<?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-5043866048940150106</id><updated>2012-02-17T15:45:43.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de dentro</title><subtitle type='html'>Coisas de dentro...
que pulsam nas mãos todo sentimento saído da razão/coração...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-6870693614422710419</id><published>2012-02-12T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:11:49.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_PzQ5us9HE/TzhjFbETBmI/AAAAAAAABdM/eJtj1HCgwyA/s1600/Asas+quebradas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_PzQ5us9HE/TzhjFbETBmI/AAAAAAAABdM/eJtj1HCgwyA/s320/Asas+quebradas.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;Tenho dentro, todos os sons guardados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;_Não, eu não ligo se me soam lentos ou intensos demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;São sons... Silenciosos a ponto de ecoar minhas verdades interiores, minhas saudades magoadas retidas e cristalizadas.&lt;br /&gt;O sol escondeu-se e com ele as cores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;Uma dor dorme lenta e calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;Uma folha cai em algum lugar sem destino ou paradeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;Um pássaro pousa e me canta agonias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;É o entardecer, de olhos apressados ao céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;É este silêncio sem respostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;São estes pés, cansados e tristes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;Buscando caminhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;Buscando caminhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Buscando alinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Como pássaro sem ninho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-6870693614422710419?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6870693614422710419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/02/tenho-dentro-todos-os-sons-guardados.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6870693614422710419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6870693614422710419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/02/tenho-dentro-todos-os-sons-guardados.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_PzQ5us9HE/TzhjFbETBmI/AAAAAAAABdM/eJtj1HCgwyA/s72-c/Asas+quebradas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-6729518332115249051</id><published>2012-02-05T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T10:59:59.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10267735/tumblr_llx7c2pnII1qinsovo1_500_large.jpg?1306703352" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sda="true" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10267735/tumblr_llx7c2pnII1qinsovo1_500_large.jpg?1306703352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;No silêncio das tardes frias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;Nas entranhas da solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;Há uma semente rompendo o peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem preceito, germinando na escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;Luz divina que a cegueira tirou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;Pranto adormecido que a palavra acalmou...&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/5043866048940150106-6729518332115249051?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6729518332115249051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-silencio-das-tardes-frias-nas.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6729518332115249051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6729518332115249051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-silencio-das-tardes-frias-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-6287263565110131583</id><published>2012-02-01T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T15:49:50.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu tinha tanta, tanta coisa pra falar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-np5qicH5FpA/TynPht6u7mI/AAAAAAAABdE/8LARc6hJI0M/s1600/PhotoFunia_15830da.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-np5qicH5FpA/TynPht6u7mI/AAAAAAAABdE/8LARc6hJI0M/s320/PhotoFunia_15830da.jpg" width="236px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você se lembra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De como me carregava no colo, quando eu era uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Das vezes que eu voltava da escola e você me esperava de braços abertos e me rodava pelos braços?&lt;br /&gt;Das tantas vezes que eu chorei de dor de cabeça e você veio me beijou a testa e disse; _ vai sarar. E sarava minha dor?&lt;br /&gt;Você se lembra de quando o pai ficou doente e você foi a fortaleza da casa, não deixando se abalar?&lt;br /&gt;Você se lembra de quando eu fazia faculdade e naquele frio terrível eu chegava e minha cama já estava arrumada e você na minha cama para esquentá-la?&lt;br /&gt;Você se lembra de como já rimos juntas e dos tantos segredos que te contei?&lt;br /&gt;Você se lembra de como seu sorriso meigo e seu olhar tão terno me fizeram ser melhor e mais humana?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é seu aniversário, eu estou feliz por ter você ao meu lado e agradeço a Deus por você ser a minha mãezinha, &lt;br /&gt;Tantas lembranças que tenho de ti, tantos exemplos, tantas palavras e tanto carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Fico triste quando vejo você esquecendo essas lembranças tão lindas, tão nossas&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria muito, transferir todas as tuas dores, todos os teus sofrimentos, esses sim mãe você teria que esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje é teu aniversário e quero te agradecer por ser a pessoa mais linda, por ter a alma mais pura e por ser tão especial na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo muito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-6287263565110131583?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6287263565110131583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-tinha-tanta-tanta-coisa-pra-falar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6287263565110131583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6287263565110131583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-tinha-tanta-tanta-coisa-pra-falar.html' title='Eu tinha tanta, tanta coisa pra falar...'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-np5qicH5FpA/TynPht6u7mI/AAAAAAAABdE/8LARc6hJI0M/s72-c/PhotoFunia_15830da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4494627199320334697</id><published>2012-01-31T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:09:28.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGQ_qOFepwk/TyicqJx84PI/AAAAAAAABc8/3zKsEgfUGas/s1600/Rosa-do-amor1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGQ_qOFepwk/TyicqJx84PI/AAAAAAAABc8/3zKsEgfUGas/s320/Rosa-do-amor1.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;O que dói na alma, sangra nos olhos tingindo a palidez da face em carmim vibrante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;O que dói na alma, sangra nos olhos pintando a íris de um grande &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;abandono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Como se nada tivesse aqui, como se nada importasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E não importa, eu sei que não importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Então não há olhares capazes de mover murais pintados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Não há murais coloridos destacando poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;O que há é a triste sina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;De ser só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Solidão que escorre pelos dedos das mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Solidão que pulsa apertando dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Matando em cada contração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;A esperança que ainda insistia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Em ver a luz no meio de tanta dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E não importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Eu sei que não importa, como se nada tivesse aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-4494627199320334697?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4494627199320334697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-que-doi-na-alma-sangra-nos-olhos_31.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4494627199320334697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4494627199320334697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-que-doi-na-alma-sangra-nos-olhos_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGQ_qOFepwk/TyicqJx84PI/AAAAAAAABc8/3zKsEgfUGas/s72-c/Rosa-do-amor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-2171637920690159358</id><published>2012-01-30T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:58:13.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEdQoOdrKPs/Tyc591D1ynI/AAAAAAAABcs/h1MM-a2D6ns/s1600/3_5cf7ba24be444c2ac5e342150589f80e4294ccd9_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEdQoOdrKPs/Tyc591D1ynI/AAAAAAAABcs/h1MM-a2D6ns/s1600/3_5cf7ba24be444c2ac5e342150589f80e4294ccd9_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E aprendo a cada dia, que o inverso do meu verso é pura nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É silêncio&amp;nbsp; guardado, dor calada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pensamento mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na contemplação da alegria&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/5043866048940150106-2171637920690159358?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2171637920690159358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-aprendo-cada-dia-que-o-inverso-do-meu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2171637920690159358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2171637920690159358'/><link rel='alternate' 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BILHÕES DE&lt;/personname&gt; FASES EXPLODINDO DENTRO&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/5043866048940150106-5673032194384858568?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/5673032194384858568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-vezes-nossas-luas-se-transformam-em.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/5673032194384858568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/5673032194384858568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-vezes-nossas-luas-se-transformam-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTX0uhzu_ec/Txxq4BIQFFI/AAAAAAAABcM/3xolxY0sceQ/s72-c/tumblr_ld1igwIojR1qehtldo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-1343644099590281880</id><published>2012-01-16T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T05:21:36.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXuSbYs0tcQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXuSbYs0tcQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-1343644099590281880?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1343644099590281880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1343644099590281880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1343644099590281880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4453333995166754643</id><published>2012-01-15T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:18:09.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6trcoVtZ3M/TxOaFADQpcI/AAAAAAAABbA/ypZhfAT8kZ4/s1600/_g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6trcoVtZ3M/TxOaFADQpcI/AAAAAAAABbA/ypZhfAT8kZ4/s320/_g.jpg" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;Estou grávida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;De um poema inacabado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;Filho das entrelinhas dos versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;Que tanto amei no teu olhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto as dores do parto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto as dores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;Parto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;Poema órfão, abandonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Talvez devesse abortar a dor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/5043866048940150106-4453333995166754643?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4453333995166754643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/estou-gravida-de-um-poema-inacabado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4453333995166754643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4453333995166754643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/estou-gravida-de-um-poema-inacabado.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6trcoVtZ3M/TxOaFADQpcI/AAAAAAAABbA/ypZhfAT8kZ4/s72-c/_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-3470705513978351855</id><published>2012-01-13T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:18:38.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração da serenidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StVaLxLIwbU/TqrCfjeIvQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ByGuie02o7Y/s1600/menina_rezando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StVaLxLIwbU/TqrCfjeIvQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ByGuie02o7Y/s1600/menina_rezando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Concede-me, Senhor, a serenidade necessária para aceitar as coisas que não posso modificar, coragem para modificar as que eu posso e sabedoria para distinguir uma das outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(Reinhold Niebuhr )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;vivendo um dia de cada vez, desfrutando um momento de cada vez, aceitando as dificuldades como um caminho para alcançar a paz, considerando o mundo pecador como ele é, e não como gostaria que ele fosse, confiando em Deus para endireitar todas as coisas para que eu possa ser moderadamente feliz nesta vida e sumamente feliz contigo na eternidade&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/5043866048940150106-3470705513978351855?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3470705513978351855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/oracao-da-serenidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3470705513978351855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3470705513978351855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/oracao-da-serenidade.html' title='Oração da serenidade'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StVaLxLIwbU/TqrCfjeIvQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ByGuie02o7Y/s72-c/menina_rezando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-8989065750434261266</id><published>2012-01-07T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:19:30.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvZyBTUIVQg/Twjjz3g9EoI/AAAAAAAABas/UXsGzWjupjQ/s1600/88117240505101517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvZyBTUIVQg/Twjjz3g9EoI/AAAAAAAABas/UXsGzWjupjQ/s400/88117240505101517.jpg" width="333px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; queria ter os braços largos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Abraçar o teu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;te trazer pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu só queria que a minha tristeza de hoje fosse passageira a ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;de fazer esquecer como a saudade machuca, como a tua ausência me dói...&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/5043866048940150106-8989065750434261266?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8989065750434261266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-so-queria-ter-os-bracos-largos.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8989065750434261266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8989065750434261266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-so-queria-ter-os-bracos-largos.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvZyBTUIVQg/Twjjz3g9EoI/AAAAAAAABas/UXsGzWjupjQ/s72-c/88117240505101517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-2218616152417085228</id><published>2012-01-01T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:20:09.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f9cb9c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esjMKdYeJnU/TwEiLEAfqyI/AAAAAAAABak/4EQQ5UBqwT4/s1600/aaab.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esjMKdYeJnU/TwEiLEAfqyI/AAAAAAAABak/4EQQ5UBqwT4/s320/aaab.