<?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-5941161185914356308</id><updated>2011-12-01T10:39:07.942-02:00</updated><category term='Sonhos De Uma Noite De Verão'/><category term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'>FLOWERS OF ROMANCE</title><subtitle type='html'>"A Vida É A Infância Da Imortalidade!" - Goethe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-6405312628076269970</id><published>2011-12-01T08:27:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T08:43:19.484-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MPe1MSh_m0/TtdZnkFxhxI/AAAAAAAABFs/zJyC3flmgv8/s1600/V...%2B-%2BPequeno%2BMapa%2BDo%2BTempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MPe1MSh_m0/TtdZnkFxhxI/AAAAAAAABFs/zJyC3flmgv8/s400/V...%2B-%2BPequeno%2BMapa%2BDo%2BTempo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681107991188834066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;V: Pequeno Mapa Do Tempo&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardei pistas por aí,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuras pintadas em pedra,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesias em espaço imaterial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Um futuro para ti reconhecer;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por ora já perto daqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se dentro do vaso na janela,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu casaco preto e gasto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;De novo meu novo aniversário;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Com os pés rentes ao chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;De mãos dadas e mãos limpas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho no olho seu olhar infantil:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vi eu e você a procurar por mim;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem retoques a tua cor e o clarão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Então admirável novo mundo se fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;À tua condição;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E recolhi meu jeito já seco do varal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abri meu peito à força do teu vendaval;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a toda norma e forma - desobedecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;E em cada face e a cada fase - sobreviver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Há um gatilho por disparar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;E se passa a passo o presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;É à tua constância que me atrelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;E me atrevo a envelhecer em paz;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;É o que trago e o que tenho:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que isso leve até me pese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levo como saudade não vulgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;E em não pedir licença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Passam em nós essa gente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Que só conhece seu quintal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;E já não divide com ninguém;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Quem acorda primeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alinha o rumo e a viagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Porque há vida e há espinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Também há vidas e sentidos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;E muitas vezes você disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vê - logo teremos muita luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;E de todas as vezes que morri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Queria ter perdido as memórias;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mas foi embora de uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;A força e o timbre da tua voz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Aqui ainda há o que surpreenda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;A mesma gente que se agita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;- me esclarece por favor -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;O que envenenou a tua opinião;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;E eu que cobicei tamanha sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;- ainda nada sei - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;A cada passo todo perto é tão longe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pra que fazer de conta que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Se é vivo e é verdade nosso embaraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;E quem só tem verniz e não tem coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;E será que temos tanto tempo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Onde a chuva rala contorna o teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;E a mesma chuva esconde a minha sombra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-3962780837355218357?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3962780837355218357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=3962780837355218357' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3962780837355218357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3962780837355218357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-UVJg4Wv4A/TrU2T9SEnAI/AAAAAAAABFQ/5TU8r70Y-S0/s72-c/Todos%2BOs%2BAmanh%25C3%25A3s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-2196847148193074666</id><published>2011-10-15T00:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T00:49:28.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ij727h4dZM/TpkCX1PnPxI/AAAAAAAABFE/bWWDChlm0ZE/s1600/Chuva%2BNa%2BVidra%25C3%25A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663560614847921938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ij727h4dZM/TpkCX1PnPxI/AAAAAAAABFE/bWWDChlm0ZE/s400/Chuva%2BNa%2BVidra%25C3%25A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Chuva Na Vidraça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo se espera&lt;br /&gt;É se ter alguma proteção&lt;br /&gt;E em cada esmola e vitória&lt;br /&gt;Vem sempre o mesmo crime;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim pesou espesso&lt;br /&gt;O ar com cheiro de solidão&lt;br /&gt;E quem nos faria tudo enfim&lt;br /&gt;Já não achou mais o que fazer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos estas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;E as lembranças não nos tem&lt;br /&gt;Mas talvez só tenhamos errado&lt;br /&gt;A nossa própria lei e a sentença;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a maré subiu bem mais tarde&lt;br /&gt;- ondas serenas quebram ao longe -&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei preciso onde é o meu lugar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que mais nada seja igual&lt;br /&gt;- não ter pra onde ir -&lt;br /&gt;Levanta o véu da tua tristeza;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fomos loucos e fomos santos&lt;br /&gt;- ainda somos brandos -&lt;br /&gt;Só por ver graça em amar de novo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um quê de tão contínuo&lt;br /&gt;A construir um bom conselho:&lt;br /&gt;Esquece - foi há muito tempo atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que você pense tão impossível&lt;br /&gt;Pois então te dou o que era meu:&lt;br /&gt;Descansa - põe teus pés sobre o sofá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-2196847148193074666?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2196847148193074666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=2196847148193074666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2196847148193074666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2196847148193074666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/10/chuva-na-vidraca-porque-tudo-se-espera.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ij727h4dZM/TpkCX1PnPxI/AAAAAAAABFE/bWWDChlm0ZE/s72-c/Chuva%2BNa%2BVidra%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-19131525225035573</id><published>2011-10-12T20:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:07:12.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBK3_VvsEzs/TpYdbrEXAfI/AAAAAAAABE4/Af-Pzt2xjJs/s1600/z%2B-%2BSolid%25C3%25A3o%2B37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662745942719660530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBK3_VvsEzs/TpYdbrEXAfI/AAAAAAAABE4/Af-Pzt2xjJs/s400/z%2B-%2BSolid%25C3%25A3o%2B37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Atrás Dos Olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto perto o tremor&lt;br /&gt;Que a tarde escureceu:&lt;br /&gt;Pra subir até o teu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Precisei agarrar o corrimão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É atento teu entender&lt;br /&gt;Como vai desaproximar:&lt;br /&gt;De tempestade e terra seca&lt;br /&gt;Duram o que há para durar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se num dia qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Chegasse então o futuro:&lt;br /&gt;É ver o erro em perspectiva&lt;br /&gt;Ter que desfazer os porquês;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei - não faz sentido algum&lt;br /&gt;Mas - e se eu te dissesse como&lt;br /&gt;Bem - por onde você começaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tantas vezes fiz você dormir&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração ao lado acordado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se tivera tido tédio ou temor&lt;br /&gt;- e de bom grado me servia –&lt;br /&gt;Eu me afoguei em tua correnteza;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se assim nada mais existir&lt;br /&gt;Resta o pedido “nunca esquecer”&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o vento abrir o teu ouvido;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me faça forte outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Me mata essa fome “tão distorcida”&lt;br /&gt;Apaga o rastro pra eu não te seguir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-19131525225035573?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/19131525225035573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=19131525225035573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/19131525225035573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/19131525225035573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/10/atras-dos-olhos-tanto-perto-o-tremor.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBK3_VvsEzs/TpYdbrEXAfI/AAAAAAAABE4/Af-Pzt2xjJs/s72-c/z%2B-%2BSolid%25C3%25A3o%2B37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4886231161289680571</id><published>2011-09-28T00:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:41:46.202-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVV4nQHJ5Kk/ToKXMdNaZEI/AAAAAAAABEw/rtLMHfFhsNM/s1600/Lorraine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657250322185872450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVV4nQHJ5Kk/ToKXMdNaZEI/AAAAAAAABEw/rtLMHfFhsNM/s400/Lorraine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Lorraine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora só entorno&lt;br /&gt;Do beijo e o abraço:&lt;br /&gt;Ao que te acostumava&lt;br /&gt;Já não tens o paradeiro;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu que já me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Sei o que você sente:&lt;br /&gt;Parece que tudo já viu&lt;br /&gt;Do que tinha pra se ver;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o peso do querer&lt;br /&gt;Que veio como ladrão:&lt;br /&gt;O que agora te consome&lt;br /&gt;É uma estrada que passei;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a ferocidade dos dias,&lt;br /&gt;A voracidade do coração:&lt;br /&gt;Já outra semana terminou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que talvez importe:&lt;br /&gt;- Que fim levaram -&lt;br /&gt;As dores, flores e histórias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me mudo de mim:&lt;br /&gt;- E mais uma vez -&lt;br /&gt;E só por hoje eu te traduzi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao sair de casa à calçada&lt;br /&gt;Você olha pra todos os lados:&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito não ser da tua rua;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra chamar tua atenção&lt;br /&gt;De tanta pressa em ir embora:&lt;br /&gt;Era minha a pedra na tua janela;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-4886231161289680571?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4886231161289680571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=4886231161289680571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4886231161289680571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4886231161289680571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/09/lorraine-e-agora-so-entorno-do-beijo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVV4nQHJ5Kk/ToKXMdNaZEI/AAAAAAAABEw/rtLMHfFhsNM/s72-c/Lorraine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-545617553923341080</id><published>2011-08-17T08:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T08:22:50.