<?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-7148999559705045499</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:07:32.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pôr-do-sol amigo</title><subtitle type='html'>"Adquira conhecimento como se fosse viver para sempre e viva como se fosse morrer amanhã..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-7296256692840785989</id><published>2011-03-30T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:51:03.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bolhas&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plOc8LAcBOk/TZM1AoX1jWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mi0B9p67Ly4/s1600/P1010758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plOc8LAcBOk/TZM1AoX1jWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mi0B9p67Ly4/s400/P1010758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis bolhas de sabão a te envolver&lt;br /&gt;E meus braços a te proteger&lt;br /&gt;Teu riso alegre sem cessar&lt;br /&gt;E o desejo de para sempre ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis meu reflexo nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Em teu peito fazer meu repouso&lt;br /&gt;O meu sossego no teu amor em colo&lt;br /&gt;E nos meu lábios teu beijo gostoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero aqui hoje agora sempre&lt;br /&gt;Viver este amor que em mim vibra&lt;br /&gt;Com a sorte de quem se lembre&lt;br /&gt;Que o mais importante é que se viva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-7296256692840785989?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/7296256692840785989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2011/03/bolhas-quis-bolhas-de-sabao-te-envolver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/7296256692840785989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/7296256692840785989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2011/03/bolhas-quis-bolhas-de-sabao-te-envolver.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plOc8LAcBOk/TZM1AoX1jWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mi0B9p67Ly4/s72-c/P1010758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-6944075678813308604</id><published>2010-04-05T20:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:03:59.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheiro, não foge de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/ShYBMuO8RBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/24xlrvTXaBo/s400/lindo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venha me beijar de uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pensa demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra decidir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venha a mim de corpo e alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libera e deixa o que for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos unir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vá fugir mais uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vença a falta de ar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a flor do medo traz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tente pensar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode até ser mau e tal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas pode até ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo vai mudar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso pressentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você vai lembrar e rir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguma dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não vai matar ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser vista e nos rondar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não precisa se assustar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso é clamor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venha me beijar de uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feito nuvem no ar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem aflição&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venha a mim de corpo e alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libera a paz do meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vá se perder outra vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesse mesmo lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por onde já passou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tente pensar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode até ser sonho e tal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas pode até ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja o amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Djavan e suas sempre cabíveis e irresistíveis palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-6170315325819048088?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/6170315325819048088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/flor-do-medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/6170315325819048088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/6170315325819048088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/flor-do-medo.html' title='Flor do Medo'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/ShYBMuO8RBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/24xlrvTXaBo/s72-c/lindo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-1755783657349191111</id><published>2009-03-18T22:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:51:01.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Te quero só pra mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/ScGyLJvL_qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Wz3u8v2eGA8/s1600-h/Uarini+AM+2008+(1383).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314724939936038562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/ScGyLJvL_qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Wz3u8v2eGA8/s400/Uarini+AM+2008+(1383).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não te quero longe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como se fosse monge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu te quero perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como se fosse certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu te quero lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como se fosse um mimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu te quero meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No meu apogeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não te quero parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do que não se reparte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nem tuas migalhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que me respingam as calhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu te quero inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Com seu sorriso perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seu jeito de nada dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E tudo fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu te quero sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Só pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Para à hora que eu quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Te beijar sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu te quero inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Intenso, eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e por todo o sempre...&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/7148999559705045499-1755783657349191111?