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Talvez eu me deixe levar por essa música de fundo que me acalenta nessa madrugada me fazendo reviver passados e pensar nesse ano que se inicia. Talvez eu não devesse mais deixar o pranto desaguar sem motivos dos meus olhos e devesse com toda força tirar esse nó da garganta que sufoca o peito e faz arder os olhos impedindo de enxergar as minusculas letras que saem do pensamento.Há quatro paredes vazias e uma tela cheia de vida e de fotografias que fazem os musculos do meu coração tremerem. Eu olho cada imagem e vejo tanta história... tantos risos e prantos já esquecidos pela falha memória e sinto uma imensa saudade, saudade do que não vivi, do que não fui e do que nunca poderei fazer ou realizar.Vi estampada na tela a vida&amp;nbsp; feita de rugas e dores, de perdas e dissabores, vi o tempo correr no leito dos meus olhos desaguando as minhas faltas e angustias por não tocar quem queria. O meu mundo é tão pequeno e ao mesmo tempo tão gigante, há tantos espaços ainda para se ousar, para se viver, para ser feliz de verdade. E eu me pergunto onde mora essa felicidade tão esperada, tão desejada? mora nesse mundo tão pequeno mas também tão gigante, mora no sorriso que hoje eu senti, mora nos abraços e nas felicitações de prosperidade que hoje recebi de cada ser que me completa e mora também nos braços daqueles que não posso tocar, nos beijos que eu ja não posso sentir, mora na angustiante saudade de querer ter quem não se pode mais, por que a vida encarregou-se de esquivar-se do caminho os olhares que poderiam estar juntos, então a felicidade mora também na tristeza e na solidão de não se estar, mas de saber que a vida mesmo distante ainda pulsa ou pulsou um dia. Essa tela faz renascer em mim tantas ausências, tantas dores, tantas lembranças e tantos amores, faz com que minha alma migre do eu para o eu, do eu para o mundo tão dentro, tão meu e essas coisas de dentro tingidas nessas cores que eu pinto com minhas letras florescendo nesse meu jardim, único, mas bem pessoal regado com todos os sentimentos que estão cá dentro, ora ocultos ou revelados, em versos ou proseados e eu amo estar nesse canto só meu, vendo esse mundo entre as quatro paredes, prometendo a cada ano viajar além sol, além janela, além alma. Há um modo particular em cada cor que vejo nas sementes que plantaram esse jardim e agradeço de um modo particular além da tela as flores que aqui passaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Há tantas promessas para o novo ano e eu quero começar com um sorriso!&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/5043866048940150106-2218616152417085228?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2218616152417085228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-me-deixe-levar-por-essa-musica-de.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2218616152417085228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2218616152417085228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-me-deixe-levar-por-essa-musica-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esjMKdYeJnU/TwEiLEAfqyI/AAAAAAAABak/4EQQ5UBqwT4/s72-c/aaab.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-5796743654316109300</id><published>2012-01-01T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:20:34.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsE9pjs9mAI/TwEVBj4bdhI/AAAAAAAABaY/NtmteqIfo4g/s1600/3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsE9pjs9mAI/TwEVBj4bdhI/AAAAAAAABaY/NtmteqIfo4g/s320/3.jpeg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;Essa ponte prevista entro céu e o mar&lt;br /&gt;Entre a terra e o infinito&lt;br /&gt;Entre o sim e o não&lt;br /&gt;Entre a vida e a morte&lt;br /&gt;Esse fim de dia silenciado no azul de céu&lt;br /&gt;Entre o grito calado&lt;br /&gt;Entre o pensar e o agir&lt;br /&gt;Havia uma silêncio incômodo em minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Um choro que brota flores nas árvores&lt;br /&gt;E um susto que alcança o meu ventre&lt;br /&gt;E desses sentires indizíveis&lt;br /&gt;Uma única certeza&lt;br /&gt;Que o escurecer sempre me chega...&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/5043866048940150106-5796743654316109300?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/5796743654316109300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/ponte-prevista-entro-ceu-e-o-mar-entre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color: #f9cb9c;" /&gt;E todo o momento ficou pequeno&lt;br style="color: #f9cb9c;" /&gt;Balançaram as saias e as tranças&lt;br style="color: #f9cb9c;" /&gt;Que se fizeram infância&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/5043866048940150106-6139569629394659027?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6139569629394659027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoje-desabrocharam-dos-meus-olhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6139569629394659027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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silêncios que se guardam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f9cb9c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amassados em livros de poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f9cb9c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Colhidos em jardins de praças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f9cb9c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oferecidos a luz do luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f9cb9c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f9cb9c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há coisas silenciadas vistas e compreendidas apenas pelo olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4300009039055769410</id><published>2011-12-29T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:25:18.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar,amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEXgQeM53HQ/Tvyv1tyJiCI/AAAAAAAABZo/f0hU3ID-qfI/s1600/1281567195654_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEXgQeM53HQ/Tvyv1tyJiCI/AAAAAAAABZo/f0hU3ID-qfI/s320/1281567195654_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Eu sou louco por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Nem preciso lhe falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Eu te quero mais que  tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Basta ver no meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Quero você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;O seu beijo me enlouquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;E  me faz estremecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;O seu corpo junto ao meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Me leva às nuvens de  prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Por isso eu vou voar, voar, voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Até ao infinito só pra  te amar, amar, amar, amar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Fazer desse amor meu mundo e sonhar, sonhar,  amar, amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Fazer desse amor meu mundo e sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;O seu beijo me  enlouquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;E me faz estremecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;O seu corpo junto ao meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Me leva nas  nuvens de prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;(Amado Batista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Uma letra linda que amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEXgQeM53HQ/Tvyv1tyJiCI/AAAAAAAABZo/f0hU3ID-qfI/s72-c/1281567195654_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7928381307491241036</id><published>2011-12-28T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:52:43.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zkf1cPLtHE/Tvt9YYE9IEI/AAAAAAAABZc/mMfncRMhet0/s1600/imagesCAN1GJ8P.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zkf1cPLtHE/Tvt9YYE9IEI/AAAAAAAABZc/mMfncRMhet0/s1600/imagesCAN1GJ8P.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A minha viagem é para um lugar seguro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Desvendando os&amp;nbsp;mistérios&amp;nbsp;do meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Procurando o meu eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que sofrido&amp;nbsp;divaga&amp;nbsp;nesse tempo perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A minha viagem vai para onde mostra o meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Navega nas lágrimas para num sonho naufragar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez eu ria &amp;nbsp;desse meu passado ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E dê mais valor ao tempo presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não vou de trem, de navio ou avião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vou com que tenho em minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A certeza de que o pensamento conduz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A certeza que o que me guiará será a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E me dói no peito o que não pode ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E me dói imenso essa falta de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfNEJiHZth4/TvfV_VzsgVI/AAAAAAAABYs/3yLCjUPJ_IQ/s320/post+felicidade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Será que tudo que por nossa vida passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;tem motivos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;E que só o  coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;é quem conhece o verdadeiro amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;E as palavras tem poder  ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Baby fala pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Que gosta de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Baby fala pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Que o tempo não  mudou seu jeito de gostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;E que ainda gosta de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Eu sei que um gesto vale mais que mil palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Mas é sempre bom a gente  ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Um "Eu te amo"... Um "Adoro você"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Por isso eu quero ouvir você  dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Baby fala pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Que... gosta de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Baby fala pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;(Leonardo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-334549330171153711?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/334549330171153711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/sera-que-tudo-que-por-nossa-vida-passa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/334549330171153711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/334549330171153711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/sera-que-tudo-que-por-nossa-vida-passa.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfNEJiHZth4/TvfV_VzsgVI/AAAAAAAABYs/3yLCjUPJ_IQ/s72-c/post+felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-8479919395422470502</id><published>2011-12-25T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T10:37:23.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0YnSbQbEkTQ/TvdsrVEP_tI/AAAAAAAABYg/slvmzO5FLT4/s1600/tumblr_lmfw40qGCP1qh8anwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0YnSbQbEkTQ/TvdsrVEP_tI/AAAAAAAABYg/slvmzO5FLT4/s320/tumblr_lmfw40qGCP1qh8anwo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Eu sinto uma saudade no peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Que não tem jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Sinto uma dor angustiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Quando penso nos instantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Que não vejo o teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Eu sinto uma saudade no meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Que arde e fere sem preceito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Essa vontade enorme de te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&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/5043866048940150106-8479919395422470502?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8479919395422470502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-sinto-uma-saudade-no-peito-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8479919395422470502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8479919395422470502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-sinto-uma-saudade-no-peito-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0YnSbQbEkTQ/TvdsrVEP_tI/AAAAAAAABYg/slvmzO5FLT4/s72-c/tumblr_lmfw40qGCP1qh8anwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4551071040734330678</id><published>2011-12-23T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T12:36:35.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vX_WEE-ogus/TvTmOvqEZYI/AAAAAAAABYU/HZ6HTbreNNE/s1600/Nos-Seus-Olhos-Vejo-a-Minha-Felicidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vX_WEE-ogus/TvTmOvqEZYI/AAAAAAAABYU/HZ6HTbreNNE/s320/Nos-Seus-Olhos-Vejo-a-Minha-Felicidade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E assim ele apareceu de repente, cantando canções, sussurrando ao vento sentimentos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entrou de repente... invadiu o ambiente e fez seu trono no ousar de um coração...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela o coroou como o príncipe dos encantos... do olhar mais meigo e do sorriso mais lindo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele a cativou a tal ponto que a responsabilidade de todo sorriso, estaria apenas numa canção...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E de sonhos foram feitos todos os castelos imaginários... e ali por muito tempo habitaram...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-4551071040734330678?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4551071040734330678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-assim-ele-apareceu-de-repente.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4551071040734330678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4551071040734330678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-assim-ele-apareceu-de-repente.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vX_WEE-ogus/TvTmOvqEZYI/AAAAAAAABYU/HZ6HTbreNNE/s72-c/Nos-Seus-Olhos-Vejo-a-Minha-Felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-5016447029998342553</id><published>2011-12-22T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:04:22.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;"Retirou da escuridão meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Acendeu uma nova luz em meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Fez  nascer a primavera onde o inverno não passou&lt;br /&gt;E me deu motivos para recomeçar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mW4mS8al-BU/TvP4uhjcuZI/AAAAAAAABYI/pwEY_y5N1fM/s1600/ia-ceccoli-fairytale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mW4mS8al-BU/TvP4uhjcuZI/AAAAAAAABYI/pwEY_y5N1fM/s320/ia-ceccoli-fairytale.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;a gente pinta a vida, as vezes com cores coloridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;e se imagina fada, bruxa ou rainha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;e cria encantos, pintando cantos e pedacinhos de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;a gente pinta a vida com tinta a base d'gua, esquecendo que as lágrimas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;tem um grande poder de borrar os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;e escorrem pela face a dor de saber-se mágica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;a dor de se iludir por castelos interiores habitáveis por dragões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;A gente se inventa, se confunde, se retrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;a gente banaliza, se levanta e depois cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;e procura um beco onde tudo possa ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;e lá no cantinho do sonho, a gente esconde o olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;a gente pinta a vida sem saída, com tristezas, alegrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;prantos, amor e despedidas, mesmos as mais sentidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;e a vida é assim, as vezes preto e branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;as vezes colorida, ou esperança escorrida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;como as lágrimas que caem do olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;falta-me os pincéis, a força, a coragem para o desenho continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;e quando a vida é um rascunho, não é digna de no papel se fixar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-5016447029998342553?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/5016447029998342553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/gente-pinta-vida-as-vezes-com-cores.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/5016447029998342553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/5016447029998342553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/gente-pinta-vida-as-vezes-com-cores.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mW4mS8al-BU/TvP4uhjcuZI/AAAAAAAABYI/pwEY_y5N1fM/s72-c/ia-ceccoli-fairytale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-2250073573023454863</id><published>2011-12-22T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:30:42.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header section" id="header"&gt;&lt;div class="widget Header" id="Header1"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lp39zz="1" id="header-inner"&gt;&lt;div class="titlewrapper"&gt;&lt;h1 class="title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: small;"&gt;"Tudo posso naquele que me fortalece!" (Fl 4,13).