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bLY2wFnIZpA/TkukX93k_kI/AAAAAAAABEo/r__nuIw3IOM/s1600/Pele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641783689863298626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bLY2wFnIZpA/TkukX93k_kI/AAAAAAAABEo/r__nuIw3IOM/s400/Pele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis nosso esse esboço&lt;br /&gt;A gosto e exposto certo:&lt;br /&gt;Vou chegar em casa tarde&lt;br /&gt;Ou você vai chegar na frente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num dia nada quente&lt;br /&gt;Andando no meio da rua:&lt;br /&gt;Abalroada minha pretensão&lt;br /&gt;De ser alguém pra te conduzir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha voz à rouquidão&lt;br /&gt;E havia fogo no teu olhar:&lt;br /&gt;E o que não decidi por mim&lt;br /&gt;Decido foi por si sem o cortejar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase tão difícil é discernir:&lt;br /&gt;Sempre faço carbono do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tantos afetos perdidos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos findos não se apagam:&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Não fui eu quem quis assim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no entanto na TV se expressa&lt;br /&gt;A nostalgia de uma vida renegada,&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida envolvida em si mesma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a ética das emoções&lt;br /&gt;E de resto não observada:&lt;br /&gt;É porque eu sinto todo o efeito&lt;br /&gt;Feito o peito oprimido de alegria;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se carinho ou se açoite&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos isso tem sentido:&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo parece estar em paz&lt;br /&gt;Se aproximam os últimos carnavais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-545617553923341080?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/545617553923341080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=545617553923341080' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/545617553923341080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/545617553923341080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/08/pele-eis-nosso-esse-esboco-gosto-e.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bLY2wFnIZpA/TkukX93k_kI/AAAAAAAABEo/r__nuIw3IOM/s72-c/Pele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-2316240258455801997</id><published>2011-07-14T00:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:35:14.001-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjD4Xy7iY1s/Th5j2jPczcI/AAAAAAAABEY/0N8IYSi7UgA/s1600/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629046373083827650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjD4Xy7iY1s/Th5j2jPczcI/AAAAAAAABEY/0N8IYSi7UgA/s400/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É do que se quer&lt;br /&gt;E o que vier no fim:&lt;br /&gt;Se alívio ou esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Se destinos ou destroços;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quem vai ficar&lt;br /&gt;A quem pode sumir:&lt;br /&gt;O eu te amo pra sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Um ligeiro aperto de mão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra te ver passar&lt;br /&gt;Estendi o meu tapete:&lt;br /&gt;De folhas secas de outono,&lt;br /&gt;De amarelo e cinza colorido;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me assustei:&lt;br /&gt;Dissolvi o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Bem à minha maneira;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até pode ser que o errado&lt;br /&gt;Possa mesmo ter funcionado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora - o que importa&lt;br /&gt;Ou quem sabe até me vença&lt;br /&gt;Este tempo amigo tão paralisado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero - e que você sorrisse&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso mais me despedir&lt;br /&gt;Como uma poça d’água sob o sol;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-2316240258455801997?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2316240258455801997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=2316240258455801997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2316240258455801997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2316240258455801997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/07/40-e-do-que-se-quer-e-o-que-vier-no-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjD4Xy7iY1s/Th5j2jPczcI/AAAAAAAABEY/0N8IYSi7UgA/s72-c/40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-3786828582400806473</id><published>2011-06-25T00:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:43:58.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3EZ5r9jlm4/TgVYjzIq2UI/AAAAAAAABEQ/dZ2o4_8DK1I/s1600/Genebra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621997081887168834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3EZ5r9jlm4/TgVYjzIq2UI/AAAAAAAABEQ/dZ2o4_8DK1I/s400/Genebra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Genebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que se leva por suave&lt;br /&gt;Volta uma justa proporção:&lt;br /&gt;O que você não devia deixar,&lt;br /&gt;O que eu não deveria guardar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vidas são passageiras&lt;br /&gt;E haverá sempre um motivo:&lt;br /&gt;Talvez teu nome bem grifado,&lt;br /&gt;Ou um recado escrito rasurado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não nos foi indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Não há mesmo como evitar:&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso no que está por vir,&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueço que você não veio;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que não há mais lugar:&lt;br /&gt;Eu me dou conta de quem sou,&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho até que me feri sozinho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas - acorda - é a saga e a sina&lt;br /&gt;O que nos ensina essa desordem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um alguém - um espelho humano&lt;br /&gt;Quem nos pode ter para nos perder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se você chegasse a tempo&lt;br /&gt;Por um segundo eu ficaria feliz:&lt;br /&gt;Mas este é só o fim de uma espera&lt;br /&gt;Antes que uma outra então comece;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te reconheço feito inverno&lt;br /&gt;Pois viemos de dias tão remotos:&lt;br /&gt;E aqui entre o mar e o oitavo andar&lt;br /&gt;Crescem anjos de pedra pelo jardim; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-3786828582400806473?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3786828582400806473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=3786828582400806473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3786828582400806473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3786828582400806473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/06/genebra-do-que-se-leva-por-suave-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3EZ5r9jlm4/TgVYjzIq2UI/AAAAAAAABEQ/dZ2o4_8DK1I/s72-c/Genebra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-1329845058839328521</id><published>2011-06-12T19:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:38:56.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8cQydTzmxc/TfVC4aK7AjI/AAAAAAAABEI/rpKYiDOZ7kY/s1600/2297695460_e6ac5de232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617469647079801394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8cQydTzmxc/TfVC4aK7AjI/AAAAAAAABEI/rpKYiDOZ7kY/s400/2297695460_e6ac5de232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;O Que Você Vai Ser Quando Você Crescer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um coração&lt;br /&gt;- arrancado aos pedaços -&lt;br /&gt;A permissão antes da ilusão?&lt;br /&gt;Algo que se negará três vezes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa cheia&lt;br /&gt;- uma imperfeita simetria -&lt;br /&gt;Por que tudo está tão quieto?&lt;br /&gt;Onde te levaram tais palavras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanheceu&lt;br /&gt;- e agora essa luz tão clara -&lt;br /&gt;Você escutou o despertador?&lt;br /&gt;O que é que há de mal nisso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias são...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão pequenos improvisos:&lt;br /&gt;E pro teu mais profundo eu&lt;br /&gt;Uma coleção de coincidências;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sempre alguém procura por ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu também vi - as coisas vão além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E viramos dois - ombro no ombro&lt;br /&gt;O amor em um brusco movimento;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem eu sei o que acontece&lt;br /&gt;Quando se espia senhor estrago:&lt;br /&gt;E talvez não corramos mais perigo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que você pode acudir&lt;br /&gt;Ao que irá se fazer nossa morada:&lt;br /&gt;A vida é o melhor lugar pra se viver; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-1329845058839328521?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1329845058839328521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=1329845058839328521' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1329845058839328521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1329845058839328521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-voce-vai-ser-quando-voce-crescer.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8cQydTzmxc/TfVC4aK7AjI/AAAAAAAABEI/rpKYiDOZ7kY/s72-c/2297695460_e6ac5de232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-3901517885182743200</id><published>2011-04-21T00:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:56:35.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5orfyZrZIw/Ta-qY8jChoI/AAAAAAAABD8/s7yobpsJYZY/s1600/carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597880207391491714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5orfyZrZIw/Ta-qY8jChoI/AAAAAAAABD8/s7yobpsJYZY/s400/carol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Song For Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!...Se eu soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Quanto custa entender:&lt;br /&gt;Que se pode mesmo rir&lt;br /&gt;Tanto quanto se adoecer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo se retrairá&lt;br /&gt;Ao nosso melhor plano:&lt;br /&gt;Do que se quer acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Ter paisagem ou fronteira;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não cegar tua visão&lt;br /&gt;É tirar melhor proveito:&lt;br /&gt;Até aqui e do que fomos&lt;br /&gt;Foi onde deu para chegar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o que de nós constará:&lt;br /&gt;É a velha ótica da história&lt;br /&gt;E uma canção desesperada;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em folhas soltas de caderno&lt;br /&gt;- Que deixei -&lt;br /&gt;Eu construí um barco de papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do que lembrei&lt;br /&gt;- O mais fiel aos teus traços -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se há culpa ou se há tormento&lt;br /&gt;É porque não cremos nisso antes:&lt;br /&gt;Agora lá fora o mesmo sol levanta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há um por que de se voltar&lt;br /&gt;E te participo não estarmos prontos:&lt;br /&gt;Disparo e paro ao meio do caminho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-3901517885182743200?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3901517885182743200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=3901517885182743200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3901517885182743200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3901517885182743200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/04/song-for-suzanne-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5orfyZrZIw/Ta-qY8jChoI/AAAAAAAABD8/s7yobpsJYZY/s72-c/carol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-5374110038396330377</id><published>2011-03-02T00:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T19:58:24.485-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVJQjXt_Hrc/TW258CVZqQI/AAAAAAAABD0/f0PVgWfxWXM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579319954451835138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVJQjXt_Hrc/TW258CVZqQI/AAAAAAAABD0/f0PVgWfxWXM/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Tribunal Das Ruas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sou tua contramão,&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas a esmo pela cidade:&lt;br /&gt;Não posso ler o que pensam&lt;br /&gt;De todas as nossas incertezas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu suor e pés descalços,&lt;br /&gt;Corro aos riscos que herdei:&lt;br /&gt;Parece que há um surdo eco&lt;br /&gt;De você a rasgar meu ouvido;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o que há dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;A realidade é uma filha nua:&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que é fúria e desejos&lt;br /&gt;Não vingará farsa ou disfarce;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a felicidade não é bondade:&lt;br /&gt;Logo - posso esperar seja você&lt;br /&gt;Quem primeiro vai se reerguer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem um toque de descontrole&lt;br /&gt;Por causa da nossa impaciência;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um fim de tarde amarelado&lt;br /&gt;Pelas alamedas do meu coração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditamos em céu e inferno&lt;br /&gt;E que talvez nada irá acontecer:&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que nos doma a vontade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ficará impresso na tua pele&lt;br /&gt;O rastro esguio de que fomos dois:&lt;br /&gt;Eu insisto que não minto sobre isso; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5374110038396330377?