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/1755783657349191111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-quero-so-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/1755783657349191111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/1755783657349191111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-quero-so-pra-mim.html' title='Te quero só pra mim...'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/ScGyLJvL_qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Wz3u8v2eGA8/s72-c/Uarini+AM+2008+(1383).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-8115868289323991819</id><published>2009-03-12T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:47:08.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vôo de Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SbkAmFC15_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/VokHwcvnV_U/s1600-h/P1060374edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312277889649338354" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Eu quis ver o inaudível&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Tocar o invisível&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Ouvir o intocável&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Saber os meus segredos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Hoje eu quero meu vôo livre&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;A certeza de vento no peito aberto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Asas abertas ao novo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;à brisa da aurora do meu novo amanhecer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-8115868289323991819?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8115868289323991819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/voo-de-liberdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/8115868289323991819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/8115868289323991819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/voo-de-liberdade.html' title='Vôo de Liberdade'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SbkAmFC15_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/VokHwcvnV_U/s72-c/P1060374edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-2182197342827127919</id><published>2009-02-17T22:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:54:40.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança... Tudo passa... até uva passa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SZws-xRVDCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/J5cO0cyAJhg/s1600-h/P1050741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304163918025133090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SZws-xRVDCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/J5cO0cyAJhg/s400/P1050741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Então se ligue e busque felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pra existir história tem que existir verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Numa estrela cadente o sonho se faz presente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;no compasso do batuque de um coração doente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A fera tá ferida mas não tá morta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Deus fecha a janela mas deixa aberta a porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Túlio Dek)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-2182197342827127919?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/2182197342827127919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/esperanca-tudo-passa-ate-uva-passa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/2182197342827127919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/2182197342827127919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/esperanca-tudo-passa-ate-uva-passa.html' title='Esperança... Tudo passa... até uva passa...'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SZws-xRVDCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/J5cO0cyAJhg/s72-c/P1050741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-6449102768997084820</id><published>2008-11-05T13:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:47:29.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SRHbbGiv6UI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRH6VxcbQY/s1600-h/Uarini+2008+(1618).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230698032130370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SRHbbGiv6UI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRH6VxcbQY/s400/Uarini+2008+(1618).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;"Eu não sei&lt;/div&gt;Se vem de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Do céu ficar azul&lt;br /&gt;Ou virá&lt;br /&gt;Dos olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;Essa cor&lt;br /&gt;Que azuleja o dia..."&lt;br /&gt;(Djavan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-6449102768997084820?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/6449102768997084820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-no-sei-se-vem-de-deus-do-cu-ficar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/6449102768997084820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/6449102768997084820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-no-sei-se-vem-de-deus-do-cu-ficar.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SRHbbGiv6UI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dpRH6VxcbQY/s72-c/Uarini+2008+(1618).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-2531003739690060554</id><published>2008-10-17T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:19:38.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPjxlxneOkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9p-D_7gTpfU/s1600-h/Uarini+2008+(532)edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258218196231404098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPjxlxneOkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9p-D_7gTpfU/s400/Uarini+2008+(532)edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por que você não vem me ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Vem e me faz sentir segura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quero ver através dos teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Contigo tomar banho de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quero-te perto e pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por que você não vem?&lt;br /&gt;Quero encontrar teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e acertar nossos olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quero você sempre bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quero contigo navegar outros mares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quero ter coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;De te tocar e boca e beijar os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-2531003739690060554?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/2531003739690060554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/por-que-voc-no-vem-me-ver-vem-e-me-faz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/2531003739690060554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/2531003739690060554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/por-que-voc-no-vem-me-ver-vem-e-me-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPjxlxneOkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9p-D_7gTpfU/s72-c/Uarini+2008+(532)edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-4932587575096029974</id><published>2008-10-16T15:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:43:44.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboletas no Estômago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPeXvBRm9OI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/npvDiH2anB0/s1600-h/Uarini+2008+(1201).