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRZxc6n82HA/TcWTDiC-U6I/AAAAAAAABQY/Gq7liY-zBTs/s400/como-saber-se-voce-esta-pronta-para-ser-mae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRZxc6n82HA/TcWTDiC-U6I/AAAAAAAABQY/Gq7liY-zBTs/s320/como-saber-se-voce-esta-pronta-para-ser-mae.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Mãe tem gosto de aconchego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;tem cheiro que toca a pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;e impregna o olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Eu lembro do cheiro dos jasmins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;na janela do teu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Eu lembro do jeito do abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;e dos rodopios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Pai tem gosto de limites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;de olhar severo mas condutor dos caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Eu lembro das tantas vezes que seu olhar respondia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;mesmo sem eu nada perguntar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Ambos tem gosto de coração mole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-2250073573023454863?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2250073573023454863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/mae-tem-gosto-de-aconchego-tem-cheiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2250073573023454863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2250073573023454863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/mae-tem-gosto-de-aconchego-tem-cheiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRZxc6n82HA/TcWTDiC-U6I/AAAAAAAABQY/Gq7liY-zBTs/s72-c/como-saber-se-voce-esta-pronta-para-ser-mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-3880631957137087675</id><published>2011-12-21T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:45:13.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmNMxrPfBCE/S-Azv2p0r8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1aK8WkzguvU/s1600/A_GRAA~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmNMxrPfBCE/S-Azv2p0r8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1aK8WkzguvU/s320/A_GRAA~1.JPG" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Das profundezas a ti clamo, ó SENHOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Senhor, escuta a minha voz; sejam os teus ouvidos atentos à voz das minhas súplicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Se tu, SENHOR, observares as iniqüidades, Senhor, quem subsistirá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Mas contigo está o perdão, para que sejas temido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Aguardo ao SENHOR; a minha alma o aguarda, e espero na sua palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;A minha alma anseia pelo Senhor, mais do que os guardas pela manhã, mais do que aqueles que guardam pela manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Espere Israel no SENHOR, porque no SENHOR há misericórdia, e nele há abundante redenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;E ele remirá a Israel de todas as suas iniqüidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Salmos 130:1-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-3880631957137087675?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3880631957137087675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-profundezas-ti-clamo-o-senhor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3880631957137087675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3880631957137087675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-profundezas-ti-clamo-o-senhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmNMxrPfBCE/S-Azv2p0r8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1aK8WkzguvU/s72-c/A_GRAA~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-2685726913032852838</id><published>2011-12-19T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:01:02.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GIDPfgetXbE/Tu_3NLudQSI/AAAAAAAABX8/nCpkO7zeTPc/s1600/92423199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GIDPfgetXbE/Tu_3NLudQSI/AAAAAAAABX8/nCpkO7zeTPc/s400/92423199.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; que as vezes a saudade chega assim de mansinho, como brisa a encostar à face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ela dói quando não te sinto aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E eu choro pela minha falta de asas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu penso que se tuas mãos me acarinhassem o rosto eu deixaria de ter medo desse vento que me gela dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; 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E ando meio perdida&amp;nbsp; nessa busca inconstante de instantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-3"&gt;Há qualquer coisa aqui dentro que me revela a tua ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-3"&gt;Que me sugere esquecer a saudade e&amp;nbsp; passear pela felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-3"&gt;Há qualquer coisa aqui dentro que me faz esquecer o medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-3"&gt;São teus braços de lua, que me acolhem em noites escuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-3"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-8477178209107577075?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8477178209107577075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8477178209107577075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8477178209107577075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oiBufxcLq2E/S-n6fA8_4qI/AAAAAAAAFLw/Epxs3l-UGOs/s72-c/1.jpg?width=400' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-983181531924000011</id><published>2011-12-14T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T03:05:11.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/byCZIsm*R3tKuQVjsuZtxuscy4CsaMzlRvwV6DTNXmu4f0B1h13xUWCIspEBwOPRHTjd98S0G3JLnlfjqrt14-h1tWxKszAb/sedac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://api.ning.com/files/byCZIsm*R3tKuQVjsuZtxuscy4CsaMzlRvwV6DTNXmu4f0B1h13xUWCIspEBwOPRHTjd98S0G3JLnlfjqrt14-h1tWxKszAb/sedac.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-4" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ele gostava dela...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-4" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela gostava dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-4" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ambos gostavam de procurar sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-4" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E se encontravam sempre no amanhecer da primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-4" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gostavam de chuva e intensidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="font-size-4" style="font-size: small;"&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/5043866048940150106-983181531924000011?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/983181531924000011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/ele-gostava-dela.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/983181531924000011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/983181531924000011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/12/ele-gostava-dela.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4887348411398704364</id><published>2011-11-15T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:58:27.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJPKC_3xF-I/TsKlgoSzENI/AAAAAAAABVk/VcPKfwz54Xo/s1600/untitledg.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397px" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJPKC_3xF-I/TsKlgoSzENI/AAAAAAAABVk/VcPKfwz54Xo/s400/untitledg.bmp" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Por que eu só queria ter a certeza que os sorrisos fossem eternos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e eternizaria o verso que me fez voltar aos meus regressos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e voltaram as madrugadas de antes, a face parada pro nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e voltaram a lentidão do pulsar, esperando a noite cansada chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;de nada servem as janelas abertas, porque as asas dos meus dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;são amargas e frias e todo canto desfaz-se sobre a noite que me pesa nos ombros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e todo ombro cansado, jaz em sonhos impregnados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;de ilusões, nostalgia e silêncios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;roubaram-me a lua e deixaram a escuridão, os dias tristes evocam a solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e com ela adormecem as mãos, as vontades em vão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;adoecem os sentidos rasgados pela falta da paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;perdi-me&amp;nbsp; no labirinto da dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e hoje não mais insisto... resisto apenas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sobrevivo com o não e adormeço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;dispersa na imensidão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-4887348411398704364?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4887348411398704364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/11/por-que-eu-so-queria-ter-certeza-que-os.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4887348411398704364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4887348411398704364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/11/por-que-eu-so-queria-ter-certeza-que-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJPKC_3xF-I/TsKlgoSzENI/AAAAAAAABVk/VcPKfwz54Xo/s72-c/untitledg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-3569332738439641897</id><published>2011-11-05T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:45:22.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/sAlTHbIBOUPZGB2FuSbsu6tDc*-oAMDexnpG2MDy71NwT8WtgooRPL*Gy2Hit*2FtlwBaCU*fIxAL1MDYw3DqO4cJ-t8LIoW/tristeBLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272px" ida="true" src="http://api.ning.com/files/sAlTHbIBOUPZGB2FuSbsu6tDc*-oAMDexnpG2MDy71NwT8WtgooRPL*Gy2Hit*2FtlwBaCU*fIxAL1MDYw3DqO4cJ-t8LIoW/tristeBLOG.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Talvez eu tente me esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esconder os vazios que pairam no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu que sempre fiz tudo em prol do amor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vivo numa constante solidão&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu tente esconder a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Deixar a ingratidão cair ao chão&lt;br /&gt;E restaurar os passos lentos&lt;br /&gt;Que viviam em sofredão&lt;br /&gt;E me escondo&lt;br /&gt;E me entrego a essa forma de se estar só&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu tenho nos ombros o peso da ilusão&lt;br /&gt;E foi em vão todo acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Foi em vão toda promessa de reconstrução&lt;br /&gt;E ficou toda dor, encharcando o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Escorrendo lenta pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;E abandonada a própria sorte&lt;br /&gt;Sem esperanças e sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Espero á minha morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que ela não venha lenta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-3569332738439641897?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3569332738439641897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/11/talvez-eu-tente-me-esconder-esconder-os.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3569332738439641897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3569332738439641897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/11/talvez-eu-tente-me-esconder-esconder-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-2236843805605594268</id><published>2011-11-03T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:32:30.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvzEuJR3vK8/TrNAi5ichgI/AAAAAAAABU0/CW7bInvHaeY/s1600/Slide70.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvzEuJR3vK8/TrNAi5ichgI/AAAAAAAABU0/CW7bInvHaeY/s400/Slide70.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-2236843805605594268?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2236843805605594268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2236843805605594268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2236843805605594268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvzEuJR3vK8/TrNAi5ichgI/AAAAAAAABU0/CW7bInvHaeY/s72-c/Slide70.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-6959902948226090319</id><published>2011-10-30T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:43:07.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZgFcEu1lV8/Tq4KvkvBkxI/AAAAAAAABUU/mozpThhPLFU/s1600/Slide62.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZgFcEu1lV8/Tq4KvkvBkxI/AAAAAAAABUU/mozpThhPLFU/s320/Slide62.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me em seus braços, siga o meu compasso e me mostre que além de todo o tempo o destino se entrega ao amor...&amp;nbsp;E nas sutilezas do tempo... são esses gestos cravados de sonhos, desejos e vontades que ficam gravados resistindo a dor de estarmos separados!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-6959902948226090319?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6959902948226090319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/10/leve-me-em-seus-bracos-siga-o-meu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6959902948226090319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6959902948226090319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/10/leve-me-em-seus-bracos-siga-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZgFcEu1lV8/Tq4KvkvBkxI/AAAAAAAABUU/mozpThhPLFU/s72-c/Slide62.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-6032994437423509112</id><published>2011-10-15T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:49:09.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prefacio.net/galeria/galleries/Fotos/1299592313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://www.prefacio.net/galeria/galleries/Fotos/1299592313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nem tudo reflete quando encaramos os espelhos internos, por vezes olhares ja não bastam para definir a dor de se ver (dentro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É preciso gritar além das fronteiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;andar sobre pontes estreitas, firmando os passos para chegar do outro lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;as pontes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;todas elas nos faz entender que ou você recua, ou caminha sobre o medo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;caminha sobre a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sobre a saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sobre o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e encontra no final de tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a força que você acreditava não ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElEQErRf9B0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElEQErRf9B0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="25" height="25" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-6032994437423509112?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6032994437423509112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/10/nem-tudo-reflete-quando-encaramos-os.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6032994437423509112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6032994437423509112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/10/nem-tudo-reflete-quando-encaramos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-8658456294636109117</id><published>2011-10-08T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:57:03.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWilVaFi3Jc/SxBnAbO5nGI/AAAAAAAAA30/TA0P5NiT_tY/s1600/instante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWilVaFi3Jc/SxBnAbO5nGI/AAAAAAAAA30/TA0P5NiT_tY/s320/instante.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;queria reter o instante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorver os momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;absorver cada tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que me&amp;nbsp;tinge os olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;queria dominar o sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abrigo... de uma calma distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;absorver o olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entregar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos poros da alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;queria reter o instante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na plenitude constante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de amar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-8658456294636109117?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8658456294636109117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/10/queria-reter-o-instante-sorver-os.