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5374110038396330377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=5374110038396330377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5374110038396330377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5374110038396330377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/03/tribunal-das-ruas-agora-sou-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVJQjXt_Hrc/TW258CVZqQI/AAAAAAAABD0/f0PVgWfxWXM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-3362454809052610323</id><published>2011-02-15T00:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:22:55.033-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-pw1wLu5BY/TVnsIIvsV2I/AAAAAAAABDk/V8Otz9MsIrs/s1600/Kilimanjaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573745638378329954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-pw1wLu5BY/TVnsIIvsV2I/AAAAAAAABDk/V8Otz9MsIrs/s400/Kilimanjaro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kilimanjaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre uma surpresa&lt;br /&gt;E de você assim se atreve:&lt;br /&gt;O abraço forte que protege,&lt;br /&gt;Branca neve à primeira vista;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o caminho e a visão&lt;br /&gt;Que tampouco havia tido:&lt;br /&gt;O erro em graça convertido,&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite em claro redigida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra falar o que eu senti&lt;br /&gt;Fiz roubo as tuas invenções:&lt;br /&gt;Um alfabeto de letras a mais,&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança que seja indolor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu amor chegou - eu ri&lt;br /&gt;Com os sapatos tão polidos:&lt;br /&gt;Colando minha alma na vida,&lt;br /&gt;Tão equilibrado e por um triz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é topo de nosso mundo&lt;br /&gt;Aqui - veja - ninguém à procura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É até onde resista nosso fôlego&lt;br /&gt;Então - me explique como estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sumir antes que o fim:&lt;br /&gt;Carreguemos este sol diferente&lt;br /&gt;Meio estampado em face a face;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu acho que não pode ser:&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas são mais bonitas&lt;br /&gt;Não tocadas ou deixadas pra trás;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-3362454809052610323?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3362454809052610323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=3362454809052610323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3362454809052610323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3362454809052610323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/02/kilimanjaro-e-sempre-uma-surpresa-e-de.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-pw1wLu5BY/TVnsIIvsV2I/AAAAAAAABDk/V8Otz9MsIrs/s72-c/Kilimanjaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8701493098844206748</id><published>2011-02-08T00:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:31:22.727-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TVCqNZVx8XI/AAAAAAAABDc/4qjMHqwLjEU/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BA%2BCura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571139886174564722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TVCqNZVx8XI/AAAAAAAABDc/4qjMHqwLjEU/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BA%2BCura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;A Cura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe e tão perto,&lt;br /&gt;Eis aqui o teu endereço:&lt;br /&gt;Apaga a luz do teu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ter o mais e o mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza crua do nascer,&lt;br /&gt;O que de ti furta um olhar:&lt;br /&gt;Uma praia de areias brancas&lt;br /&gt;E uma lágrima que cristalizou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo e posso andar,&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá do que os outros são:&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o mesmo sem querer&lt;br /&gt;E a qualquer distância de você;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A carvão risquei rascunhos&lt;br /&gt;E fiz em teu retrato no cartaz&lt;br /&gt;A ilusão que quis equivocar-se;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tanto mais alto que se foi&lt;br /&gt;Antes de a gravidade nos puxar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuta - já que tudo vi passar&lt;br /&gt;Também isso tudo passa - depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos têm seus segredos e sinas:&lt;br /&gt;Mas é que tem essa saudade insone&lt;br /&gt;Que força nossa engrenagem girar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E bem me quis você pra entender:&lt;br /&gt;Mas se o chão vier se abrir desculpe&lt;br /&gt;Se por um acaso eu fechar os olhos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8701493098844206748?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8701493098844206748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8701493098844206748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8701493098844206748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8701493098844206748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/02/cura-tao-longe-e-tao-perto-eis-aqui-o.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TVCqNZVx8XI/AAAAAAAABDc/4qjMHqwLjEU/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BA%2BCura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-9164686626553344539</id><published>2011-01-25T00:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:41:06.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TT4376QQVnI/AAAAAAAABDM/QoB53jhgJaU/s1600/Paris%2B1944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565947691865757298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TT4376QQVnI/AAAAAAAABDM/QoB53jhgJaU/s400/Paris%2B1944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Paris, 1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! A quem acreditar&lt;br /&gt;É outro Agosto reposto:&lt;br /&gt;Beber de novo água pura&lt;br /&gt;Que o dano real já passou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tarde cinza anunciou&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova voz para guiar:&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor é um temor&lt;br /&gt;A quem entrega a sua alma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão humano ao partir&lt;br /&gt;Não querer se machucar:&lt;br /&gt;E vai liberta nesta multidão&lt;br /&gt;Que faz nossa cabeça rodar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alguns corações a salvo&lt;br /&gt;E lá se vão nossos instintos&lt;br /&gt;E mil voltas a um recomeço;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa...pra lá&lt;br /&gt;Só me estenda a mão:&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma guerra acabou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o agora...&lt;br /&gt;São boas e más memórias&lt;br /&gt;Que o futuro tem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já disse a Deus - perdão&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sinto pelo que se viu:&lt;br /&gt;O mundo um grande tumulto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você disse - ficaremos bem&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu acho que saí andando:&lt;br /&gt;Fui lutar longe de mim mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-9164686626553344539?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/9164686626553344539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=9164686626553344539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/9164686626553344539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/9164686626553344539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2011/01/paris-1944-ah-quem-acreditar-e-outro.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TT4376QQVnI/AAAAAAAABDM/QoB53jhgJaU/s72-c/Paris%2B1944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-7424709895686372128</id><published>2011-01-22T00:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:25:00.159-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TTo-nCUlo2I/AAAAAAAABC8/eTA-Pwga320/s1600/A%2BCasa%2BAbandonada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564829129928713058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TTo-nCUlo2I/AAAAAAAABC8/eTA-Pwga320/s400/A%2BCasa%2BAbandonada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;A Casa Abandonada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Tão igual ao teu protesto:&lt;br /&gt;E pessoas de contos de fada&lt;br /&gt;Vão fazer de conta que o são;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos anjos já caíram&lt;br /&gt;A traficar sãos sentimentos:&lt;br /&gt;Este meu coração sob chamas&lt;br /&gt;É meu exílio e meu purgatório;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no peito outra frequência&lt;br /&gt;Mas e o que temos dessa vez?&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver é a dor que se escondeu&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver tinta nova nestas paredes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A calmaria atingiu o temporal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;A dublar minhas roucas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Ou o beijo que dera à morte vida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no teu apartamento - comunhão&lt;br /&gt;Não prestei atenção - mal li o roteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontecimentos, alegrias - insolação&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia e sua razão - hoje sei por quê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A semana toda ficou para trás&lt;br /&gt;Como uma prece não decorada&lt;br /&gt;E destoa à toa a minha obsessão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em você o tempo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Como uma linha reta não traçada&lt;br /&gt;Que navega cega em minha solidão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-7424709895686372128?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TTo-nCUlo2I/AAAAAAAABC8/eTA-Pwga320/s72-c/A%2BCasa%2BAbandonada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-1978653876870706355</id><published>2010-12-28T00:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:32:28.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TRlMGAszwGI/AAAAAAAABCo/FJCMnBqTj-o/s1600/Cinco%2BPessoas%2BQue%2BVoc%25C3%25AA%2BEncontra%2BNo%2BC%25C3%25A9u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555555281489084514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TRlMGAszwGI/AAAAAAAABCo/FJCMnBqTj-o/s400/Cinco%2BPessoas%2BQue%2BVoc%25C3%25AA%2BEncontra%2BNo%2BC%25C3%25A9u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cinco Pessoas Que Você Encontra No Céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este trabalho te alimente,&lt;br /&gt;Este lugar que te pertença:&lt;br /&gt;E de tanta coisa que agrade&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos mudarão de cor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quem te pegou a mão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem dançava ao lado:&lt;br /&gt;Se vento lento ou brisa forte&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais que peregrinação;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É feito a arte que nos toca&lt;br /&gt;Quem parte sem ir embora:&lt;br /&gt;E de andanças a nossa trupe&lt;br /&gt;É um já selado compromisso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É entrar em cena sem ensaio:&lt;br /&gt;O mais querer nascer de novo&lt;br /&gt;E viver tudo o que vem depois;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você fez o seu melhor - então?&lt;br /&gt;Perceba que não tem como saber;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E transformar o rumo das histórias&lt;br /&gt;É fruto que se colhe fora de estação;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você acorda cedo todo dia:&lt;br /&gt;Quantos verões já passaram aqui&lt;br /&gt;E a gente nem ao menos os notou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes parece só imaginação:&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes outro alguém que mostre&lt;br /&gt;O que faz de mim ser quem eu sou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-1978653876870706355?