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257837924030280930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPeXvBRm9OI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/npvDiH2anB0/s400/Uarini+2008+(1201).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tu que me tocas em palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fazes despertar minhas borboletas adormecidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Levas-me a querer tocar teu cabelos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a querer passar o tempo contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu estava só, quieta, na minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu apareces para me arrancar o suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Para querer me ver mais que como amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Querer abraçar-te tanto como se fosses um imenso urso de pelúcia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora que acordastes todas elas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e estão envolvendo-me em ares, músicas e perfumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por favor deixes que eu me surpreenda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com um "olá" em sussurro ao pé do ouvido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da próxima primeira vez que nos encontrarmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai, dói-me a barriga só de pensar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudade. Só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-4932587575096029974?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/4932587575096029974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/borboletas-no-estmago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/4932587575096029974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/4932587575096029974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/borboletas-no-estmago.html' title='Borboletas no Estômago'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPeXvBRm9OI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/npvDiH2anB0/s72-c/Uarini+2008+(1201).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-3429801948826983865</id><published>2008-10-14T17:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:24:42.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peixe que te quero vivo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPULV-jqjgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UboyAo4aoiI/s1600-h/P1040543edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257120612222668290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPULV-jqjgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UboyAo4aoiI/s400/P1040543edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Salva-me do predadorismo humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sou peixe, não sou cigano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mesmo assim nado entre furos e rios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;À procura de ambientes menos frios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tento fugir dos barcos que passam por aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que de tão raso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nada mais resta além de subir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E fugir de um esmago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somos tantos, milhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sardinhas,pacus e jaraquis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esperançosos de novos olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Dos que que navegam por nossos lares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Espera homem, espera mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Depois de alguns meses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Terás-nos de volta em seus pratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Espera apenas que nossos filhos nasçam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-3429801948826983865?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/3429801948826983865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/salva-me-do-predadorismo-humano-eu-sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/3429801948826983865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/3429801948826983865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/salva-me-do-predadorismo-humano-eu-sou.html' title='Peixe que te quero vivo!'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPULV-jqjgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UboyAo4aoiI/s72-c/P1040543edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-75142191397651640</id><published>2008-10-13T11:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:37:18.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabia, Sabiá?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPNp50rvusI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KGg-KZpR49U/s1600-h/P1000844edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661632187087554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPNp50rvusI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KGg-KZpR49U/s400/P1000844edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você sabia, Sabiá?&lt;/div&gt;Que enquanto estás a veres&lt;br /&gt;o que aqui embaixo há...&lt;br /&gt;Nada além de seres&lt;br /&gt;passam uns pelos outros sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Esbarram-se sem dores&lt;br /&gt;Sofrem sem amores&lt;br /&gt;Amam sem cores&lt;br /&gt;Correm sem flores&lt;br /&gt;e permanecem sem "o que há".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabias?&lt;br /&gt;Que quanto mais queremos&lt;br /&gt;Mais perdemos&lt;br /&gt;Que quanto mais amamos&lt;br /&gt;Mais nos perdemos&lt;br /&gt;Que quanto mais acreditamos&lt;br /&gt;Mais nos enganamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num engano súbito&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que estavas a me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estás aí apenas a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E a observar-nos mudo&lt;br /&gt;Cantas, ó, sabiá,&lt;br /&gt;Que assim quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Alguém te ouvirá&lt;br /&gt;E atenderá ao teu convite&lt;br /&gt;De viver a vida&lt;br /&gt;Pela última vez colorida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-75142191397651640?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/75142191397651640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/sabia-sabi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/75142191397651640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/75142191397651640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/sabia-sabi.html' title='Sabia, Sabiá?'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SPNp50rvusI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KGg-KZpR49U/s72-c/P1000844edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-4033474076346933084</id><published>2008-10-10T12:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:00:35.