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8658456294636109117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8658456294636109117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/10/queria-reter-o-instante-sorver-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWilVaFi3Jc/SxBnAbO5nGI/AAAAAAAAA30/TA0P5NiT_tY/s72-c/instante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7120577192618560327</id><published>2011-09-29T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:53:33.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sj4ekIDo28M/ToUEUsC7S1I/AAAAAAAABRY/5MVDPeaVBqo/s1600/tumblr_li6cg9acJz1qg1gb8o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sj4ekIDo28M/ToUEUsC7S1I/AAAAAAAABRY/5MVDPeaVBqo/s320/tumblr_li6cg9acJz1qg1gb8o1_400_large.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para onde foram as palavras silenciadas pelo olhar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;faltou-me a voz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;faltou-me as palavras perfeitas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nos sussurros interiores os lábios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;disseram o que eu&amp;nbsp;sentia dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;explodiram os calores pela minha boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;só queria encostá-la à sua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para onde foram as palavras silenciadas pelo olhar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonharam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como eu te sonhei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-7120577192618560327?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7120577192618560327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-onde-foram-as-palavras-silenciadas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7120577192618560327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7120577192618560327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-onde-foram-as-palavras-silenciadas.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sj4ekIDo28M/ToUEUsC7S1I/AAAAAAAABRY/5MVDPeaVBqo/s72-c/tumblr_li6cg9acJz1qg1gb8o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4981323693071023448</id><published>2011-09-29T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:47:41.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8koqNkwiD88/ToUDVm2ixAI/AAAAAAAABRQ/4_fxv7bKC60/s1600/tumblr_lmjadfamVZ1qgmyf3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8koqNkwiD88/ToUDVm2ixAI/AAAAAAAABRQ/4_fxv7bKC60/s320/tumblr_lmjadfamVZ1qgmyf3.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as palavras me faltam&lt;br /&gt;eu choro... &lt;br /&gt;e escorre em minha face um gosto de solidão&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp;toda essa solidão dispersa pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;porque eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;eu preciso entender e dominar o meu olhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-4981323693071023448?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4981323693071023448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/09/quando-as-palavras-me-faltam-eu-choro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4981323693071023448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4981323693071023448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/09/quando-as-palavras-me-faltam-eu-choro.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8koqNkwiD88/ToUDVm2ixAI/AAAAAAAABRQ/4_fxv7bKC60/s72-c/tumblr_lmjadfamVZ1qgmyf3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-6956853857080178344</id><published>2011-09-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:36:54.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ijfYiLiFx4/Tn6gMFyK6iI/AAAAAAAABRM/EiBYYli4Chs/s320/f1065b6615d2021eb18d19c3c3aaff7cc55adddc.jpeg" width="256px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E quando caminho, mesmo sem os pés no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;busco-te entre o infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e sempre sigo a voz do coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Prossigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;é como se o dia me faltasse dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;talvez, precisasse de uma bússola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;que me levasse&amp;nbsp;à tua direção...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-6956853857080178344?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6956853857080178344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-quando-caminho-mesmo-sem-os-pes-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6956853857080178344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6956853857080178344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-quando-caminho-mesmo-sem-os-pes-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ijfYiLiFx4/Tn6gMFyK6iI/AAAAAAAABRM/EiBYYli4Chs/s72-c/f1065b6615d2021eb18d19c3c3aaff7cc55adddc.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7181471640697123066</id><published>2011-09-17T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T13:26:50.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmSc2pGJMec/TnUAWa26C5I/AAAAAAAABRE/AZgZLmf-4wc/s1600/DSC00320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmSc2pGJMec/TnUAWa26C5I/AAAAAAAABRE/AZgZLmf-4wc/s400/DSC00320.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Por que há um sonho tecendo o olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sempre que a esperança renova o azul de céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;por que há um sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e há momentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emaranhei-me nesses dias tingidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;avistando longe as vontades de asas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;teci&amp;nbsp; buscas nas infinidades das horas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;que não demoram a reclamar o olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É mais uma tarde que escorre pela minha janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e me acena de longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;os fios que não revelam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É só mais uma tarde tecida pela minha saudade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-7181471640697123066?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7181471640697123066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/09/por-que-ha-um-sonho-tecendo-o-olhar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7181471640697123066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7181471640697123066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/09/por-que-ha-um-sonho-tecendo-o-olhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmSc2pGJMec/TnUAWa26C5I/AAAAAAAABRE/AZgZLmf-4wc/s72-c/DSC00320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-2820954975542846141</id><published>2011-08-28T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:14:36.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de pele...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejGEGkzNNYg/TlqTf_TPvpI/AAAAAAAABRA/S_HFnb23FQ0/s1600/imagesCA3FOII3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejGEGkzNNYg/TlqTf_TPvpI/AAAAAAAABRA/S_HFnb23FQ0/s400/imagesCA3FOII3.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas impressões nunca deviam tatuar a pele, nunca deviam se fazer presentes, por que marcar a pele dói, assim como marcar o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as entrelinhas me cravam, me escrevem em linhas tortas de um sentir que é reto.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns sentidos não deveriam ser distantes.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas marcas não cicatrizam e alguns sentimentos não se vão com o choro.&lt;br /&gt;Minha pele tatuada é revestida com seus tons, por que a reinventaste, e nela escreveste uma história, que o tempo não apaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-2820954975542846141?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2820954975542846141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/08/coisas-de-pele.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2820954975542846141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2820954975542846141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/08/coisas-de-pele.html' title='Coisas de pele...'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejGEGkzNNYg/TlqTf_TPvpI/AAAAAAAABRA/S_HFnb23FQ0/s72-c/imagesCA3FOII3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7976135923734677860</id><published>2011-07-24T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T13:33:02.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As flores morrem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-wIZnbzEKM/TizQG4v_IWI/AAAAAAAABQs/sw0Pwr4D2BU/s1600/048.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-wIZnbzEKM/TizQG4v_IWI/AAAAAAAABQs/sw0Pwr4D2BU/s400/048.png" t$="true" width="324px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morrer faz parte de um ciclo, viver também...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;algumas vezes é&amp;nbsp; preciso morrer para( re)viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é preciso perder-se para encontrar-se &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é preciso deixar fora o que se esconde dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;renovar a terra, respirar outro ar, chorar todo pranto e deixar secar as lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é preciso plantar-se em um novo jardim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;colorir as flores e dar vida nova à casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma flor nunca está sozinha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quero agradecer a todos os meus amigos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e dizer que&amp;nbsp; plantei no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um carinho especial por cada um, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por cada palavra, por cada incentivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;por que as flores morrem? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sempre chorava quando as minhas flores morriam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;secavam e toda beleza se esvaíam diante dos olhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas eu vi um milagre de uma flor que superou toda adversidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a flor de alguém muito importante que me deixou, que&amp;nbsp; nasceu no jardim mais lindo de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anos após... a sua flor favorita renasceu, como explicar? são os milagres dos renascimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que fazem a vida valer a pena... chega de tristeza...chega das tentativas dos voos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chega de sonhos... sim os sonhos sonhados, sem tentar realizá-los...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chega de finais... de nostalgias... de dizer hoje não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As flores morrem... as velhas flores morrem, abandonan-se em versos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abandonan-se das ilusões impostas e lançam sementes que vão adormecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para um dia, não muito longe, renascer com uma diferença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um alegre flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigada a todos por tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-7976135923734677860?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7976135923734677860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-flores-morrem.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7976135923734677860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7976135923734677860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-flores-morrem.html' title='As flores morrem...'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-wIZnbzEKM/TizQG4v_IWI/AAAAAAAABQs/sw0Pwr4D2BU/s72-c/048.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-1123124827221335646</id><published>2011-07-17T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:44:36.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que sobram dentro de uma lágrima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzmmr_eMizU/TCkpd2Jib3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/71T8JQeIs8Q/LINDA.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzmmr_eMizU/TCkpd2Jib3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/71T8JQeIs8Q/LINDA.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E soube&amp;nbsp;que por mais&amp;nbsp;lhe ferissem a alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;seu lado de paz apaziguava a sua dor de não poder gritar o quanto as palavras lhe doiam o olhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-1123124827221335646?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1123124827221335646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-que-sobram-dentro-de-uma-lagrima.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1123124827221335646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1123124827221335646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-que-sobram-dentro-de-uma-lagrima.html' title='Coisas que sobram dentro de uma lágrima'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzmmr_eMizU/TCkpd2Jib3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/71T8JQeIs8Q/s72-c/LINDA.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7915510488071871645</id><published>2011-07-17T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:39:53.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que morrem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0M8Jv3iIADo/TGQAzeVuv_I/AAAAAAAACRc/1IplKXQxUeY/s1600/0d3201c9623124a528f31f8132882fc5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0M8Jv3iIADo/TGQAzeVuv_I/AAAAAAAACRc/1IplKXQxUeY/s400/0d3201c9623124a528f31f8132882fc5.jpg" width="378px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uma alma cansada repousa no branco do papel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;revira as letras e se entrega nas tortas linhas de um poema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uma dor urge de dentro de cada verso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ferindo os tantos sonhos que ali se plantou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cortou pela raiz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;toda existência e presença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;de saber-se amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Voa alma serena e triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;por que não mais ris-te?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Porque secou a seiva que a alimenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e sobraram apenas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;as tantas tormentas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;que as mãos não apagaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-7915510488071871645?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7915510488071871645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-que-morrem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7915510488071871645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7915510488071871645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-que-morrem.html' title='Coisas que morrem'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0M8Jv3iIADo/TGQAzeVuv_I/AAAAAAAACRc/1IplKXQxUeY/s72-c/0d3201c9623124a528f31f8132882fc5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-8521202564810685852</id><published>2011-07-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:43:04.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de voos e partidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeD588Cpqug/TcKbmv69X6I/AAAAAAAACA0/0VzW_VzymxI/s1600/3269946501_d29057edc0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="334px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeD588Cpqug/TcKbmv69X6I/AAAAAAAACA0/0VzW_VzymxI/s1600/3269946501_d29057edc0.jpg" width="334px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eu preciso partir para um lugar desconhecido que nunca ninguém entrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voar no meu interior, aninhar-me no meu inverso e descobrir o meu universo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca voei tão profundo nas despedidas que a vida me ofereceu&lt;br /&gt;Um adeus aqui, um nunca mais ali... Um pouso forçado nas saudades e um vôo nos cantos da minha fragilidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-8521202564810685852?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8521202564810685852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-de-voos-e-partidas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8521202564810685852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8521202564810685852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-de-voos-e-partidas.html' title='Coisas de voos e partidas'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeD588Cpqug/TcKbmv69X6I/AAAAAAAACA0/0VzW_VzymxI/s72-c/3269946501_d29057edc0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7120780745372021390</id><published>2011-07-12T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:06:26.