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1978653876870706355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=1978653876870706355' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4206471932289909615</id><published>2010-11-24T00:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:17:22.331-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TOx1muoYQ6I/AAAAAAAABCY/RnzMoqkfxiA/s1600/Do%2BAcaso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542934549599110050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TOx1muoYQ6I/AAAAAAAABCY/RnzMoqkfxiA/s400/Do%2BAcaso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Dos Acasos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando vi escorriam&lt;br /&gt;As manhãs de Domingo:&lt;br /&gt;Sobre mim a velha chuva&lt;br /&gt;E te esperei ao meu portão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em não ouvir teu passo&lt;br /&gt;Retardei a menor tristeza:&lt;br /&gt;E foi tão difícil pra manter&lt;br /&gt;Meu equilíbrio em tentação;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se aprendi a ter certeza&lt;br /&gt;É a maldade que retira-se:&lt;br /&gt;Assim se faz pra convencer&lt;br /&gt;Tornar pacífico tolo coração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não - não precise as horas&lt;br /&gt;Que teu sorriso subitamente&lt;br /&gt;Me venha pela porta da frente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já no primeiro ato seja exato&lt;br /&gt;Pra limpar o limo do meu olhar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem bem gracejo nem espanto:&lt;br /&gt;E de nossas coisas - com que lutar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, boa tarde - até mais&lt;br /&gt;Suponho que vamos conseguir,&lt;br /&gt;Chegue o mais perto que puder;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu silêncio em mim - estrondo&lt;br /&gt;Discorro sobre essa quase agonia,&lt;br /&gt;Um novo enredo que traga alegria;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TOx1muoYQ6I/AAAAAAAABCY/RnzMoqkfxiA/s72-c/Do%2BAcaso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-3468981067280825623</id><published>2010-11-15T16:01:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:20:26.368-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TOF4UDoe2iI/AAAAAAAABCQ/3-F5pF35G_4/s1600/z%2B-%2BFarol%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539841302610237986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TOF4UDoe2iI/AAAAAAAABCQ/3-F5pF35G_4/s400/z%2B-%2BFarol%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coisas Que Parecem Simples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece fácil se perder&lt;br /&gt;O que já era conhecido:&lt;br /&gt;É ter sossego e prontidão&lt;br /&gt;E quase a fé do ser criança;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não há pontualidade&lt;br /&gt;Ao que fizemos de bem:&lt;br /&gt;E por assim dizer eu rezo&lt;br /&gt;Pro tempo ficar a meu lado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe te ver aqui&lt;br /&gt;Ou nas ruas de Bangkok:&lt;br /&gt;E num momento qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe parar de morrer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bailam segredos no futuro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Existe algo que me faz levitar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É minha biblioteca de memórias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre falo de você - o que será&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sobre o que são os teus dias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do que sinto me alcança o sereno&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe - que já não mais enxergas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta um “esquece”&lt;br /&gt;Já nem mesmo fujo de mim:&lt;br /&gt;Repare bem que toda insensatez&lt;br /&gt;É por muito pouco ou quase nada;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue adiante sem “prometo”&lt;br /&gt;Há mil maneiras e há sonhares:&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nem sejamos nau à deriva&lt;br /&gt;Ou nosso trem parta na hora exata;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-3468981067280825623?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3468981067280825623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TOF4UDoe2iI/AAAAAAAABCQ/3-F5pF35G_4/s72-c/z%2B-%2BFarol%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8588337248104026081</id><published>2010-10-22T00:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:32:58.811-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TMD17S3KeTI/AAAAAAAABCA/r9NXa0NOopc/s1600/z+-+Solid%C3%A3o+51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530690741435267378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TMD17S3KeTI/AAAAAAAABCA/r9NXa0NOopc/s400/z+-+Solid%C3%A3o+51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Passageiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa necessidade:&lt;br /&gt;O que se toma por penhor,&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o prato do dia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fortaleza invisível&lt;br /&gt;Toda nobre curiosidade:&lt;br /&gt;O que poderia nos afeiçoar,&lt;br /&gt;Como os girassóis de Van Gogh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão pequenas coisas&lt;br /&gt;E não vou me desculpar:&lt;br /&gt;Das pessoas e dos caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que invadi de suas vidas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todos meus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;E todos os amores e amantes&lt;br /&gt;A quem dediquei-me para amar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então agora é você&lt;br /&gt;Mas não se culpe que me prenda&lt;br /&gt;- Nem me acuse -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mão esquerda jaz o presente:&lt;br /&gt;Um colapso de desejos entre nós;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pular da borda do planeta:&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de vultos que respiram,&lt;br /&gt;É o ter sentido e pressentimento;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a via crucis do que nos faz falta,&lt;br /&gt;É o nunca mais uma outra vez mais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8588337248104026081?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8588337248104026081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8588337248104026081' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8588337248104026081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8588337248104026081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/10/passageiros-e-foi-sem-querer-toda-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TMD17S3KeTI/AAAAAAAABCA/r9NXa0NOopc/s72-c/z+-+Solid%C3%A3o+51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-6490621548554879051</id><published>2010-09-17T18:56:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:02:24.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TJPkrb4JCwI/AAAAAAAABB4/MWStCbtkzRc/s1600/palhaco_triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518005403327728386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TJPkrb4JCwI/AAAAAAAABB4/MWStCbtkzRc/s400/palhaco_triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;17 / 10 / 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso de paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TJPkrb4JCwI/AAAAAAAABB4/MWStCbtkzRc/s72-c/palhaco_triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8279570247691723847</id><published>2010-09-12T20:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:37:22.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TI1kGBqMV3I/AAAAAAAABBw/NeMFW5B5OAU/s1600/Adam+%26+Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516175173286123378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TI1kGBqMV3I/AAAAAAAABBw/NeMFW5B5OAU/s400/Adam+%26+Eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Adam &amp;amp; Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tanto faz se paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Ou o subúrbio da alma:&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade mora ao lado&lt;br /&gt;De muros e grades de papel;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais te machuca&lt;br /&gt;E quem toma conta de ti:&lt;br /&gt;Este sol que bate em cheio&lt;br /&gt;Pra iluminar todos à tua volta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vai querer lembrar&lt;br /&gt;De que filme é este replay:&lt;br /&gt;Há um pássaro em voo livre&lt;br /&gt;Pro teu céu de estrelas fugidias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a minha cota de coragem:&lt;br /&gt;Tenho meu coração abalroado&lt;br /&gt;De pretensos pecados perfilados;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que quer que nos digam&lt;br /&gt;Vê que tudo passa dessa maneira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje cedo começou uma outra vida,&lt;br /&gt;Reverso em rima e verso de todo mal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para trás e não é castigo:&lt;br /&gt;Certas coisas apenas se desviam,&lt;br /&gt;E o que era escuro virá tão nítido;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dobra o tempo nossa história:&lt;br /&gt;Por quantas vezes sempre juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes sempre a nos buscar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8279570247691723847?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8279570247691723847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8279570247691723847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-3049312040577798841</id><published>2010-09-05T18:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T18:43:55.219-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TIQO3Trp91I/AAAAAAAABBg/kEmQ_GZ9-Yk/s1600/Charlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513548187147302738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TIQO3Trp91I/AAAAAAAABBg/kEmQ_GZ9-Yk/s400/Charlotte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem letra nem música,&lt;br /&gt;E no entanto querias cantar:&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem desarma o teu eu?&lt;br /&gt;Quem usa teu mundo peculiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se traz o mesmo sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Vês o perigo no que é novo:&lt;br /&gt;E iguais tentações nos atraem,&lt;br /&gt;Verdades e mentiras nos trairão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo e não pretendendo,&lt;br /&gt;Forte é o que de nós fizermos:&lt;br /&gt;Em cartas, bilhetes, entrelinhas,&lt;br /&gt;Também no que não está escrito;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E passo a passo eu tropeço&lt;br /&gt;Me despeço de você - até mais&lt;br /&gt;Afoito - este desejo nos recolherá;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O de antes adiante se reconhecerá,&lt;br /&gt;Invente uma semana de dias a mais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra matar a nossa sede - coisa doída&lt;br /&gt;Só o que há de ser - vem - ou já chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei como te explicar,&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo se dá em segundos:&lt;br /&gt;É a paz sem vencidos e vencedores;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não é o preço que se paga,&lt;br /&gt;É o que devemos pra nós mesmos:&lt;br /&gt;Todo esse pensamento e sentimento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-3049312040577798841?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3049312040577798841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=3049312040577798841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3049312040577798841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3049312040577798841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/09/charlotte-nem-letra-nem-musica-e-no.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TIQO3Trp91I/AAAAAAAABBg/kEmQ_GZ9-Yk/s72-c/Charlotte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4465944943974959241</id><published>2010-08-14T22:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:40:11.