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SO-IbCJbQBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eO08lmnLTFg/s1600-h/Jorge+Vercilo+Alphaville+(88)edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255569288178909202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SO-IbCJbQBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eO08lmnLTFg/s400/Jorge+Vercilo+Alphaville+(88)edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chama-me de teu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;de teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;de teu neném&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;que te dou meu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chama-me de fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;que faço teu jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Venho te aquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e te aquiescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chama-me de flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que eu te mudo de cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Faz-me tua princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E tu minha realeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chama-me de tocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que te ilumino o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E também de rocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E te faço seguro no ninho&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/7148999559705045499-4033474076346933084?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/4033474076346933084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/chama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/4033474076346933084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/4033474076346933084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/chama.html' title='Chama'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SO-IbCJbQBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eO08lmnLTFg/s72-c/Jorge+Vercilo+Alphaville+(88)edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-8971816622469133724</id><published>2008-10-09T16:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:53:27.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Filtro dos Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SO5u-dQ77xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QcZBU-7WQxU/s1600-h/DSC01952edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255259834474557202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SO5u-dQ77xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QcZBU-7WQxU/s400/DSC01952edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Filtra-me os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Porque deles quero viver&lt;br /&gt;E já não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;impurezas beber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Eu quero a pureza&lt;br /&gt;A amizade e paz&lt;br /&gt;Quero a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De um dia a mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Deixo os pés descalços&lt;br /&gt;para tocar o chão&lt;br /&gt;Aperto os laços&lt;br /&gt;E te tenho no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Quero brisa e rede&lt;br /&gt;Comida no fogo&lt;br /&gt;Vista para o verde&lt;br /&gt;E crianças pegando fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ou para o azul do céu&lt;br /&gt;O que quero é ver&lt;br /&gt;teu riso encabulado&lt;br /&gt;E ouvir tua risada como música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Vim buscar teus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Para juntar aos meus&lt;br /&gt;E em noites de junho&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que a dor morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Que já não há mais sono&lt;br /&gt;E não preciso acordar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aqui é real&lt;br /&gt;E nossa vida é sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-8971816622469133724?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8971816622469133724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/filtro-dos-sonhos_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/8971816622469133724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/8971816622469133724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/filtro-dos-sonhos_09.html' title='Filtro dos Sonhos'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SO5u-dQ77xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QcZBU-7WQxU/s72-c/DSC01952edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-1936422968778398482</id><published>2008-10-07T17:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:48:05.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrelas Tristes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SOvYwljoUZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M9qJcfcV_9o/s1600-h/P1010960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531719484690834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SOvYwljoUZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M9qJcfcV_9o/s400/P1010960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto-me como estrelas verdes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como sol frio e azul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como comida para não morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E escrevo para não chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto-me como uvas amarelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma lua quente e roxeada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bebo água para não secar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se tantas lágrimas só sei derramar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saio como se não fosse voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como se o que ficasse não me importasse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como se dinheiro não tivesse relevância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque ter você é o que faz a minha vida valer à pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-1936422968778398482?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/1936422968778398482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/estrelas-tristes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/1936422968778398482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/1936422968778398482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/estrelas-tristes.html' title='Estrelas Tristes'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SOvYwljoUZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M9qJcfcV_9o/s72-c/P1010960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-4193628075557798528</id><published>2008-10-07T09:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:56:15.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SOtuarPE6PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WxoavcEb56g/s1600-h/P1000867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254414794819430642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SOtuarPE6PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WxoavcEb56g/s400/P1000867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu nome é saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vim te segurar o braço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E te fazer chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num risco ou num traço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essas estrelas penduradas no céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me fazem lembrar do teu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cobrir-te com meu manto de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proteger-te de temporal ou chuvisco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu queria tirar versos lindos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para enfeitar-te o dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enxugar-te as lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E consolar-te o coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seguir teus passos por qualquer caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Correr contigo por outros quintais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Descobrir-te em cada sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E, sempre, a cada dia amar-te mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-4193628075557798528?