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9X2JAdylao/ThwqvDQRMrI/AAAAAAAACBc/bWAnyHLfUKA/s1600/1255954112570_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="371px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9X2JAdylao/ThwqvDQRMrI/AAAAAAAACBc/bWAnyHLfUKA/s1600/1255954112570_f.jpg" width="498px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive um momento, que foi profundamente marcado quando o meu olhar tocou a lua, como se do meu pedestal eu pudesse tocar infinitos e ouvir do céu o alento que meu coração desejou. Por um instante eu ouvi o sussurrar das mãos, parando o tempo, alinhando dentro as batidas que teimavam em dançar com o ritmo da tua canção.&lt;br /&gt;Eu precisei chorar para que escorresse toda dor do meu olhar e não entendi como o infinito podia descansar as tantas memórias que me causavam náuseas e sufocavam como a muito vem fazendo. Era uma dor que descia lenta numa montanha de ilusão. Que feria, que cortava, que sangrava...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive um momento que foi profundamente marcado quando meu olhar tocou a lua... Eu vi uma esperança em algum lugar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-7120780745372021390?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7120780745372021390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-de-momentos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7120780745372021390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7120780745372021390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-de-momentos.html' title='Coisas de momentos'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9X2JAdylao/ThwqvDQRMrI/AAAAAAAACBc/bWAnyHLfUKA/s72-c/1255954112570_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-1127349022305009347</id><published>2011-07-09T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T19:09:02.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de temporalidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="249" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3fo3WJ1orvk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3fo3WJ1orvk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="460" height="249" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriscar-se... Por que o tempo é curto demais,&lt;br /&gt;Por que amanhã talvez não dê tempo&lt;br /&gt;De mostrar um sorriso ou&amp;nbsp; de surpreender com um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não fugir das possibilidades é um grande meio de alcançar vitória&lt;br /&gt;Procurar o sim, mesmo que todo não seja entendido&lt;br /&gt;Então... que a vida seja escancarada e aberta&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;que se dane&amp;nbsp; o que vão pensar... &lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; vale o sentimento guardado&lt;br /&gt;Não vale o amor represado&lt;br /&gt;A efemeridade da vida, não transpassa sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;E deixamos de dizer, exteriorizar o&amp;nbsp;peito&lt;br /&gt;Para não sofrermos ou por parecermos ridículos&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos de amar, de gritar... de sentir&lt;br /&gt;Sim deixamos&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo é curto demais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-1127349022305009347?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1127349022305009347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-de-temporalidades.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1127349022305009347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1127349022305009347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-de-temporalidades.html' title='Coisas de temporalidades'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-2151171288878127861</id><published>2011-07-08T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T19:11:30.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virginialee.co.uk/inner%20seasons/spring%20big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238px" m$="true" src="http://www.virginialee.co.uk/inner%20seasons/spring%20big.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O amor desce leve em minha pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Florindo estações que ousam em se indefinir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não sei dessa terra que reveste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Que silencia a primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amar é enterrar nas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Todas as sementes que o olhar produz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="25" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5VjE1NkFRk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5VjE1NkFRk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="25" height="25" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-2151171288878127861?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2151171288878127861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2151171288878127861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2151171288878127861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-de-amor.html' title='Coisas de amor'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7586502933702411306</id><published>2011-07-08T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:50:02.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TPmfSsjCr4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/fzHKNIVMFao/s400/PhotoFunia-71dd09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TPmfSsjCr4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/fzHKNIVMFao/s320/PhotoFunia-71dd09.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 10 anos&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo meu... seu&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo de lutas&lt;br /&gt;Amores, alegrias...&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo curto o bastante para dizer das entregas&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo longo o bastante para dizer do dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;E foram tempos...&lt;br /&gt;Nossos &lt;br /&gt;Ficando nos cantos dos olhos, &lt;br /&gt;Nos toques das mãos&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos que levamos minha ,tua, nossas&lt;br /&gt;E são esses tempos completos que nos fazem dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;anos após anos... Obrigada amor, por tudo&lt;br /&gt;(Amo você, Fabio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-4934776075248790588?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4934776075248790588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-de-tempo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4934776075248790588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4934776075248790588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisas-de-tempo.html' title='Coisas de tempo...'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TPmfSsjCr4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/fzHKNIVMFao/s72-c/PhotoFunia-71dd09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-835740559435115911</id><published>2011-06-27T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:53:31.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de pele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFejGnllubk/TD_r7L1stWI/AAAAAAAABoo/XPOPisd25Jg/s1600/toque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFejGnllubk/TD_r7L1stWI/AAAAAAAABoo/XPOPisd25Jg/s320/toque.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que minhas mãos sejam o transporte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que te afaga a face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que te molha os lábios &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que te fale dessa minha necessidade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da tua presença e dessa completude que me faz a tua existência &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-835740559435115911?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;além do imenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;absoluto vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cada pedaço de tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;passa e desfaz qualquer chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mas pelo menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tu estás feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(alguém tinha que estar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e foi bom saber de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;por que de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;faz tempo que não sei mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;poema da linda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(LU GENOVEZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-3332335706075694841?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-984964755781686066</id><published>2011-06-25T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:43:43.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de preces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="25" width="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0hOjYR8UZT8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0hOjYR8UZT8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="25" height="25" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPhLSFguMp8/THHD-wAY-FI/AAAAAAAATVU/SGDFn6AaVAw/s400/prece04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPhLSFguMp8/THHD-wAY-FI/AAAAAAAATVU/SGDFn6AaVAw/s400/prece04.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu olho para o&amp;nbsp;céu e tento entender essa dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que crucifica o meu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo é tão estático, tão parado diante das minhas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O sol se punha e com ele toda alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma noite angustiante invade a minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E infarta o meu pulsar, apertando sem piedade esse nó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que tenta se desamarrar lacrimejando a face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deus! ouve as minhas súplicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auxilia na minha angustia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guia o meu caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp; mostra-me a luz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-984964755781686066?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/984964755781686066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/06/coisas-de-preces.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/984964755781686066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/984964755781686066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/06/coisas-de-preces.html' title='Coisas de preces...'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPhLSFguMp8/THHD-wAY-FI/AAAAAAAATVU/SGDFn6AaVAw/s72-c/prece04.jpg' height='72' 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text-align: center;"&gt;Nem sempre o pouso é seguro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;quando a areia se abre dos pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meu sonho voou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bateu asas em vão por um espaço que nunca criei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e todos os risos, se esconderam num casulo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Já não há metamorfoses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Já não há metas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;que seguem no caminho das ilusões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É tempo de reconstruir a ponte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Entre&amp;nbsp; a realidade e a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É tempo de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mesmo que tudo diga para morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É tempo de olhar o chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;porque os sonhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;se perderam&amp;nbsp;rumo a imensidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-8630801543718767740?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8630801543718767740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxb1UVZX3yc/TFR8o_KuoaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jrg3egV0PPw/s72-c/mulher+e+borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-374070478011177495</id><published>2011-06-22T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:23:37.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que se invertem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNMiCOoELhg/TgKmNVWsDdI/AAAAAAAABPo/pl1aF2Zpt-M/s1600/untitledbbbbbbbbbb.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNMiCOoELhg/TgKmNVWsDdI/AAAAAAAABPo/pl1aF2Zpt-M/s400/untitledbbbbbbbbbb.bmp" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De repente tudo muda&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso se abre&lt;br /&gt;As cores aparecem&lt;br /&gt;E você descobre que o choro que antes escorria sem parada, estanca da face restaurando a íris&amp;nbsp; dando nova cor as janelas de dentro.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende a ver luz onda só havia escuridão e tenta de alguma forma correr na contramão&lt;br /&gt;Reestabelecendo o andar, abrindo as mãos e pegando sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;De repente tudo muda, muda o olhar&amp;nbsp; e as tantas formas de encarar os muros&lt;br /&gt;E você vê a necessidade de não chorar ou chorar baixinho não deixando o mundo ouvir os teus soluços&lt;br /&gt;E você cansa de soluçar banalidades, cansa de lutar contra o destino e se entrega&lt;br /&gt;Ao tempo... as vontades... as saudades... que por vezes doem tanto&lt;br /&gt;Mas a sua frente está o caminho: o certo, o necessário, mesmo que todas as dores insistem em sair, você as abafa ,disfarça e ri...&lt;br /&gt;Por que de repente tudo muda e o pranto também transforma-se em alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-3257809541455362621</id><published>2011-06-20T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:14:23.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acalanto e coisas que dormem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NpKtgCWAw0/SrB8fCU8LGI/AAAAAAAAECM/n_wmaPgWzTk/s320/dali.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NpKtgCWAw0/SrB8fCU8LGI/AAAAAAAAECM/n_wmaPgWzTk/s320/dali.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dorme alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afagada pelas águas que te levam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelas águas que te rolam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelas faces que descobrem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Criança grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dorme embalada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pela lua que te cuida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelas estrelas que vigiam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo verde que te brilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nestes olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que já não cantam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E depois de todo som&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois de todo sono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entenda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há ainda mais um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais um dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="25" height="25" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhKUjclkpDM/TeUyFfQnltI/AAAAAAAANyM/xBt6ROKEnB0/s1600/http___d_yimg_com_gg_u_3fa95a2550ce0086ef42d550811bb121592e211d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhKUjclkpDM/TeUyFfQnltI/AAAAAAAANyM/xBt6ROKEnB0/s400/http___d_yimg_com_gg_u_3fa95a2550ce0086ef42d550811bb121592e211d.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um céu dentro de cada retina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O que será dessa dor que ainda insiste em bater asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seria tão fácil deixar externidades, seria tão simples correr o risco de fechar os olhos e não mais&amp;nbsp;acordar Seria tão simples descansar as mãos e reescrever a ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Em casa esquina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uma lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uma rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;uma dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;rotina diante das pupilas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;a lágrima fria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Os sonhos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Metamorfoseam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Num casulo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Que se faz denso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Que se faz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dentro&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/5043866048940150106-8402102704144380995?