copos trincados, roupa na sapateira, sapatos no armário, feijão queimando, enfim, ela nunca sabe quem fez. Mistério!&lt;br /&gt;Até o Lula, nosso presidente pode ser um candidato a Uri Geller, tudo acontece e ele não sabe de nada e nem vê, mas acontece ali, pertinho dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a tantas buscas acho que encontrei o candidato certo.&lt;br /&gt;Conheci um mestre em entortar a cabeça dos outros. Diz que vem não vem, diz que vai, não vai. Esse por acaso eu conheci de perto e o acho o mais indicado para ir para o reality show em Israel. &lt;br /&gt;Parece simples, mas ele é o paranormal mais normal que conheço. &lt;br /&gt;O seu relógio pode parar por conveniência, o  celular pára de funcionar de repente, e quando volta   sempre é alguém que ligou errado. &lt;br /&gt;Algo do além faz com que ele tenha um sono repentino e poderoso.&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o candidato! &lt;br /&gt;Eu com a cabeça entortada, o coração que não mais pulsa e sim galopa posso garantir a sua inscrição. &lt;br /&gt;O futuro herdeiro me acompanha até quando vou dormir e me faz acordar no meio da noite falando sozinha como se ele estivesse ali. &lt;br /&gt;Esse ser me faz ter vontade de gritar: Pára Normal, ou suma daqui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2005023435021457418?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-5010226954159201789</id><published>2007-06-03T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:19:47.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Existo</title><content type='html'>Penso porque vejo&lt;br /&gt;porque ouço &lt;br /&gt;porque sinto&lt;br /&gt;Penso porque gosto&lt;br /&gt;Vivo porque morro &lt;br /&gt;Sorriu porque entristeço&lt;br /&gt;Penso &lt;br /&gt;Porque &lt;br /&gt;Existo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-5010226954159201789?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-9149568969101280107</id><published>2007-06-03T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:13:16.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Varal de poesia</title><content type='html'>Egos de deuses anônimos&lt;br /&gt;Frutos de muitas sementes&lt;br /&gt;União sem ventania&lt;br /&gt;De vagão parado em movimento&lt;br /&gt;Clima de sol iluminando&lt;br /&gt;A chegada da lua descoberta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-9149568969101280107?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2411923287094156542</id><published>2007-06-03T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:05:48.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U.T.I</title><content type='html'>Estamos com uma doença grave não identificada&lt;br /&gt;Todos os nossos exames são bons &lt;br /&gt;Sangue , fezes ,urina , exame da cabeça aos pés , até do coração&lt;br /&gt;Tudo faz crer que temos uma saúde perfeita&lt;br /&gt;Mas... definhamos a cada dia , sentimos na pele o prazer de uma noite mal dormida&lt;br /&gt;Não tem remédio, não tem solução .&lt;br /&gt;Macumba , exorcista, pai de santo, benção , reza....será que resolve?&lt;br /&gt;Os especialistas já não querem mais ouvir ,falar&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém entende essa doença que nos pegou &lt;br /&gt;Doença de amor que vai morrendo por falta de diagnóstico.&lt;br /&gt;Ou isso não é amor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2411923287094156542?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2411923287094156542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2411923287094156542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2411923287094156542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2411923287094156542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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&lt;br /&gt;Esse varal de poesia &lt;br /&gt;Varal que une, &lt;br /&gt;Que une e reúne gente&lt;br /&gt;Que seca e disseca sentimentos &lt;br /&gt;Onde se expõe os pensamentos , pensando que isso junta&lt;br /&gt;Pensando que isso grupa, pensando que isso soma&lt;br /&gt;Pensando que isso toma, pensando com isso , sonho&lt;br /&gt;E acordo, e me deparo, me assanho , e me digo &lt;br /&gt;Vou me pendurar de novo nesse varal de poesia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-4614472545379684700?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/4614472545379684700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=4614472545379684700' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>Não estou entendendo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;O meu tempo ou o tempo do tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei explicar o tempo que o tempo tem&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza , o tempo que o tempo teria hoje já não mais tem&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tempo pra tudo&lt;br /&gt;Me falta tempo pro nada&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, tempo , tempo&lt;br /&gt;Como posso eu pensar que você quer me enganar&lt;br /&gt;Será que o tempo de amar muda o tempo do tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Muda o Ar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-7788809220683621130?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7788809220683621130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=7788809220683621130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7788809220683621130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7788809220683621130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/05/tempo-no-estou-entendendo-o-tempo-o-meu.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8222783328363914942</id><published>2007-05-20T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:46:33.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Dia</title><content type='html'>Amor , bom dia!