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/4193628075557798528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/4193628075557798528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/4193628075557798528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/10/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SOtuarPE6PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WxoavcEb56g/s72-c/P1000867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-7462309704252719188</id><published>2008-09-30T10:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:51:10.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Balão do Amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SOI6-Az9ycI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-vsWIaK6Nyg/s1600-h/P1040097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251824952511678914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SOI6-Az9ycI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-vsWIaK6Nyg/s400/P1040097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu quis ouvir o silêncio do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quis entrar num imenso balão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E nele sair por aí à toa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E de lá de cima ver o mundo azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mas quando subi foi diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tudo o que vi foi gente sem graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Gente amor e sem cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mundo descolorido e dolorido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu só queria sentir a brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Abraçando-me em melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Queria o vento soprando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;novos ares e amores para a minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-7462309704252719188?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/7462309704252719188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-quis-ouvir-o-silncio-do-mundo-quis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/7462309704252719188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/7462309704252719188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-quis-ouvir-o-silncio-do-mundo-quis.html' title='Balão do Amor!'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SOI6-Az9ycI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-vsWIaK6Nyg/s72-c/P1040097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-3686906561804651272</id><published>2008-09-26T14:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:31:35.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me olhe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SN02qPu1_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZpgyWGopdEg/s1600-h/P1040290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250412839989280146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SN02qPu1_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZpgyWGopdEg/s400/P1040290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Não me olhe com esse jeito&lt;br /&gt;De quem quer sair voando&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse perfeito&lt;br /&gt;E já não me quisesse te amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe com essa sensação&lt;br /&gt;De que tudo só foi paixão&lt;br /&gt;Como se já não tivesse amor no peito&lt;br /&gt;Nem quisesse dormir no meu leito"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-3686906561804651272?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/3686906561804651272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-me-olhe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/3686906561804651272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/3686906561804651272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-me-olhe.html' title='Não me olhe...'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SN02qPu1_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZpgyWGopdEg/s72-c/P1040290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-1002624581717213424</id><published>2008-09-24T08:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:37:11.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorido Caboclo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SNpCPw_y__I/AAAAAAAAADU/igFZ0lqWipU/s1600-h/Uarini+2008+(1688).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249581154271690738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SNpCPw_y__I/AAAAAAAAADU/igFZ0lqWipU/s400/Uarini+2008+(1688).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Redes que se entrelaçam em viagens de barco pelos rios amazônicos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-1002624581717213424?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/1002624581717213424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/09/colorido-caboclo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/1002624581717213424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/1002624581717213424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/09/colorido-caboclo.html' title='Colorido Caboclo...'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SNpCPw_y__I/AAAAAAAAADU/igFZ0lqWipU/s72-c/Uarini+2008+(1688).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-2583462524595620557</id><published>2008-08-25T14:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:18:11.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Por trás da claridade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SLMEGnwzP4I/AAAAAAAAADE/cecb0-EU-Qg/s1600-h/Uarini+AM+2008+(1030).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238535303361412994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SLMEGnwzP4I/AAAAAAAAADE/cecb0-EU-Qg/s400/Uarini+AM+2008+(1030).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por trás do invisível manto de luminosidade cegante, eu tento enxergar o invisível, aquilo que move todos nós, aquela paixão por aquela pessoa apaixonante, eu tento olhar o sol diretamente mas não consigo... Acho que ainda estou abaixo daquilo que se deve ser para se poder olhar à obra divina, à natureza, de frente, encarando-a em todas as suas nuances e performances...&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/7148999559705045499-2583462524595620557?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/2583462524595620557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/08/por-trs-da-claridade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/2583462524595620557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/2583462524595620557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/08/por-trs-da-claridade.html' title='Por trás da claridade...'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SLMEGnwzP4I/AAAAAAAAADE/cecb0-EU-Qg/s72-c/Uarini+AM+2008+(1030).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-5813556106353988373</id><published>2008-07-31T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:46:15.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SJG_QtGt-zI/AAAAAAAAACc/4cbt_ci3I3o/s1600-h/Uarini+AM+2008+(278).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229170936060443442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SJG_QtGt-zI/AAAAAAAAACc/4cbt_ci3I3o/s400/Uarini+AM+2008+(278).