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8402102704144380995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/06/coisas-de-asas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8402102704144380995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8402102704144380995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/06/coisas-de-asas.html' title='Coisas de asas'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhKUjclkpDM/TeUyFfQnltI/AAAAAAAANyM/xBt6ROKEnB0/s72-c/http___d_yimg_com_gg_u_3fa95a2550ce0086ef42d550811bb121592e211d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-219517064045293673</id><published>2011-06-12T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:25:30.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PsC1wsJQMc0/SJXGaxQ0YxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mk9CUN5wDCs/s400/Solidao%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270px" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PsC1wsJQMc0/SJXGaxQ0YxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mk9CUN5wDCs/s400/Solidao%5B1%5D.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/brmSRVv96Oc" width="25"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um verso engasgado sangra nos olhos, não haveria de ter lenços brancos quando a solidão tinge de vermelho toda face.&amp;nbsp;E toda dor escorre forte rasgando dentro o que deveriam ser sorrisos, &lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei dessas angústias gritantes, pulsantes sem entendimentos, essa dor sem nome que aperta o peito e sufoca a garganta do tempo, deveriam ter respostas!&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas caem solitárias, abandonaram-se no cerrar da alma&lt;br /&gt;São coisas sentidas&lt;br /&gt;Tão sentidas que a dor física se sobrepõe às forças das mãos&lt;br /&gt;Em vão todo verso...&lt;br /&gt;Toda voz que embalava os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Um verso engasgado sangra nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sangra nos olhos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-219517064045293673?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/219517064045293673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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cabe na dispensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabe o meu amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabe em três vidas inteiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabe em uma penteadeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabe nós dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabe até o meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa é a última oração pra salvar seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coração não é tão simples quanto pensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nele cabe o que não cabe na dispensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabe o meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;Cabe em três vidas inteiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabe em uma penteadeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabe essa oração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo seria simples demais, se pudéssemos tocar os sonhos com as mãos, e dar-lhe um lugar seguro dentro do coração,. Hoje me lembrei das tuas flores que me sorriam manhãs, foi inevitável guardar o choro e não sentir o aroma que ainda por muito exalou no que me restou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-3863079646983390887?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3863079646983390887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/05/tudo-seria-simples-demais-se-pudessemos.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3863079646983390887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3863079646983390887'/><link rel='alternate' 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alegra&lt;br /&gt;Sua presença me afaga&lt;br /&gt;Suas travessuras &lt;br /&gt;Delas nem lembro&lt;br /&gt;Por tanto te amar&lt;br /&gt;Você esta sempre comigo&lt;br /&gt;Em meu sorriso &lt;br /&gt;E no meu chorar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-3780130616704355524?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3780130616704355524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/05/meu-pequeno-principe.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3780130616704355524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_obS0fEZAONc/ScBM9YqCBzI/AAAAAAAAEgE/PPAKRaf3XQo/s400/despedida.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morre a lágrima no papel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando ela decide matar sua dor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beira das linhas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escorre um sentimento de luto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sepulcro, onde se enterram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todas as formas de se pensar poemas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O véu a envolve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E caminha na lentidão de seu descanso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Descanso das mãos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Descanso da entrega em vão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a folha em branco &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se preenche de vazios &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poemas mortos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que levitam num céu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Descansando a&amp;nbsp;poesia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-270862317014372364?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/270862317014372364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/05/morre-lagrima-no-papel-quando-ela.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-3344007429197550902</id><published>2011-05-10T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:47:15.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Giros&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Num olhar que se faz dentro...&lt;br /&gt;De quando em vez&lt;br /&gt;Escorre saudades nos poros da alma&lt;br /&gt;Um lenço branco enxuga a dor&lt;br /&gt;E nos cantos (da menina)dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Verdes escorridos&lt;br /&gt;Se esperançando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-3344007429197550902?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3344007429197550902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/05/photo-cube-giros-sonhos-e-todo-mundo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3344007429197550902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3344007429197550902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/05/photo-cube-giros-sonhos-e-todo-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-8262016589585513727</id><published>2011-05-06T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:40:59.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unidosnafe.com.br/joomla1.5/images/stories/pai-e-filho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208px" j8="true" src="http://www.unidosnafe.com.br/joomla1.5/images/stories/pai-e-filho.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje todas as palavras seriam poucas&lt;br /&gt;para dizer o quanto eu te amo, te admiro e acho você o melhor pai do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Por ser pra mim&lt;br /&gt;O herói mais bonito&lt;br /&gt;Por ser o infinito&lt;br /&gt;Da bondade do ser&lt;br /&gt;Por ser exemplo&lt;br /&gt;Por ser quem és&lt;br /&gt;Por encantar o meu viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-8262016589585513727?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8262016589585513727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/05/feliz-aniversario-pai.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8262016589585513727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2eq4FOitDA/TcNtsZgxSQI/AAAAAAAABMA/NsPbY6C76DA/s1600/janela_sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2eq4FOitDA/TcNtsZgxSQI/AAAAAAAABMA/NsPbY6C76DA/s320/janela_sol.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RENASÇO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em cada madrugada quando insisto em dominar o sonho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse verde leve dos olhos, esperançam-se pela beleza dos vôos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atrevidos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cruzando fronteiras de todo ser &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um vôo alto, sobre as luzes tão pequenas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que confundem com teus olhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E com o despertar das estrelas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que urge no fundo de mim como todos os momentos selados... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Renasço &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em cada madrugada quando insisto em dominar o sonho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E adormeço nos teus olhos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z4eutwaQ_NU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-5531206167073223547?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2eq4FOitDA/TcNtsZgxSQI/AAAAAAAABMA/NsPbY6C76DA/s72-c/janela_sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7392892974108408412</id><published>2011-05-04T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:21:14.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69utLdivLqM/TcH6xhOeEyI/AAAAAAAABL8/vuCbsudgUgY/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo-1+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69utLdivLqM/TcH6xhOeEyI/AAAAAAAABL8/vuCbsudgUgY/s320/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo-1+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Era primavera! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E Deus pincelou as cores da vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No útero do mundo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Renovou olhares &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com um toque de mão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fez &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cura &lt;br /&gt;Das minhas dores, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das minhas desilusões&lt;br /&gt;Era primavera! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E Deus pincelou a vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E essa cura me deu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perdão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afugentou meus medos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acarinhou meu coração &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Derramou lágrimas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me ensinou compaixão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Era primavera! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E floriu uma canção &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De ninar o sonhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gestação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De se fazer grande &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Intensa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serena &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Era primavera! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E Deus criou os anjos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E Deus criou as mães… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/siV8KJQn97o" width="25"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-7392892974108408412?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7392892974108408412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69utLdivLqM/TcH6xhOeEyI/AAAAAAAABL8/vuCbsudgUgY/s72-c/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo-1+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4219345928755321134</id><published>2011-05-01T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:40:15.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senhor cuida...</title><content type='html'>O Senhor é meu Pastor: nada me falta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em verdes pastagens o Senhor me faz repousar.&lt;br /&gt;Para as águas tranqüilas me conduz&lt;br /&gt;e restaura minhas forças;&lt;br /&gt;ele me guia por bons caminhos, por causa do seu nome.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que eu caminhe por um vale tenebroso&lt;br /&gt;nenhum mal temerei, pois estais junto a mim;&lt;br /&gt;vosso bastão e vosso cajado me deixam tranqüilo.&lt;br /&gt;Diante de mim preparastes uma mesa,&lt;br /&gt;à frente dos meus opressores;&lt;br /&gt;ungis minha cabeça com óleo&lt;br /&gt;e minha taça transborda.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, felicidade e amor me seguirão&lt;br /&gt;todos os dias da minha vida;&lt;br /&gt;minha morada é a casa do Senhor&lt;br /&gt;por dias sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Salmo 22)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-4219345928755321134?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4219345928755321134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/05/senhor-cuida.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4219345928755321134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4219345928755321134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/05/senhor-cuida.html' title='Senhor cuida...'/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4483205829060270605</id><published>2011-05-01T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T11:52:54.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BKWgPAfLDY/Tb2r7MkGNBI/AAAAAAAABL4/945LwdK8juE/s1600/140c46d435cacc2eb91cff85397ae7da53c13390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BKWgPAfLDY/Tb2r7MkGNBI/AAAAAAAABL4/945LwdK8juE/s320/140c46d435cacc2eb91cff85397ae7da53c13390.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As miragens dos meus olhos visualizam uma cor sem nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma cor forte o bastante para colorir meninas(de olhos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que insistem em&amp;nbsp;ver imensidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há silêncios descritos no pulsar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E todo arco que me envolve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reflete dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre a cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do meu amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SQJOr3cXul4" width="25"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-4483205829060270605?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4483205829060270605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-miragens-dos-meus-olhos-visualizam.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E reina nas profundezas do a(mar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;vontades ancoradas&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-9157441745231189365?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/9157441745231189365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-reina-nas-profundezas-do-amar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/9157441745231189365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/9157441745231189365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-reina-nas-profundezas-do-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHK4oW3PT3U/TDTX-VD01WI/AAAAAAAAAN8/no1iz1k6iTQ/s72-c/tumblr_l0pvnilpV11qbauryo1_500_large_large.jpg' height='72' 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Abandono-me no verso e viajo pelas margens do que fica,&lt;br /&gt;sempre quando tento me encontrar. Não há exatidão que marcam meus pulsos, a&lt;br /&gt;definição é como um livro infinito de páginas brancas, brancas apenas. E&lt;br /&gt;esqueço-me de sonhar... Sim, me esqueço nos sonhos vãos que afugentam noites,&lt;br /&gt;que despertam luas, que abrem janelas e pausam nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Que olhos? Que infinitos?&lt;br /&gt;Nada sei de nada, nada sei desses nomes que busco para definir esses gritos&lt;br /&gt;inquietantes que silenciam o olhar e doem dentro. Nada sei de memórias&lt;br /&gt;corrompidas que me vazam sempre sangrando alma.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje choram todas as letras e hoje volta a ser como era o dentro que se buscava,&lt;br /&gt;compondo prantos, amassando as melodias que dão erradas nessas pausas de&lt;br /&gt;lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;Que essa anestesia descompromissada com o mundo, liberte as sobras dos dedos&lt;br /&gt;e que cure as asas do espírito sepultando os versos&lt;br /&gt;abandonados...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-8577299826245414214?