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TGh0NvFlOVI/AAAAAAAAA-4/0AhQmtN__JM/s1600/31_2532-inverno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505778323787430226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TGh0NvFlOVI/AAAAAAAAA-4/0AhQmtN__JM/s400/31_2532-inverno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Do Espírito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas lado a lado,&lt;br /&gt;Querem o que somos:&lt;br /&gt;Tão avessos ao que temos&lt;br /&gt;E pouco importa a intenção;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso crer valor,&lt;br /&gt;Somos irmãos e irmãs:&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem só é a si próprio&lt;br /&gt;O amar é a parte mais difícil;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E à gravidade assumida&lt;br /&gt;Sempre há uma escolha:&lt;br /&gt;Se não há lugar neste pódio&lt;br /&gt;Então até o próximo instante;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuta - a dor já vai longe&lt;br /&gt;Certos dias a tempestade traz&lt;br /&gt;Água limpa sobre os telhados;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fomos frases, lei e orações:&lt;br /&gt;Tanto se aprende a ficar sozinho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui e agora é um voltar atrás:&lt;br /&gt;São todas nossas vidas pra depois;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há tantas folhas pelo chão:&lt;br /&gt;Sob nossos pés onde pisarmos&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o que seja certo e errado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez até não fique nada:&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo aquilo que nos iguala&lt;br /&gt;É além do que todos podem ver;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-4465944943974959241?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4465944943974959241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=4465944943974959241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-1430057217791289040</id><published>2010-08-01T00:18:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:46:20.641-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TFT2XBBxb9I/AAAAAAAAA90/fss8oIXyJ_g/s1600/Ao+Sil%C3%AAncio+Em+Teu+Sorriso....bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500291920199512018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TFT2XBBxb9I/AAAAAAAAA90/fss8oIXyJ_g/s400/Ao+Sil%C3%AAncio+Em+Teu+Sorriso....bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao Silêncio Em Teu Sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do quanto se sentir&lt;br /&gt;Disso o mais não tem:&lt;br /&gt;As ruas lotadas de gente,&lt;br /&gt;Um vai e vem desatinado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia uma promessa&lt;br /&gt;Entre os outros e você:&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém a entender&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus medos e crenças;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também errei o rumo&lt;br /&gt;E assim vim a descobrir:&lt;br /&gt;Os teus moinhos-de-vento,&lt;br /&gt;A tua janela mal iluminada;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quisera ter feito à mão&lt;br /&gt;O desenho da tua camiseta,&lt;br /&gt;Estar em volta do teu corpo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o futuro a quem pertence?&lt;br /&gt;Venha respeito e cordialidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que temos a nós mesmos,&lt;br /&gt;Mais um pouco e estaremos lá;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tive muitos planos&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou mais assim:&lt;br /&gt;Olhe bem na minha cara&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa realidade falha;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não posso esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Do que eu faria por você:&lt;br /&gt;As coisas mais simples aqui&lt;br /&gt;Vão nos considerar possíveis;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-1430057217791289040?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1430057217791289040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=1430057217791289040' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1430057217791289040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1430057217791289040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/08/ao-silencio-em-teu-sorriso.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TFT2XBBxb9I/AAAAAAAAA90/fss8oIXyJ_g/s72-c/Ao+Sil%C3%AAncio+Em+Teu+Sorriso....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-5071406821869912328</id><published>2010-07-18T21:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:40:10.907-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TEObRQjEd6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/BLf8PyOWCAs/s1600/Pra+Depois+Daqui....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495406691124279202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TEObRQjEd6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/BLf8PyOWCAs/s400/Pra+Depois+Daqui....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra Depois Daqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuamos perto,&lt;br /&gt;E nunca é só coincidência:&lt;br /&gt;Quem chega só espera ficar&lt;br /&gt;Assim quase que pra sempre;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra dizer algo honesto,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não um fato qualquer:&lt;br /&gt;É que nós sentimos sob fogo&lt;br /&gt;Emoções cada vez mais raras;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas raízes estão aqui,&lt;br /&gt;São suas asas que irão bater:&lt;br /&gt;E então me mostra a direção&lt;br /&gt;Pra se escrever um bom final;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aonde está a outra margem&lt;br /&gt;Para toda e qualquer lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Se transformar em nosso pão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos rostos se perderão:&lt;br /&gt;Quando se acorda - viveu em vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ir ainda mais longe:&lt;br /&gt;E agora estou afeito a teus defeitos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como um frágil cristal&lt;br /&gt;Reluz - a agulha no palheiro&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a grandeza da tua decisão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E talvez até seja diferente&lt;br /&gt;Um dia - a graça de tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Mas estaremos sempre indefesos; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5071406821869912328?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TEObRQjEd6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/BLf8PyOWCAs/s72-c/Pra+Depois+Daqui....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4090743597627255639</id><published>2010-07-10T23:38:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:13:39.598-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TDk4qV-1s5I/AAAAAAAAA9E/j4a685gazNs/s1600/Wolverine+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492483520661402514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TDk4qV-1s5I/AAAAAAAAA9E/j4a685gazNs/s400/Wolverine+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wolverine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E contigo e paz e leveza,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada disso aconteceu:&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a fala e a minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura por algum desafogo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pessoas e vidas loucas,&lt;br /&gt;Mal tive tempo de respirar:&lt;br /&gt;E por apego de meu instinto&lt;br /&gt;Vi o mundo à minha maneira;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes são termos difíceis,&lt;br /&gt;Escolher o melhor pra mim:&lt;br /&gt;E quantos dias amanheceram&lt;br /&gt;Como um outdoor descolorido;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha esperança e sacrifício:&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora que já me conheces&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueço o que de ti aprendi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo correr bem - verás&lt;br /&gt;Eu desacato os vícios e os passados;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu - andei cem passos atrasado&lt;br /&gt;Quase sempre atrás de mim mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tantas vezes me mataram&lt;br /&gt;Os meus amores - não morri&lt;br /&gt;Sou outra vez de carne e osso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra você que por aí estava&lt;br /&gt;Minha canção - desconcertada&lt;br /&gt;Sou outra vez o grito e a ferida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TDkwlY1-7PI/AAAAAAAAA8s/GRAZbzIbjgA/s1600/homem-na-neve-preto-e-branco-a54bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-4090743597627255639?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4090743597627255639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Personagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite está fria,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a mão dos ventos por meus cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos da lua refletindo nos meus.&lt;br /&gt;Fico parada em um transe profundo, causado pela magia da escuridão;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso chamar de trevas, nem dizer que estou com medo.&lt;br /&gt;A única presença que sinto é de uma paz imensa,&lt;br /&gt;Que me toma da rotação mórbida do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Que me chama para o abstrato, que me leva para o invisível&lt;br /&gt;Por uma ponte que liga esses dois mundos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O perfeito e o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queremos mais por que não fazemos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pois temos mãos?&lt;br /&gt;Se estamos insatisfeitos por que não mudamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pois temos livre arbítrio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria porque fazer a mudança exige mais de uma pessoa?&lt;br /&gt;Ou seria porque não somos capazes de mudar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a hora, eu cansei.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente olho para trás, olho o que eu fiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto tudo em uma porção,&lt;br /&gt;E vejo que essa é - essa foi - a vidinha miserável que levei por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;A vida que os outros admiram e,&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje, eu repudio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque gastei minhas forças, conseguindo tudo isso;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que tenho, já sem forças, não posso desfrutar de seus prazeres materiais,&lt;br /&gt;Se é que ainda posso falar essa palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me recupero do transe, não por completo&lt;br /&gt;Pois não sei se um dia conseguirei isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento no chão, sinto o sereno e o orvalho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a consolarem-me,&lt;br /&gt;Acomodando minhas costas cansadas.&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos, cobertos pelas pálpebras caídas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;Mapa de minha própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;Meus cabelos, agora já grisalhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traços do tempo, marcados em uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegamos a esse ponto&lt;br /&gt;Realmente nos perguntamos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALEU A PENA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou vale mesmo é o que estou sentindo agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei anos tentando comprar a felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;E hoje a descubro nas coisas mais simples.&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que por mim passaram várias vezes e,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não notei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não notei que a felicidade me acenava.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Tento contar minha vida a ela.&lt;br /&gt;E ela marca hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poema escrito por Vanessa Abreu Oliveira, uma alma repleta de luz, em 03/10/2006.&lt;br /&gt;Descoberto num desses acasos da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-6762763566929850932?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6762763566929850932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=6762763566929850932' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/6762763566929850932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/6762763566929850932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/06/personagem-noite-esta-fria-sinto-mao.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O Carrossel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes é nada fácil&lt;br /&gt;Porém um dia irá passar:&lt;br /&gt;O ter mais do que é preciso,&lt;br /&gt;Gente feita de dores e apatia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há quem nos julgará&lt;br /&gt;O que a paixão sangrou:&lt;br /&gt;O que é aguardo e surpresa,&lt;br /&gt;A bruta razão e sensibilidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medimos forças à toa,&lt;br /&gt;Eu adentrei a casa forte:&lt;br /&gt;É o mesmo lugar de sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda sei o que vim buscar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria o que você quisesse:&lt;br /&gt;Não me censure o que tentas&lt;br /&gt;Se me adivinhas em ti mesma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este teu amor que aterrissou&lt;br /&gt;É flor-de-liz em terras ardentes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já depois de tantas rendições&lt;br /&gt;É teu ventre e berço e recomeço;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me achava tão articulado&lt;br /&gt;Mas me tenta ainda enxergar&lt;br /&gt;A boa semente em um adeus:&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já se foi amanhã já é vem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você esteve tecendo ideias&lt;br /&gt;Tão próprias diante dos fatos&lt;br /&gt;Num caderno de recordações:&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de uma noite de verão; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-1627804210126869100?