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Quero um machado prá quebrar o gelo... Quero acordar do sonho agora mesmo... Quero uma chance de tentar viver sem dor... Sempre estar lá e ver ele voltar... Não era mais o mesmo, mas estava em seu lugar... O tolo teme a noite como a noite vai temer o fogo...Vou chorar sem medo... Vou lembrar do tempo de onde eu via o mundo azul... A trajetória escapa o risco nu as nuvens queimam o céu, o nariz azul... Desculpe, estranho, eu voltei mais puro do céu...Na lua o lado escuro é sempre igual... No espaço a solidão é tão normal... Eu vou sonhar sem medo, eu vou lembrar do tempo de onde eu via o mundo azul..."&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/7148999559705045499-5813556106353988373?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/5813556106353988373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/07/quero-um-machado-pr-quebrar-o-gelo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/5813556106353988373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/5813556106353988373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/07/quero-um-machado-pr-quebrar-o-gelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SJG_QtGt-zI/AAAAAAAAACc/4cbt_ci3I3o/s72-c/Uarini+AM+2008+(278).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-4457476527126771617</id><published>2008-07-22T14:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:40:14.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SIY3SZnWiFI/AAAAAAAAACU/FA96KkfKGwI/s1600-h/Uarini+2008+(999).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225925206863153234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SIY3SZnWiFI/AAAAAAAAACU/FA96KkfKGwI/s400/Uarini+2008+(999).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Lá nesse lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O amanhecer é lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Com flores festejando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mais um dia que vem vindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Onde a gente pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se deitar no campo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se amar na relva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Escutando o canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dos pássaros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aproveitar a tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sem pensar na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Andar despreocupadoSem saber a hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;De voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bronzear o corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Todo sem censura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gozar a liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;De uma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sem frescura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se você não vem comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nada disso tem valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;De que vale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O paraíso sem o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se você não vem comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tudo isso vai ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No horizonte esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por nós dois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Além do horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Existe um lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bonito e tranqüilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pra gente se amar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Um tanto quanto clichê, mas totalmente adequado ao meu momento...&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/7148999559705045499-4457476527126771617?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/4457476527126771617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/07/l-nesse-lugar-o-amanhecer-lindo-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/4457476527126771617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/4457476527126771617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/07/l-nesse-lugar-o-amanhecer-lindo-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SIY3SZnWiFI/AAAAAAAAACU/FA96KkfKGwI/s72-c/Uarini+2008+(999).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-3658401315283319410</id><published>2008-06-24T15:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:38:39.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o escritor de crônicas de quero pra mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SGFM3tzHoXI/AAAAAAAAACM/o1KfoZgi4fc/s1600-h/Uarini+2008+(827).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215534363542266226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="359" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SGFM3tzHoXI/AAAAAAAAACM/o1KfoZgi4fc/s400/Uarini+2008+(827).JPG" width="435" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero você tanto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqui quietinho no meu colo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carinhando a pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enroscando as pernas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero você por inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para lhe cantar meu canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com seu olhar sereno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E seu riso sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero você no meu abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Encaixe perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e calor aconchegante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;para cessar meu pranto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero você porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;És extremamente e exatamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem venho pedindo a Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em oração e prece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-3658401315283319410?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/3658401315283319410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/para-o-escritor-de-crnicas-de-quero-pra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/3658401315283319410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/3658401315283319410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/para-o-escritor-de-crnicas-de-quero-pra.html' title='Para o escritor de crônicas de quero pra mim...'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SGFM3tzHoXI/AAAAAAAAACM/o1KfoZgi4fc/s72-c/Uarini+2008+(827).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-3813449650966006785</id><published>2008-06-23T09:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:52:17.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite de São João</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SF-k8qoAZvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/o3jvpqQ88Nw/s1600-h/Uarini+2008+(865).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215068255659517682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SF-k8qoAZvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/o3jvpqQ88Nw/s400/Uarini+2008+(865).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedi pra Deus colocar aquela lua&lt;br /&gt;no céu pra você, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Para iluminar essa noite&lt;br /&gt;Que é noite de São João.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-3813449650966006785?