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8577299826245414214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/04/abandono-o-verso-repouso-as-maos-nao-ha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8577299826245414214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8577299826245414214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/04/abandono-o-verso-repouso-as-maos-nao-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BaSw5Y8MrCg/TbR8RSSD28I/AAAAAAAABLM/u6ZtGdpexfA/s72-c/3281507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7045897146923957773</id><published>2011-04-22T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T17:49:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/M0EBMRZx-Lo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0EBMRZx-Lo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0EBMRZx-Lo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero ser como vaso em Tuas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero ser como jardim regado por Ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero ser dependente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dependente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do Teu favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero ser como criança em Tuas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero ser como uma corça, anseio por Ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero ser dependente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dependente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do Teu favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totalmente Teu Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Totalmente Teu Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totalmente Teu Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-7045897146923957773?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7045897146923957773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-quero-ser-como-vaso-em-tuas-maos-eu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7045897146923957773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7045897146923957773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-quero-ser-como-vaso-em-tuas-maos-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4199974874451706315</id><published>2011-04-13T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:04:46.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/DFg0SC9hqeU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFg0SC9hqeU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFg0SC9hqeU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria dançar em volta dos meus silêncios&lt;br /&gt;Dançar no verso, emoldurando retratos que olhos não se cansam de ver&lt;br /&gt;Dançar os pensamentos numa melodia que vai além alma,&lt;br /&gt;Num toque suave de embalos que se unem com a transmissão de olhares.&lt;br /&gt;Dançar os dedos num tocar de mãos&lt;br /&gt;Dançar os lábios num tocar de pele&lt;br /&gt;E pausar a canção...&lt;br /&gt;E depois de toda dança, depois de toda melodia&lt;br /&gt;Desejar deitar na tua noite&lt;br /&gt;E não desejar chegar o dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-1388996989154984730?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1388996989154984730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-queria-dancar-em-volta-dos-meus_10.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1388996989154984730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1388996989154984730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-queria-dancar-em-volta-dos-meus_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-2988607649101982373</id><published>2011-04-03T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:32:24.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Falar de &lt;strike&gt;amor&lt;/strike&gt; seria mais fácil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seria mais fácil inventar retratos e pintá-los com palavras belas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Falar de &lt;strike&gt;amor&lt;/strike&gt; seria mais fácil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o fácil nem sempre é simples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E o &lt;strike&gt;amor&lt;/strike&gt; nem sempre é fácil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-2988607649101982373?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2988607649101982373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/04/falar-de-amor-seria-mais-facil-seria.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2988607649101982373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2988607649101982373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/04/falar-de-amor-seria-mais-facil-seria.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7759313483273462040</id><published>2011-04-03T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T08:27:52.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu queria vestir-me de ausências Saudades que pesam aconchegando dentro todo um pulsar que ainda insiste em acontecer Eu queria cobrir-me de imagens e num sonho bom Adormecer E a palavra me falta e com ela faltam os dias... agonias que entram sem pedir licença Invadem sem saber ser o coração precisa ou não ser arrombado, o dia me escorre lento, chove no céu e os olhos refletem as gotas que insistentemente rolam face abaixo. Hoje meu corpo dorido reclama uma luz e vento nas mãos Hoje meu corpo dorido não ouve o cair da alma no chão Hoje meu chão se abriu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-7759313483273462040?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7759313483273462040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-queria-vestir-me-de-ausencias.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7759313483273462040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7759313483273462040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-345231181668925732?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/345231181668925732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/02/pesa-uma-saudade-cansada-no-peito.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/345231181668925732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/345231181668925732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/02/pesa-uma-saudade-cansada-no-peito.html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TSE17LyB9PI/AAAAAAAABHc/VFHWFeifGrs/s400/Apresenta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o1FFyyyyyyyyyyyyy.jpg" /&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/5043866048940150106-3893846649144312412?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3893846649144312412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3893846649144312412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3893846649144312412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TSE17LyB9PI/AAAAAAAABHc/VFHWFeifGrs/s72-c/Apresenta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o1FFyyyyyyyyyyyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-8338542345718389080</id><published>2010-11-11T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:15:02.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/&lt;a href="https://btyu3g.blu.livefilestore.com/y1mJsfRONRBnynpH2nmHjDhXa-wWhPCSRtzrznoQFam9cYVbWImdaB3Gg8LS_afdHJJ3xDihYVl0zchz9ir5Xzr9ZcFBKZel04Ra5s2AlKGHTEgyPAvJCoxjfEDGlTcwS1b7oNPLkL9ZsjOs_lVVy-vTw/06aabdb72cafee0ebd6c980f31845fdb_web.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 488px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://btyu3g.blu.livefilestore.com/y1mJsfRONRBnynpH2nmHjDhXa-wWhPCSRtzrznoQFam9cYVbWImdaB3Gg8LS_afdHJJ3xDihYVl0zchz9ir5Xzr9ZcFBKZel04Ra5s2AlKGHTEgyPAvJCoxjfEDGlTcwS1b7oNPLkL9ZsjOs_lVVy-vTw/06aabdb72cafee0ebd6c980f31845fdb_web.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho no colo o lugar que espreitamos... insanos,onde adornas-tes os teus silêncios e onde cantamos os segredos de todas as letras escritas na pele&lt;br /&gt;Tenho na noite os meus mistérios que te chama quando eu te quero e que me faz ser dona das tuas madrugadas e dos teus lábios que espero&lt;br /&gt;Tenho as vontades pendentes, onde percorrem as tuas mãos, girando os poros das intenções dos dedos que deslizam meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Uma estação no cio, deixando dentro todas as proibições do tempo, e dos beijos quentes, as flores é que ficam com gostos de orvalhos&lt;br /&gt;Sou a mulher que te acorda sem sons, deixando todos os meus silêncios tatuados, gritando baixinho e cobrindo as partes que nossos pecados descobrem&lt;br /&gt;E das chuvas que trago no corpo, são as tuas gotas que adoçam o meu paladar, por que te provo e se te devoro com as mãos, elas caminham densas sem direção ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-8338542345718389080?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8338542345718389080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/11/tenho-no-colo-o-lugar-que-espreitamos.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8338542345718389080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/8338542345718389080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/11/tenho-no-colo-o-lugar-que-espreitamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-6214222223294298000</id><published>2010-11-01T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:31:58.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz0S0kcw67E/THWEHA7bvrI/AAAAAAAAArM/WNfyiUVLjJo/s1600/A%2BIMAGEM%2BDO%2BCASAL%2BABRA%C3%87ADOS,%2BAMOR%2BE%2BAFETO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz0S0kcw67E/THWEHA7bvrI/AAAAAAAAArM/WNfyiUVLjJo/s1600/A%2BIMAGEM%2BDO%2BCASAL%2BABRA%C3%87ADOS,%2BAMOR%2BE%2BAFETO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pra que falar de amor?&lt;br /&gt;Se as tuas palavras silenciam os meu olhos quando te encontro os lábios?&lt;br /&gt;Que seja doce esse amanhecer de peles&lt;br /&gt;Esse encontrar de alma&lt;br /&gt;E se eu me perder&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei&lt;br /&gt;O caminho das tuas mãos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-6214222223294298000?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6214222223294298000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/11/pra-que-falar-de-amor-se-as-tuas.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6214222223294298000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6214222223294298000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/11/pra-que-falar-de-amor-se-as-tuas.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz0S0kcw67E/THWEHA7bvrI/AAAAAAAAArM/WNfyiUVLjJo/s72-c/A%2BIMAGEM%2BDO%2BCASAL%2BABRA%C3%87ADOS,%2BAMOR%2BE%2BAFETO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4244904934040181533</id><published>2010-10-31T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:46:57.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lisieux.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lisieux.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/vazio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos teus olhos, a lembrança que tenho é sempre aquele jeito molhado de dizer calado o que te gritava dentro , eu te ouvia com os meus e me coração te falava mais que qualquer olhar pudesse transmitir e eu sei que me entendia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não era preciso tanto me lembro do último natal, eu passei por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e você me puxou pelo braço, me abraçou apertado e me disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi o nosso último natal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi o nosso último&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda não me acostumei com o vazio, talvez por que no fundo ele não existe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, o vazio não existe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando minha memória insiste em te buscar e isso acontece 24 horas por dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu preenches o meu pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, o vazio não existe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-4244904934040181533?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4244904934040181533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/10/dos-teus-olhos-lembranca-que-tenho-e.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4244904934040181533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4244904934040181533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/10/dos-teus-olhos-lembranca-que-tenho-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7906174755662950368</id><published>2010-10-31T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:22:49.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por que as vezes eu me recolho na palavra e me aconchego em seu colo, há uma cumplicidade entre os meus pensamentos, que ficam intensos quando as letras me acarinham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje deitei-me sobre o papel, com o ouvido bem encostado ouvi o teu pulsar, era o meu coração que batia veloz, numa corrida contra o tempo de dizer o que gritava cada batida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonho em ser apenas uma folha branca, nunca preenchida, tenho nas mãos as reticências da vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-7906174755662950368?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7906174755662950368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/10/por-que-as-vezes-eu-me-recolho-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7906174755662950368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7906174755662950368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/10/por-que-as-vezes-eu-me-recolho-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-782558609095781351</id><published>2010-10-26T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:38:27.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6th8XA3zBZk/SmEW31hykaI/AAAAAAAAB6k/lA2TIHvk3-w/s1600/mirror%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6th8XA3zBZk/SmEW31hykaI/AAAAAAAAB6k/lA2TIHvk3-w/s1600/mirror%5B15%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me vejo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me busco nos braços da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E procuro o que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorri o meu espelho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De quando em vez ele me olha e diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enxerga-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-782558609095781351?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6th8XA3zBZk/SmEW31hykaI/AAAAAAAAB6k/lA2TIHvk3-w/s72-c/mirror%5B15%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4191313154254952754</id><published>2010-10-19T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:45:50.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3X57nalFew/S8PPMrHZyjI/AAAAAAAAA44/mRbd7Kznpkw/s400/2qur6tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3X57nalFew/S8PPMrHZyjI/AAAAAAAAA44/mRbd7Kznpkw/s400/2qur6tv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quando em vez&lt;br /&gt;Uma constante onda me banha o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Encharca os momentos&lt;br /&gt;E faz intenso todo o verso nu&lt;br /&gt;Cru&lt;br /&gt;Que absorve cálido cada gota&lt;br /&gt;De pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Choveu por toda noite&lt;br /&gt;E ainda chove aqui&lt;br /&gt;Refletindo claras saudades banhadas&lt;br /&gt;Por essa lua imposta, escondida...&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto deste convícto temporal&lt;br /&gt;Desse trovejo com esperanças de manhãs&lt;br /&gt;E num misturar de chuva e sol&lt;br /&gt;São as cores da tua íris&lt;br /&gt;Que me salvam o dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a chuva passa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-4191313154254952754?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n3X57nalFew/S8PPMrHZyjI/AAAAAAAAA44/mRbd7Kznpkw/s72-c/2qur6tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4821697082560098959</id><published>2010-09-07T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:58:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TIaZPWvl9jI/AAAAAAAABFQ/wJJ0W3fSJxg/s1600/sol+luaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 486px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514263282844038706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TIaZPWvl9jI/AAAAAAAABFQ/wJJ0W3fSJxg/s400/sol+luaaa.jpg" /&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/5043866048940150106-4821697082560098959?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4821697082560098959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4821697082560098959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4821697082560098959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TIaZPWvl9jI/AAAAAAAABFQ/wJJ0W3fSJxg/s72-c/sol+luaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-1202525726396822699</id><published>2010-09-07T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T10:14:37.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Doxm52gjxj8/SxMXbPdizlI/AAAAAAAABe8/2J5x4rCixcU/s1600/Borboletas_azuis+arvore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 443px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Doxm52gjxj8/SxMXbPdizlI/AAAAAAAABe8/2J5x4rCixcU/s1600/Borboletas_azuis+arvore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo em mim se transforma em labaredas&lt;br /&gt;Esfriadas pelas águas que saciam o meu coração, são de azuis celestes essas águas que me escorrem tentando alcançar as suas mãos”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as águas se turvam e o tapete azul alcança meus pés eu caminho ao teu altar, nesse passar de horas que te dão um dia a mais sobre os meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Telas vividas transpassam os meus olhos e te vejo imaculado adornado em minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;É uma mistura de frio e calor onde a força do meu pulsar pudesse abrir o mar com as mãos. E glorifico o mar, por que nele navega meu coração, em tua direção, coração se turva, se curva, grita, dança desespera e acalma porque te encontra.