&lt;br /&gt;Beijos com gosto de gosto bom&lt;br /&gt;Com gosto de mel e cheiro de pão&lt;br /&gt;Beijo de café com leite , mistura,sabor&lt;br /&gt;O calor do chá quentinho&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o nosso café da manhã&lt;br /&gt;De quem dormiu juntinho &lt;br /&gt;Agarradinho&lt;br /&gt;De quem vai amar &lt;br /&gt;Ontem , hoje e amanhã&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8222783328363914942?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-6893369673323278139</id><published>2007-05-20T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:47:41.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde estava?</title><content type='html'>Aqui estava voce&lt;br /&gt;Escondido ,atras do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;No balanço do meu querer&lt;br /&gt;Na minha gangorra dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Voce , meu carrosel de ilusões &lt;br /&gt;O centro do meu Parque de Diversões&lt;br /&gt;O tiro ao alvo do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Maçã do amor &lt;br /&gt;Lembrança do seu beijo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-6893369673323278139?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2910375036773652934</id><published>2007-05-18T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:49:40.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acontece</title><content type='html'>O amor enlouquece&lt;br /&gt;Desequilibra , balança&lt;br /&gt;Tonturas ,&lt;br /&gt;Torturas&lt;br /&gt;Dor no coração&lt;br /&gt;Saudade&lt;br /&gt;Voou solo&lt;br /&gt;Solo o meu acorde maior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2910375036773652934?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8116978984780070568</id><published>2007-05-17T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:50:22.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora sim!</title><content type='html'>Agora sim!&lt;br /&gt;Tirei o relógio, desliguei o telefone e o computador&lt;br /&gt;Não vou ler a correspondência nem os jornais&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim!&lt;br /&gt;Abri pra balanço&lt;br /&gt;Fechei para escândalos, tragédias e guerras&lt;br /&gt;Botei as dúvidas de lado&lt;br /&gt;Tenho  papel e caneta&lt;br /&gt;Meu cérebro&lt;br /&gt;Coração&lt;br /&gt;Gigante&lt;br /&gt;Senhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;Minhas verdades&lt;br /&gt;Mundo meu&lt;br /&gt;Viver&lt;br /&gt;Viro a página sem pensar no que foi&lt;br /&gt;Presente que me doou&lt;br /&gt;É o que eu  tenho agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8116978984780070568?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8116978984780070568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8116978984780070568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8116978984780070568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8116978984780070568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/05/agora-sim-agora-sim-tirei-o-relgio.html' title='Agora sim!'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8427890111573585627</id><published>2007-05-16T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:51:22.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O sol do meio do meu dia</title><content type='html'>Dispara em mim risadas, provoca sorrisos , detona meus anjos,&lt;br /&gt;perturba meus desapegos, convence minhas loucuras .&lt;br /&gt;Revolve meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entoa os meus cantos, afina os instrumentos , pinta minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Colore minhas dores&lt;br /&gt;Você encanta meu futuro , insiste nas minhas manias ,induz a minha calma,&lt;br /&gt;concorda comigo, me ama&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não queira ,meu ser pulsante , o meu relevante , minha alma agita.&lt;br /&gt;Traço caminhos&lt;br /&gt;O inicio de cada manhã, o sol no meio do meu dia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8427890111573585627?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8427890111573585627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8427890111573585627' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8427890111573585627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8427890111573585627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-sol-do-meio-do-meu-dia-dispara-em-mim.html' title='O sol do meio do meu dia'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2778482222340061843</id><published>2007-05-15T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:51:54.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem poesia, sem ar</title><content type='html'>Sem poesia não sento&lt;br /&gt;Nem pra conversar com você&lt;br /&gt;Sem poesia não durmo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que ao meu lado você venha ficar&lt;br /&gt;Sem poesia não tardo ,porque é falho&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento que me vem&lt;br /&gt;E que  volta para o além&lt;br /&gt;Para além do mar, onde não consigo enxergar&lt;br /&gt;Sem poesia ,me falta o ar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2778482222340061843?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2778482222340061843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2778482222340061843' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2778482222340061843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2778482222340061843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/05/sem-poesia-sem-ar-sem-poesia-no-sento.html' title='Sem poesia, sem ar'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-7826691921680522536</id><published>2007-05-02T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:21:06.