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1627804210126869100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=1627804210126869100' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1627804210126869100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1627804210126869100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-carrossel-e-as-vezes-e-nada-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TCQvUfbGiWI/AAAAAAAAA8M/3AH00TZZV1s/s72-c/carrossel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-6376966300337045160</id><published>2010-06-17T00:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T17:23:12.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TBmYDY53GBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/G1iKtr81X54/s1600/02-por_do_sol_porto_novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483581205292455954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TBmYDY53GBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/G1iKtr81X54/s400/02-por_do_sol_porto_novo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crepúsculo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tão pequenos erros&lt;br /&gt;E pra se lembrar depois:&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditar no ser capaz,&lt;br /&gt;Um coração por teu vizinho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o não estar-se pronto&lt;br /&gt;Que nos vai acontecendo:&lt;br /&gt;De pedra a flor e o espinho,&lt;br /&gt;Cai também nossos domínios;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém não se desespere,&lt;br /&gt;Pense em todo teu esforço:&lt;br /&gt;Esse desejo será nossa justiça,&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa pra nos confortar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dia e noite por noites e dias:&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte é minha nova velhice,&lt;br /&gt;Outra o que os anos não levaram;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você não viu o sol - ter se posto&lt;br /&gt;E o lado oposto - é o que nos resta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E creio não há morte - voltaremos&lt;br /&gt;Descanse em paz - até a próxima vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos filhos de outras eras:&lt;br /&gt;Dois anjos tortos fugidos de casa,&lt;br /&gt;Dois anjos retomados à eternidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até onde eu esperaria você:&lt;br /&gt;Um telefonema às três da manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Um encontro certo meio ao acaso; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-6376966300337045160?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6376966300337045160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=6376966300337045160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/6376966300337045160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/6376966300337045160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/06/crepusculo-e-tao-pequenos-erros-e-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TBmYDY53GBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/G1iKtr81X54/s72-c/02-por_do_sol_porto_novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-5457203157686866365</id><published>2010-06-11T00:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:54:18.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TBGumINijjI/AAAAAAAAA78/jOmK5doORy8/s1600/Carnaval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481354191549140530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TBGumINijjI/AAAAAAAAA78/jOmK5doORy8/s400/Carnaval.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Carnaval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saímos em disparada&lt;br /&gt;E nem temos pra onde ir:&lt;br /&gt;Não estaremos em segurança&lt;br /&gt;Se o passado não vela seu lugar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do que logo se retira&lt;br /&gt;Respingos em nossas mãos:&lt;br /&gt;Nosso velho catálogo ilustrado&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre é “eu gosto de você”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma possibilidade&lt;br /&gt;Ter andor, passeios e avião:&lt;br /&gt;Quando é que vamos entender&lt;br /&gt;A velocidade do pêndulo da vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre os olhos e o que nos apanha:&lt;br /&gt;É o sentir que todos os sonhos vêm&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário de como a gente os tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que então se faça troca e troça:&lt;br /&gt;De todo “mal” aquilo que é “insisto”&lt;br /&gt;E já não nos serve mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o que nos possa envolver&lt;br /&gt;E não&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; é nada que me contorne:&lt;br /&gt;Eu já colecionei alguns percalços;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E das histórias que se contar&lt;br /&gt;Que seja algo que nos justifique:&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui deixamos nossas digitais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5457203157686866365?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5457203157686866365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=5457203157686866365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5457203157686866365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5457203157686866365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/06/carnaval-saimos-em-disparada-e-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TBGumINijjI/AAAAAAAAA78/jOmK5doORy8/s72-c/Carnaval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-5539897722365339491</id><published>2010-05-26T00:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:59:58.323-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TAMYYiy0vzI/AAAAAAAAA70/qMPXAqSShKc/s1600/A+Linha+Do+Horizonte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477248381748559666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TAMYYiy0vzI/AAAAAAAAA70/qMPXAqSShKc/s400/A+Linha+Do+Horizonte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;A Linha Do Horizonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase nenhuma certeza,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a vontade própria:&lt;br /&gt;Quase uma perversa chance&lt;br /&gt;E alguns instantes de felicidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vieram tardes de inverno:&lt;br /&gt;E ao chá que me ofereceste&lt;br /&gt;Adocei com o que tive à mão&lt;br /&gt;E palavras que não se usam mais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E era só pra que você visse&lt;br /&gt;Que o que nasce é tua criação:&lt;br /&gt;Há um tanto de mistério e caos&lt;br /&gt;Como os primeiros dias do mundo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu quis minha boca fechada:&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que existe dentro de você&lt;br /&gt;É mesmo menor que os teus passos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partiu - pequena grande ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora - nem sempre se desmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora - onde é que você está?&lt;br /&gt;Aqui - já não brinco mais sob a garoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um - um jovem desespero:&lt;br /&gt;E me fiz criança como em castigo&lt;br /&gt;Pra assim sustentar minha palavra;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não fora só franca promessa:&lt;br /&gt;E que àquele teu caminho sinuoso&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha a minha esquina pra te dar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5539897722365339491?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5539897722365339491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=5539897722365339491' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5539897722365339491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5539897722365339491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/05/linha-do-horizonte-quase-nenhuma.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/TAMYYiy0vzI/AAAAAAAAA70/qMPXAqSShKc/s72-c/A+Linha+Do+Horizonte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-2267018828160541729</id><published>2010-05-19T00:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:36:57.795-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S_Neo-x9NlI/AAAAAAAAA7c/2IIR3o7ZNLM/s1600/Gotica03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472822030325593682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S_Neo-x9NlI/AAAAAAAAA7c/2IIR3o7ZNLM/s400/Gotica03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia o fim do dia&lt;br /&gt;Já ninguém está a salvo:&lt;br /&gt;E foi como aqui chegamos&lt;br /&gt;Certos de que tudo era certo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis tirar do que toquei&lt;br /&gt;O que é corte e acontecer:&lt;br /&gt;Quis fazer então providência&lt;br /&gt;O que pudesse ser bom grado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que foi por não saber&lt;br /&gt;O quanto dura ser bom par:&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que nunca se apresse&lt;br /&gt;Tem esguia a silhueta a solidão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em meio a corações mutantes&lt;br /&gt;É difícil perceber a maneira de ver&lt;br /&gt;Algo perto do que tínhamos de nós;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que se é quando não há nada&lt;br /&gt;- Do que se arrepender? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só fizemos o que nos foi pedido&lt;br /&gt;- Pra que deixar a vida em branco? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora estou direito,&lt;br /&gt;Melhor sorte do que tantos:&lt;br /&gt;E talvez porque segui sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso que deveria te contar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já me senti menos feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mas há muito o que aprender:&lt;br /&gt;Porque ainda preferimos o ter&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa que nos leve daqui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-2267018828160541729?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2267018828160541729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=2267018828160541729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-166834880041533231</id><published>2010-05-07T00:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:28:50.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S-OIzjbi6hI/AAAAAAAAA7U/LDxpl7zy9AA/s1600/Citt%C3%A0+Pi%C3%B9+Bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468364791823395346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S-OIzjbi6hI/AAAAAAAAA7U/LDxpl7zy9AA/s400/Citt%C3%A0+Pi%C3%B9+Bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Città Più Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E talvez se fique:&lt;br /&gt;Seria a única saída&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem está entre&lt;br /&gt;Os corais e o rochedo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer algo de bom:&lt;br /&gt;E que possa ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Sem ira e nem discórdia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roubei um livro teu&lt;br /&gt;Que não posso dissertar&lt;br /&gt;Pois que iria me entregar:&lt;br /&gt;Parece que sempre te amei;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que você apreciasse:&lt;br /&gt;Se todo ontem te persegue&lt;br /&gt;Qual o amanhã se alcançará?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não quero que desbote&lt;br /&gt;Os teus sonhos envernizados;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só por alguns segundos&lt;br /&gt;Teria valido mesmo a pena&lt;br /&gt;Descosturar todos os silêncios;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas este lugar ainda em pé&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma fica assim&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade toma corpo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-166834880041533231?