&lt;br /&gt;Sem pretensões, interrogações ou intenções de parar o tempo apenas vou seguindo calmamente adentrando a tua história&lt;br /&gt;E quando teus olhos procuram os meus, quando nossos pensamentos se ligam com aromas de manhãs, toda a natureza aplaude, porque são esses aromas de maçãs&lt;br /&gt;Que me trazes pelo vento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-1202525726396822699?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1202525726396822699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/09/tudo-em-mim-se-transforma-em-labaredas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1202525726396822699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1202525726396822699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/09/tudo-em-mim-se-transforma-em-labaredas.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Doxm52gjxj8/SxMXbPdizlI/AAAAAAAABe8/2J5x4rCixcU/s72-c/Borboletas_azuis+arvore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7149938658841546450</id><published>2010-08-20T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:28:56.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TG7zkuE5vjI/AAAAAAAABE4/VH9bR7H_72g/s1600/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1FFuuuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507607206490127922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TG7zkuE5vjI/AAAAAAAABE4/VH9bR7H_72g/s400/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1FFuuuuu.jpg" /&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/5043866048940150106-7149938658841546450?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7149938658841546450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7149938658841546450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7149938658841546450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TG7zkuE5vjI/AAAAAAAABE4/VH9bR7H_72g/s72-c/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1FFuuuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-231523805043999946</id><published>2010-08-20T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:24:23.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TG7yew9NgSI/AAAAAAAABEw/GTPohIEu6dM/s1600/Slide28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507606004672332066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TG7yew9NgSI/AAAAAAAABEw/GTPohIEu6dM/s400/Slide28.JPG" /&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/5043866048940150106-231523805043999946?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/231523805043999946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/231523805043999946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/231523805043999946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TG7yew9NgSI/AAAAAAAABEw/GTPohIEu6dM/s72-c/Slide28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7289078555046056393</id><published>2010-08-02T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:46:20.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TFcSTJyaYbI/AAAAAAAABEo/i61mtYs5u2A/s1600/PhotoFunia-52f682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500885590110527922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TFcSTJyaYbI/AAAAAAAABEo/i61mtYs5u2A/s400/PhotoFunia-52f682.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desamarrotar memórias era isso que importava agora, já que a arrumação das gavetas começaram, a mala aberta como se  lá pudesse jogar os sonhos dobrados e a esperança desenlaçada nas camisolas de seda, renda e cetim...&lt;br /&gt;Era noite e a lua gritava no céu, seus reflexos me atingiam como holofotes virados para o lado do ator, no meu caso numa única cena... A minha vida, o meu quarto a minha mala.&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil embarcar no improvável, quando ele não tem destino, não é fácil percorrer o mar andando sobre as ondas, não é fácil voar com  pesos maiores que as asas suportam...&lt;br /&gt; Sentimentos com cheirinho de infância vão a meio às memórias, batons, perfumes, maquiagem, quando eu não mais insistir em me definir nos reflexos do meu espelho... Ah! sempre os espelhos que ando ganhando ponto, ou perdendo com eles. Não,  não há mais a menina, esta guardou-se na mala do lado das caixinhas de inocência, e tantas coisas deixadas que devo abandonar...&lt;br /&gt;Abandonar saudades, Ah como seria necessário, como seria correto esse desprendimento do que dói...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto o renascimento do sol, digo adeus à lua,  é hora de fechar-se, hora de partidas e renascimentos, hora de saídas e encontros, hora de despedidas sem lágrimas, por que no peito sorrisos de novas flores enfeitam o jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me como se toda leveza me desse as mãos, e toda mudança ocorre como átomos em disparadas em rumo a transformação,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ao olhar para mim, tive a  certeza de que vale o sim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-7289078555046056393?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7289078555046056393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/08/desamarrotar-memorias-era-isso-que.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7289078555046056393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7289078555046056393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/08/desamarrotar-memorias-era-isso-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TFcSTJyaYbI/AAAAAAAABEo/i61mtYs5u2A/s72-c/PhotoFunia-52f682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4342836267493804570</id><published>2010-07-30T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:28:20.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TFNf_NON12I/AAAAAAAABEg/oak05RPiSJo/s1600/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499845109435193186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TFNf_NON12I/AAAAAAAABEg/oak05RPiSJo/s400/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TFNfDMi-8mI/AAAAAAAABEY/lGY2qa-QmhU/s1600/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5043866048940150106-4342836267493804570?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4342836267493804570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4342836267493804570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4342836267493804570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TFNf_NON12I/AAAAAAAABEg/oak05RPiSJo/s72-c/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-6671650992356267403</id><published>2010-07-15T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T16:05:54.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kPpqWayvuA/SmC7FJo6g7I/AAAAAAAAB9E/JI-LAxijlxI/s320/um+ponto+de+vista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kPpqWayvuA/SmC7FJo6g7I/AAAAAAAAB9E/JI-LAxijlxI/s320/um+ponto+de+vista.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É como se as linhas que reescrevem os momentos fossem escritas de lápis branco e todas as possibilidades de fazer um chão num papel ficasse voando apenas no céu, reinventando miragens de cima do que o pensamento realmente precisa,&lt;br /&gt;E toda escrita que preenche o papel representasse a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Que grita... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-6671650992356267403?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6671650992356267403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-como-se-as-linhas-que-reescrevem-os.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6671650992356267403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6671650992356267403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-como-se-as-linhas-que-reescrevem-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kPpqWayvuA/SmC7FJo6g7I/AAAAAAAAB9E/JI-LAxijlxI/s72-c/um+ponto+de+vista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-5948222530189189596</id><published>2010-07-13T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:14:00.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/TDzk3ppjAmI/AAAAAAAABEE/pKCsF965xEY/s1600/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1FFjjjjjjjjjjjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472768131262151778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S_MtnpH1fGI/AAAAAAAABDo/YqXJFmoBrXc/s400/Slide18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S_MtaVbZ9II/AAAAAAAABDg/iZ2pdAz0IbE/s1600/Slide34.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5043866048940150106-2938782138110774477?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2938782138110774477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_5867.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2938782138110774477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/2938782138110774477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_5867.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S_MtnpH1fGI/AAAAAAAABDo/YqXJFmoBrXc/s72-c/Slide18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-1966358194090657420</id><published>2010-05-18T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:12:02.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S_MsxrY33uI/AAAAAAAABDY/H6BOcnBpC1Y/s1600/Slide16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472767204157546210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S_MsxrY33uI/AAAAAAAABDY/H6BOcnBpC1Y/s400/Slide16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S_MsnjwvFDI/AAAAAAAABDQ/nw2X761ttlI/s1600/Slide9.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5043866048940150106-1966358194090657420?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1966358194090657420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1966358194090657420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/1966358194090657420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S_MsxrY33uI/AAAAAAAABDY/H6BOcnBpC1Y/s72-c/Slide16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-5575450799614044056</id><published>2010-05-18T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:09:07.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S_MsEt6w6BI/AAAAAAAABDI/lnZO7QDeeFU/s1600/Slide9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472766431742453778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S_MsEt6w6BI/AAAAAAAABDI/lnZO7QDeeFU/s400/Slide9.JPG" /&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/5043866048940150106-5575450799614044056?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/5575450799614044056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/5575450799614044056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/5575450799614044056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S_MsEt6w6BI/AAAAAAAABDI/lnZO7QDeeFU/s72-c/Slide9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7382591325202693041</id><published>2010-05-08T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:54:03.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S-YjbQqnFPI/AAAAAAAABDA/Xk1yuH3QNYs/s1600/PhotoFunia_15830da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469097748725175538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S-YjbQqnFPI/AAAAAAAABDA/Xk1yuH3QNYs/s320/PhotoFunia_15830da.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sempre tive aquela sensação de céu quando estava em seus braços. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E voava numa paz infinita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sua voz sempre me espantou o medo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suas mãos sempre me mostraram a direção &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E seu coração sempre me ensinou o que é o amor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olhando nos teus olhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho a certeza de que Anjos existem.&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/5043866048940150106-7382591325202693041?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7382591325202693041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-sempre-tive-aquela-sensacao-de-ceu.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7382591325202693041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7382591325202693041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-sempre-tive-aquela-sensacao-de-ceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S-YjbQqnFPI/AAAAAAAABDA/Xk1yuH3QNYs/s72-c/PhotoFunia_15830da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-7866034328066578658</id><published>2010-04-26T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:23:48.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zA0riBoc5Ko/Srl6zUuvw_I/AAAAAAAACtQ/mB7lvQI8BVY/s400/Andreas+Puhl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zA0riBoc5Ko/Srl6zUuvw_I/AAAAAAAACtQ/mB7lvQI8BVY/s400/Andreas+Puhl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    " A noite me esparramou palavras que bastaram para eu adormecer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             Minha cama vazia me chama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             Meus lencóis me abraçam&lt;br /&gt;                                             Meu travesseiro segredam meus desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             E te busco num gosto de sonho bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             Não desejando mais acordar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-7866034328066578658?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7866034328066578658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/04/noite-me-esparramou-palavras-que.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7866034328066578658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/7866034328066578658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/04/noite-me-esparramou-palavras-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zA0riBoc5Ko/Srl6zUuvw_I/AAAAAAAACtQ/mB7lvQI8BVY/s72-c/Andreas+Puhl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-4372843210637365550</id><published>2010-04-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:07:28.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S8-hLCZRPtI/AAAAAAAABC4/qKIREVQixx4/s1600/kjhkjh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462762084017192658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S8-hLCZRPtI/AAAAAAAABC4/qKIREVQixx4/s200/kjhkjh.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Escorre-me um verso&lt;br /&gt;Vazio de saudade&lt;br /&gt;O pranto segue o curso&lt;br /&gt;Da fria face&lt;br /&gt;E gela&lt;br /&gt;           E salga&lt;br /&gt;                         E some...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-4372843210637365550?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4372843210637365550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/04/escorre-me-um-verso-vazio-de-saudade-o.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4372843210637365550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/4372843210637365550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/04/escorre-me-um-verso-vazio-de-saudade-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S8-hLCZRPtI/AAAAAAAABC4/qKIREVQixx4/s72-c/kjhkjh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-3073228970506700382</id><published>2010-04-21T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:03:08.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S8-gKESx_FI/AAAAAAAABCw/rERrjkyQBrI/s1600/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462760967835352146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S8-gKESx_FI/AAAAAAAABCw/rERrjkyQBrI/s200/j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Traduzir silêncios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com pele tatuada em notas frias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rebeldia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que me ama de noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E me mata de dia...&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/5043866048940150106-3073228970506700382?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3073228970506700382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/04/traduzir-silencios-com-pele-tatuada-em.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3073228970506700382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/3073228970506700382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/04/traduzir-silencios-com-pele-tatuada-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3NAF35eHxw/S8-gKESx_FI/AAAAAAAABCw/rERrjkyQBrI/s72-c/j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5043866048940150106.post-6809453390952440086</id><published>2010-04-16T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:05:53.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que bom filho ter você de volta depois de mais uma semana intensa no hospital&lt;br /&gt;Agora posso ver seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Ver o brilho dos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sentir seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043866048940150106-6809453390952440086?l=tristeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/feeds/6809453390952440086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-bom-filho-ter-voce-de-volta-depois.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6809453390952440086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5043866048940150106/posts/default/6809453390952440086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristeflor.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-bom-filho-ter-voce-de-volta-depois.html' title=''/><author><name>Márcia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000321029837475825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpOowtzs_ms/Tu5DvBEd_4I/AAAAAAAABWg/-9wmklMeU3o/s220/%257E%255D%257E%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