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/3813449650966006785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/noite-de-so-joo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/3813449650966006785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/3813449650966006785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/noite-de-so-joo.html' title='Noite de São João'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SF-k8qoAZvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/o3jvpqQ88Nw/s72-c/Uarini+2008+(865).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-557205063327074271</id><published>2008-06-19T10:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:04:57.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFp06vQZ9VI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ko4urAh8Dxg/s1600-h/Minhas+fotos+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213608071101281618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFp06vQZ9VI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ko4urAh8Dxg/s400/Minhas+fotos+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procurei no dicionário&lt;br /&gt;Uma única palavra&lt;br /&gt;Para a dor que senti ontem&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi só dor de saudade ou solidão&lt;br /&gt;Não foi só o isolamento&lt;br /&gt;Não foi só não poder falar com ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Não foi só estar longe dos que amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi além.&lt;br /&gt;Foi dolorido, maltratante&lt;br /&gt;Foi desumano e descolorido&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que devia ter sido o meu dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformou-se em noite&lt;br /&gt;E não vi o sol brilhar hora nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;Não havia luz que me iluminasse&lt;br /&gt;Uma tormenta tão grande&lt;br /&gt;Que fiquei irreconhecível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sobrou-me olhos secos, ressecados&lt;br /&gt;Sobrou um caco&lt;br /&gt;De uma mulher que ontem&lt;br /&gt;quebrantou-se em lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso aqui é quase tortura&lt;br /&gt;Cidadezinha no meio do nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada no meio da Amazônia&lt;br /&gt;Totalmente incomunicável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no peito uma vontade latejante e interminável&lt;br /&gt;De ouvi-lo dizer:&lt;br /&gt;“Oi, mamãããããe!”&lt;br /&gt;Com sua doçura que lhe é peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só saudade&lt;br /&gt;E uma dor dolorida no peito&lt;br /&gt;Reflexo da súbita dor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que arrebatou meu leito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-557205063327074271?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/557205063327074271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/sem-palavras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/557205063327074271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/557205063327074271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/sem-palavras.html' title='Sem palavras'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFp06vQZ9VI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ko4urAh8Dxg/s72-c/Minhas+fotos+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-756889643723793960</id><published>2008-06-18T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:48:05.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1/4 de Século</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFkD6ZZBNtI/AAAAAAAAABs/ti9id72KE_c/s1600-h/Vela25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213202345441179346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFkD6ZZBNtI/AAAAAAAAABs/ti9id72KE_c/s400/Vela25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saldo de Gols: 25!&lt;br /&gt;1º Lugar no Campeonato!&lt;br /&gt;Melhor ataque.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor defesa.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor time em campo.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor Técnica!&lt;br /&gt;Eu e meu próprio time somos a melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser que morra de inveja.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o passe dos meus sentimentos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e valores não estão à venda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-756889643723793960?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/756889643723793960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/14-de-sculo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/756889643723793960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/756889643723793960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/14-de-sculo.html' title='1/4 de Século'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFkD6ZZBNtI/AAAAAAAAABs/ti9id72KE_c/s72-c/Vela25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-6432701472678379918</id><published>2008-06-16T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:22:01.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"O amor é fogo que arde sem se ver..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFZoqyLNXaI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZEpqBidaqus/s1600-h/P1010248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212468702960508322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFZoqyLNXaI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZEpqBidaqus/s400/P1010248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é ferida que dói, e não se sente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é um contentamento descontente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é dor que desatina sem doer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um não querer mais que bem querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é um andar solitário entre a gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é nunca contentar-se de contente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é um cuidar que ganha em se perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É querer estar preso por vontade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é servir a quem vence, o vencedor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é ter com quem nos mata, lealdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas como causar pode seu favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos corações humanos amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Luís de Camões)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-6432701472678379918?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/6432701472678379918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-amor-fogo-que-arde-sem-se-ver.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/6432701472678379918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/6432701472678379918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-amor-fogo-que-arde-sem-se-ver.html' title='&quot;O amor é fogo que arde sem se ver...&quot;'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFZoqyLNXaI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZEpqBidaqus/s72-c/P1010248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-4557243351887864593</id><published>2008-06-11T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:43:13.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Janela da Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFAqqL2J9nI/AAAAAAAAABM/bJ4nQqwD1vA/s1600-h/P1000504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210711673090471538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFAqqL2J9nI/AAAAAAAAABM/bJ4nQqwD1vA/s400/P1000504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-4557243351887864593?