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu quero viver desse jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do fundo do peito, do verso reverso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;do pulo do gato , da luz que se apaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dos olhos que brilham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu quero viver das &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ideias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Da chama acesa, calor me pegando ,o vento batendo , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;o céu clareando , chegar de mansinho,flor desabrochando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu quero viver das estrelas que trago na alma .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;De tudo que fiz , busco no fundo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atriz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Amor presente, coração ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Palavras escritas , tão ditas , tão claras .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;São versos, reversos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;parênteses&lt;/span&gt; do nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E o brilho da lua , que é cheia de história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-7826691921680522536?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7826691921680522536/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2235714901335353784</id><published>2007-05-01T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:55:26.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anjo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/Rjf80QSAnBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mbjk6eMB3os/s1600-h/anjo123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059790681027943442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/Rjf80QSAnBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mbjk6eMB3os/s320/anjo123.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Apelido virou nome&lt;br /&gt;Anjo talvez , mas nem tanto&lt;br /&gt;Afogando os diabos existentes&lt;br /&gt;Aparecem&lt;br /&gt;Anjos desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos desencontrados&lt;br /&gt;Tempos perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Enfim achados&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é cruel e sábio&lt;br /&gt;O tempo, investimento de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2235714901335353784?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2235714901335353784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2235714901335353784' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2235714901335353784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2235714901335353784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/05/anjo-apelido-virou-nome-anjo-talvez-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/Rjf80QSAnBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mbjk6eMB3os/s72-c/anjo123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-5808311129541584345</id><published>2007-05-01T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:39:57.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Assim é o Varal de Poesias. Todo ano ele acontece na primeira lua cheia de agosto . No ano passado me liga de novo Suely pedindo a poesia para publicar ...Não tinha nenhuma . Ahh, vou escrever. E comecei....e fui.....e escrevi. E me veio Inspiração.&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/3990697660140552841-5808311129541584345?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/5808311129541584345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=5808311129541584345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/5808311129541584345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/5808311129541584345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/05/assim-o-varal-de-poesias.html' title=''/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-2571925171546814820</id><published>2007-05-01T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:36:18.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Inspiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sem tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nem o vento me traz inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Meus poemas estão a sombra do meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Peço que chova, que me venham em trovoadas&lt;br /&gt;Como um raio de sol , que ilumine e me traga palavras&lt;br /&gt;Parece denso o que falo&lt;br /&gt;No parecer&lt;br /&gt;Em uma nuvem me vejo&lt;br /&gt;A semente de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que começa a brotar em versos&lt;br /&gt;Pálidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-2571925171546814820?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/2571925171546814820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=2571925171546814820' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2571925171546814820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/2571925171546814820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/05/inspirao-estou-sem-tempo-nem-o-vento-me.html' title=''/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-7486018933610552047</id><published>2007-05-01T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:17:04.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Escrevi essa poesia para participar do Varal de Poesias do Restaurante Primeira Estação de Manguinhos. Já participo do varal há muitos anos ....Naquele ano, eu não tinha escrito nada que gostasse ...daí, comecei a pensar em uma forma de me desnudar e escrever....Pendurei minhas calcinhas no varal e fui me mostrando ....até chegar aí.