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S-OIzjbi6hI/AAAAAAAAA7U/LDxpl7zy9AA/s72-c/Citt%C3%A0+Pi%C3%B9+Bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-978604251781982705</id><published>2010-04-24T23:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:29:25.118-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S9OuGr8khlI/AAAAAAAAA7M/29MBP8tou2Y/s1600/Violeta+De+Outono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463902202829768274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S9OuGr8khlI/AAAAAAAAA7M/29MBP8tou2Y/s400/Violeta+De+Outono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Violeta De Outono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nunca saberemos:&lt;br /&gt;Só porque estava ali&lt;br /&gt;Vi você tão apressada,&lt;br /&gt;Com o ar gelado e puro;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito tarde foi saber:&lt;br /&gt;Um erro não se atrasa,&lt;br /&gt;Nos temos em pedaços;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era nossa habilidade:&lt;br /&gt;E toda essa facilidade&lt;br /&gt;Custou escasso tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Agora vamos com calma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que pensei dizer:&lt;br /&gt;E só um velho pesadelo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu te dou meu travesseiro;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta você me emprestar&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer teu melhor sorriso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que fazer do que tirou&lt;br /&gt;Do meu pensamento furtado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como poderia te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Se te sente uma triste Afrodite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser fiquemos só&lt;br /&gt;E do peito brote a busca:&lt;br /&gt;É o que deveríamos lembrar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andamos bem à frente&lt;br /&gt;Pra então nascer de novo:&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem sempre é Domingo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-978604251781982705?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/978604251781982705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=978604251781982705' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/978604251781982705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/978604251781982705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/04/violeta-de-outono-e-nunca-saberemos-so.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S9OuGr8khlI/AAAAAAAAA7M/29MBP8tou2Y/s72-c/Violeta+De+Outono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-5165064431712834454</id><published>2010-04-21T00:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:29:28.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S85w-Wlw0dI/AAAAAAAAA7E/DIis2XJgVTA/s1600/Das+Coisas+Deste+Mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462427614565159378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S85w-Wlw0dI/AAAAAAAAA7E/DIis2XJgVTA/s400/Das+Coisas+Deste+Mundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Das Coisas Deste Mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o que nos tornaria&lt;br /&gt;De um bem vencidos:&lt;br /&gt;O ter algo do que se rir,&lt;br /&gt;O que se faça ter sentido;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei como estou,&lt;br /&gt;Se partida ou chegada:&lt;br /&gt;A milhas de lugar algum,&lt;br /&gt;Bem perto do teu vilarejo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é ter a certeza,&lt;br /&gt;Como sair do atropelo:&lt;br /&gt;É nunca mais voltar atrás,&lt;br /&gt;É já não ter hora pra voltar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto te explicar,&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes não é por querer:&lt;br /&gt;Qual o juízo que se deve ter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos amores são heróis?&lt;br /&gt;Estou farto dessa voracidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os séculos rondam o homem,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o resto de mim mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por ti um certo apreço:&lt;br /&gt;Por toda essa quase cidade&lt;br /&gt;No dorso da tua curiosidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que - vivo - te atingiria:&lt;br /&gt;Um oportuno outro coração&lt;br /&gt;Com um perfume de alecrim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5165064431712834454?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5165064431712834454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=5165064431712834454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5165064431712834454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5165064431712834454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/04/das-coisas-deste-mundo-e-o-que-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S85w-Wlw0dI/AAAAAAAAA7E/DIis2XJgVTA/s72-c/Das+Coisas+Deste+Mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-3332239721527737039</id><published>2010-04-03T21:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:24:22.390-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S7fXbPniRfI/AAAAAAAAA68/KtNrDrW7Wzg/s1600/Perdidos+No+Espa%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456066336631440882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S7fXbPniRfI/AAAAAAAAA68/KtNrDrW7Wzg/s400/Perdidos+No+Espa%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perdidos No Espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O princípio e o nada,&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez a mesma via:&lt;br /&gt;A menor fração e o todo,&lt;br /&gt;Até os deuses são vencidos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Supernova apagada,&lt;br /&gt;É o prisma da sociedade:&lt;br /&gt;Quem se acha teu melhor&lt;br /&gt;Não reconhece teu esmero;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é essa a nossa aridez,&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei - quem é você?&lt;br /&gt;Se uma quase Joana D’Arc&lt;br /&gt;Ou a Alice atrás do espelho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ora só estou cansado:&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a barba por fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Perdoe-me não ser racional;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É na lealdade a realidade:&lt;br /&gt;É “o concordo” que destoa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o recurso que não vem:&lt;br /&gt;Quando é o próximo verão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a gente é assim:&lt;br /&gt;Até os Senhores da Guerra&lt;br /&gt;Estão sob a mira dos mísseis;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se salvei meu mundo:&lt;br /&gt;Fiz de você a minha capital,&lt;br /&gt;Também a minha Via Láctea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-3332239721527737039?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3332239721527737039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=3332239721527737039' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3332239721527737039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3332239721527737039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/04/perdidos-no-espaco-o-principio-e-o-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S7fXbPniRfI/AAAAAAAAA68/KtNrDrW7Wzg/s72-c/Perdidos+No+Espa%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4981918688950728311</id><published>2010-04-02T17:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:36:32.381-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S7ZO7ogPIWI/AAAAAAAAA60/H5GM33FrIvc/s1600/Jardins+Suspensos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455634784997810530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S7ZO7ogPIWI/AAAAAAAAA60/H5GM33FrIvc/s400/Jardins+Suspensos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Jardins Suspensos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É coisa tão comum,&lt;br /&gt;É mão que nos embala:&lt;br /&gt;A decisão incondicional,&lt;br /&gt;O quanto se fica chateado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi ânsia de acertar,&lt;br /&gt;Que poderíamos farejar:&lt;br /&gt;A paz que caia imaculada,&lt;br /&gt;Que seja grande o bastante;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não conte com isso,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu até peça ajuda:&lt;br /&gt;Só prestarei mais atenção,&lt;br /&gt;Cartas pra próxima rodada;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do despojo vem a ferida&lt;br /&gt;- Que já não doam mais -&lt;br /&gt;O grito que a nós esclareça;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou meu terno preto:&lt;br /&gt;Lenço amassado na lapela;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se algo há o que trocar,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um cravo vermelho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o que se mostrou&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um teu equívoco:&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sendo ventríloquo&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia falar por você;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi o meu despejo&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca teve protesto:&lt;br /&gt;Você reescreveria as linhas&lt;br /&gt;Na partitura de nossas vidas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-4981918688950728311?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4981918688950728311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=4981918688950728311' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4981918688950728311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4981918688950728311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/04/jardins-suspensos-e-coisa-tao-comum-e.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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Anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foi como te encontrei:&lt;br /&gt;Peixe sem aquário e mar,&lt;br /&gt;Estima que não tem reflexo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!...Minha doce bailarina:&lt;br /&gt;Te trouxe tudo o que te sacia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era Marte e teu sossego:&lt;br /&gt;O confeito nunca perecido,&lt;br /&gt;Velocípede e bolha de sabão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que você imaginou:&lt;br /&gt;Como fomos nos comportar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de toda pulsação:&lt;br /&gt;Ficou a brisa turva da noite,&lt;br /&gt;Meia parte do meu desapego;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas juro...Quero ver&lt;br /&gt;- Nesta nova era glacial -&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo bem agasalhado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos tudo o que somos&lt;br /&gt;- Aqui -&lt;br /&gt;Carregados sob nossos braços;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E da tua Caixa de Pandora&lt;br /&gt;Diga - o que ainda falta escapar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada tão malcuidado:&lt;br /&gt;E nunca vi nada parecido&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu pensamento;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quieto me veio você:&lt;br /&gt;Prece que não seja em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Cobra o meu sorriso amarelo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5398365476303923019?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5398365476303923019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=5398365476303923019' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5398365476303923019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5398365476303923019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/03/15-anos-foi-como-te-encontrei-peixe-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S66HY5gXDUI/AAAAAAAAA6c/QXV_TdDyg7o/s72-c/15+Anos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-819638693861938044</id><published>2010-03-21T21:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T16:52:29.186-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S6a0V70vOkI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ee7yOegkimk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451242687907707458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S6a0V70vOkI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ee7yOegkimk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;A Máquina Do Tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma hora atrás:&lt;br /&gt;Cortejei sã sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;Pra a alguém acostumar&lt;br /&gt;Após ter teu redemoinho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que importante:&lt;br /&gt;Legado ao léu o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que não vira preparado&lt;br /&gt;Te condecora a pretensão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que me deparei&lt;br /&gt;Foi um mesmo Fevereiro:&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um relógio caro&lt;br /&gt;De ponteiros desacordados;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um mesmo predicado:&lt;br /&gt;Somos cedo e pouco tarde&lt;br /&gt;Entre velozes e indomáveis;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está aí - e permitir&lt;br /&gt;Mas se não dá mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma única questão - viver&lt;br /&gt;Qual a tua disposição?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, tentaremos aprender&lt;br /&gt;Traçar arabescos mais bonitos&lt;br /&gt;Do que as mais extensas avarias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, buscamos combinação&lt;br /&gt;E mascar tamanha sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;Na colheita de sabores agridoces;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-819638693861938044?