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/4557243351887864593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/janela-da-alma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/4557243351887864593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/4557243351887864593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/janela-da-alma.html' title='Janela da Alma'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SFAqqL2J9nI/AAAAAAAAABM/bJ4nQqwD1vA/s72-c/P1000504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-8454324652794548905</id><published>2008-06-04T16:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:29:49.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por esta janela&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo o meu futuro passar&lt;br /&gt;Ali, adiante, debaixo de um cajueiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui, como uma árvore invadindo a casa&lt;br /&gt;eu me apego nos meus valores&lt;br /&gt;e nos sonhos que me restam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que me mantém aqui&lt;br /&gt;longe de tudo e de todos&lt;br /&gt;mas perto do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso vê-lo&lt;br /&gt;meu futuro&lt;br /&gt;aqui da janela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-8454324652794548905?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8454324652794548905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/por-esta-janela-eu-vejo-o-meu-futuro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/8454324652794548905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/8454324652794548905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/06/por-esta-janela-eu-vejo-o-meu-futuro.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-2000384963212803147</id><published>2008-05-16T14:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:35:24.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>De lagarta a borboleta, eu me transformo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SC3TFXToOuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/20kPk3_-jys/s1600-h/P1000958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201045233791941346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SC3TFXToOuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/20kPk3_-jys/s400/P1000958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-2000384963212803147?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/2000384963212803147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/05/de-lagarta-borboleta-eu-me-transformo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/2000384963212803147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/2000384963212803147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/05/de-lagarta-borboleta-eu-me-transformo.html' title='De lagarta a borboleta, eu me transformo...'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SC3TFXToOuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/20kPk3_-jys/s72-c/P1000958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-1788565218349407027</id><published>2008-05-16T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:32:41.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboletas no jardim da minha alma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SC1-Y3ToOtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/usNRnDx41Vk/s1600-h/P1000911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200952110311029458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SC1-Y3ToOtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/usNRnDx41Vk/s400/P1000911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuidas do teu jardim interior&lt;br /&gt;Como quem cuida de um rei&lt;br /&gt;Porque é o teu reinado que te sustenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não penses que as borboletas&lt;br /&gt;Virão enquanto as esperas&lt;br /&gt;Pois elas vem de forma inesperada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-1788565218349407027?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/1788565218349407027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/05/borboletas-no-jardim-da-minha-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/1788565218349407027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/1788565218349407027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/05/borboletas-no-jardim-da-minha-alma.html' title='Borboletas no jardim da minha alma!'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SC1-Y3ToOtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/usNRnDx41Vk/s72-c/P1000911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-114629810103917282</id><published>2008-05-05T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:16:31.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Além...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SB8S3AErUeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8Gj83yGLeME/s1600-h/P1000181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196893231130563042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SB8S3AErUeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8Gj83yGLeME/s400/P1000181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Além Do Arco-íris - Harold Arlen&lt;br /&gt;"Além do arco-íris pode ser que alguém veja em meus olhos o que eu não posso ver além do arco-íris, só eu sei que o amor poderá me dar tudo que eu sonhei um dia a estrela vai brilhar e o sonho vai virar realidade e, leve o tempo que levar, eu sei que eu encontrarei a felicidade além do arco-íris um lugar que eu guardo em segredo que só eu sei chegar. Um dia a estrela vai brilhar e o sonho vai virar realidade e, leve o tempo que levar, eu sei que eu encontrarei a felicidade, a luz do arco-íris me fez ver que o amor dos meus sonhos tinha que ser você...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-114629810103917282?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/114629810103917282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/05/alm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/114629810103917282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/114629810103917282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/05/alm.html' title='Além...'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/SB8S3AErUeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8Gj83yGLeME/s72-c/P1000181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148999559705045499.post-2678782616536152086</id><published>2008-03-21T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:36:44.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinaugurando...</title><content type='html'>Repaginando este espaço, trago boas novas de um desejo meu em compartilhar com o mundo real e virtual as aventuras que estão prestes a se iniciar com a minha ida para Uarini. Ao contrário do fotolog, este blog, infinitamente mais reservado, deve guardar aqui os mais íntimos pensamentos desta novíssima fase, renovada e cheia de esperança eu me reapresento ao mundo como, no mínimo, uma nova mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Eu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148999559705045499-2678782616536152086?l=mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/feeds/2678782616536152086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/03/reinaugurando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/2678782616536152086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148999559705045499/posts/default/2678782616536152086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliadedirceu.blogspot.com/2008/03/reinaugurando.html' title='Reinaugurando...'/><author><name>Marília de Dirceu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083950314182821751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSwowpSzkvw/S7qOgo20w2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBd129tPzHk/S220/P10805761.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