&lt;br /&gt;Lá , no dia , ainda aconteceu algo engraçado. Adriana, minha amiga foi ler a poesia que cuidadosamente estava impressa em minha camiseta e tivemos a idéia de ler ao contrário. Achei ótimo (quase melhor do que o normal) e rimos muito.Leia também , de traz pra frente , de frente pra traz...&lt;br /&gt;E você vai entender : é mais ou menos da mesma forma que nos olhamos no espelho quando colocamos uma calcinha nova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calcinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem calcinha mostro o mais íntimo de mim&lt;br /&gt;Penduradas no varal&lt;br /&gt;Me fitam , me bordam, me enlaçam&lt;br /&gt;Sem calcinha&lt;br /&gt;Sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;Danço , brinco de fazer amor&lt;br /&gt;Minhas calcinhas balançam com o vento&lt;br /&gt;E eu confundo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que fica parado esperando que eu ria&lt;br /&gt;Que eu morra de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que eu me apaixone por mim&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/3990697660140552841-7486018933610552047?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/7486018933610552047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=7486018933610552047' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7486018933610552047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/7486018933610552047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/05/escrevi-essa-poesia-para-participar-do.html' title=''/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8600912329345646630</id><published>2007-05-01T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:17:51.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Te namoro , te amoro&lt;br /&gt;Meio mágico ,&lt;br /&gt;Meio tolo ,meio carma&lt;br /&gt;Inteiro no meio&lt;br /&gt;MeioInteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8600912329345646630?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8600912329345646630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8600912329345646630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8600912329345646630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8600912329345646630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/05/te-namoro-te-amoro-meio-mgico-meio-tolo.html' title=''/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-6818947916462414493</id><published>2007-04-30T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:55:26.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que o tempo nos dê tempo de amar &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/Rjf6CASAm_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/RDMAPlUV830/s1600-h/rasto%20do%20tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo tempere o vento&lt;br /&gt;E o vento renove o ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-6818947916462414493?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/6818947916462414493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=6818947916462414493' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/6818947916462414493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/6818947916462414493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/04/tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990697660140552841.post-8024378862535986821</id><published>2007-04-30T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:55:27.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inocente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/Rjf1ZQSAm-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x2VhwlGfLQk/s1600-h/71a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059782520590080994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/Rjf1ZQSAm-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x2VhwlGfLQk/s320/71a.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Pergunto parecendo inocente.&lt;br /&gt;Posso te ver amanhã mais cedo que sempre?&lt;br /&gt;Foi a forma que encontrei de te ver mais rápido&lt;br /&gt;De te ter bem perto, de te ter de certo.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse coragem de ser direta&lt;br /&gt;Sem indiretas, diria pra você vir agora.&lt;br /&gt;Sem hora pra sair, só com hora pra chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Já!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, se eu pudesse falar sem mentir, rir sem esconder&lt;br /&gt;olhar e piscar, do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;jeitinho que sinto, da verdade verdadeira ,eu ia te beijar inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Diria eu te amo com múltiplos de sete para dizer 21, 35, 42, 70, 700, 7 mil vezes Eu te Amo.&lt;br /&gt;Para que você saiba que meu amor não foi à primeira vista, é amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;pra não perder de vista&lt;br /&gt;É amor pra vida que nosso eterno for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990697660140552841-8024378862535986821?l=tempoemanoar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/feeds/8024378862535986821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990697660140552841&amp;postID=8024378862535986821' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8024378862535986821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990697660140552841/posts/default/8024378862535986821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempoemanoar.blogspot.com/2007/04/inocente.html' title='Inocente'/><author><name>AB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737477327336451012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAADcyjVTbOqBb_aticA1ikMp5Wf8VRnLwGLEqgD_cPlhvcGHlKLyF4eI-0D-7RL4gauF5SYN_egu-utn5QRRpcyWAJtU9VBNUEzuMjcsFw6Dj_-ofpJ_NDFcyA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz41I7IfW80/Rjf1ZQSAm-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x2VhwlGfLQk/s72-c/71a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