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/819638693861938044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=819638693861938044' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/819638693861938044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/819638693861938044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/03/maquina-do-tempo-acontece-toda-hora.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S6a0V70vOkI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ee7yOegkimk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8863922601520115958</id><published>2010-03-17T01:12:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:11:57.137-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S6BXl-NLxMI/AAAAAAAAA6M/1aUBIlW5EnU/s1600-h/Abra%C3%A7os+Partidos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449451858983371970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S6BXl-NLxMI/AAAAAAAAA6M/1aUBIlW5EnU/s400/Abra%C3%A7os+Partidos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abraços Partidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E ainda me admiro,&lt;br /&gt;Prelúdio e presságios:&lt;br /&gt;Nossas roupas molhadas&lt;br /&gt;Sem o vento e nem varais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pedido invertido,&lt;br /&gt;O coração em chamas:&lt;br /&gt;E corremos pelas escadas&lt;br /&gt;Porque quebrou o elevador;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que te incomode:&lt;br /&gt;Há um corte superficial&lt;br /&gt;Bem acima das evidências&lt;br /&gt;De todo esse pesado desafio;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez calor depois da chuva:&lt;br /&gt;Mas não estraguei meu paladar&lt;br /&gt;Só pra povoar a minha saudade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nossa síndrome de solidão&lt;br /&gt;- Sempre existirá -&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova versão do mesmo fato;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o resquício adquirido:&lt;br /&gt;Não vou gastar suor, saliva,&lt;br /&gt;A quem só tem tua aparência;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o querer-se por depois:&lt;br /&gt;É o que não se pode avaliar&lt;br /&gt;Só por uns míseros trocados;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8863922601520115958?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8863922601520115958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8863922601520115958' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8863922601520115958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8863922601520115958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/03/abracos-partidos-e-ainda-me-admiro.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S6BXl-NLxMI/AAAAAAAAA6M/1aUBIlW5EnU/s72-c/Abra%C3%A7os+Partidos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4883552633924263897</id><published>2010-03-10T00:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:44:19.625-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S5cZnghfH0I/AAAAAAAAA54/kda9Ct-3PGQ/s1600-h/Saga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446850440863883074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S5cZnghfH0I/AAAAAAAAA54/kda9Ct-3PGQ/s400/Saga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Saga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois saímos por aí,&lt;br /&gt;O que ficará pra trás:&lt;br /&gt;Os móveis sob poeira&lt;br /&gt;Se nem tudo deu certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é fracasso,&lt;br /&gt;Socorro que não vem:&lt;br /&gt;E pouco há por dentro&lt;br /&gt;De cada pequena união?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é claro que não,&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que voltei aqui:&lt;br /&gt;Se velei teus sutis sonhos&lt;br /&gt;É preciso - te convençam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revirei minhas gavetas:&lt;br /&gt;Achei selos, fotos, planos,&lt;br /&gt;Prosas - fiz provas de você;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal se nasce, se cresce&lt;br /&gt;- Até que se esquece -&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, já nos vimos antes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vidas passadas&lt;br /&gt;Que passaram - passarão&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é só um passo a frente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o que podíamos,&lt;br /&gt;O que mais nos querem:&lt;br /&gt;Nossos dedos na tomada&lt;br /&gt;Pra preencher esta lacuna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por que fugiríamos,&lt;br /&gt;Será que nos amargaria:&lt;br /&gt;A casa quente que esfria&lt;br /&gt;E a dor por trás das portas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-4883552633924263897?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4883552633924263897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=4883552633924263897' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4883552633924263897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4883552633924263897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/03/saga-pois-saimos-por-ai-o-que-ficara.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S5cZnghfH0I/AAAAAAAAA54/kda9Ct-3PGQ/s72-c/Saga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8550820974851639933</id><published>2010-03-06T01:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:50:18.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S5Hbfqvds5I/AAAAAAAAA5w/QqaRFoNvUMM/s1600-h/Feliz+Quando+Chove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445374761563435922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S5Hbfqvds5I/AAAAAAAAA5w/QqaRFoNvUMM/s400/Feliz+Quando+Chove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feliz Quando Chove...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E então você faltou&lt;br /&gt;Ao que pretendia ser:&lt;br /&gt;E o que ainda te inspira&lt;br /&gt;Te cobram os teus pares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tenho contas a pagar,&lt;br /&gt;Também duro trabalho:&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei por que sobrevivi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço um romance noir&lt;br /&gt;Do que versam estes dias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não - não me apresse&lt;br /&gt;Uso cartola, uso bengala:&lt;br /&gt;Pareço estar fora de moda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que digam “tão estranhos”:&lt;br /&gt;Só não pensam como vocês;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que tudo somos nada:&lt;br /&gt;Intento - incenso que se esvai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te preocuparei:&lt;br /&gt;Aparto pânico e ocasião&lt;br /&gt;De toda essa engrenagem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como ser gato de rua&lt;br /&gt;Que procura por um lar:&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando é certo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho meu um universo&lt;br /&gt;Como os sinos as catedrais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8550820974851639933?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8550820974851639933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8550820974851639933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8550820974851639933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8550820974851639933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/03/feliz-quando-chove.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S5Hbfqvds5I/AAAAAAAAA5w/QqaRFoNvUMM/s72-c/Feliz+Quando+Chove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-117771361028790143</id><published>2010-02-25T00:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:10:22.506-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S4Xta7xOn7I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/a-O6GwwG8rc/s1600-h/Mellissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442016771723665330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S4Xta7xOn7I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/a-O6GwwG8rc/s400/Mellissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não por maldade&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma convulsão:&lt;br /&gt;O presente de repente&lt;br /&gt;Que não se pode adiar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia um “não sei”&lt;br /&gt;Era só a impaciência:&lt;br /&gt;Eu ficaria até amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Eu curaria os teus pulsos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E morreria por você,&lt;br /&gt;É nenhuma violência:&lt;br /&gt;E se a mim teus medos,&lt;br /&gt;Faria engenho e escravos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que esta intensidade&lt;br /&gt;Seja um jeito todo meu&lt;br /&gt;Mas também a insurreição;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vi sombra - água fresca&lt;br /&gt;Eu aqueci todo meu abraço;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfaço todo meu cansaço:&lt;br /&gt;Deixa amanhecer - dessa vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se foi - parte daqui&lt;br /&gt;Como quase um suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Que escapa à condenação;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi você - passou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje eu sou meridiano&lt;br /&gt;Que você já não encontraria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-117771361028790143?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/117771361028790143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=117771361028790143' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/117771361028790143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/117771361028790143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/02/mellissa-nao-por-maldade-mais-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S4Xta7xOn7I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/a-O6GwwG8rc/s72-c/Mellissa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8503433238050469327</id><published>2010-02-20T02:06:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:00:06.359-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S4GEHhu-28I/AAAAAAAAA5M/JWHvR6S034g/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+image.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440775089689648066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S4GEHhu-28I/AAAAAAAAA5M/JWHvR6S034g/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+image.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saltimbancos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqui paramos&lt;br /&gt;Pois alguém semeia&lt;br /&gt;A este baldio terreno&lt;br /&gt;A falsa dor e firme graça;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei as horas&lt;br /&gt;E corre a gargalhada:&lt;br /&gt;O meio gesto e o aceno&lt;br /&gt;Ao que se possa parecer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E qual divina comédia&lt;br /&gt;É justo que reconheças&lt;br /&gt;O drama de nós mesmos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem cortina ou ribalta:&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez em cartaz&lt;br /&gt;A ópera bufa das vaidades;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espectador e expectativa:&lt;br /&gt;Quando a nós será aplauso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia possamos ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois corações disciplinados;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes parece o irreal&lt;br /&gt;- A cada um a sua miséria -&lt;br /&gt;E o piscar de olhos bastaria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todo canto as alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que abusam crer&lt;br /&gt;Que até a tola vida é arte sua;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8503433238050469327?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8503433238050469327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8503433238050469327' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8503433238050469327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8503433238050469327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/02/saltimbancos-mas-aqui-paramos-pois.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S4GEHhu-28I/AAAAAAAAA5M/JWHvR6S034g/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+image.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8473958482123480520</id><published>2010-02-16T19:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:38:49.099-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S3sQMY8cYkI/AAAAAAAAA48/4uMeb0qmWC0/s1600-h/Finis+Africae.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438958780020449858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S3sQMY8cYkI/AAAAAAAAA48/4uMeb0qmWC0/s400/Finis+Africae.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finis Africae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exaustos e ausentes,&lt;br /&gt;E agora da diferença&lt;br /&gt;Já não é o que fomos:&lt;br /&gt;Tão nobres ou vulgares;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dez crimes e castigo&lt;br /&gt;- Sei não posso resistir -&lt;br /&gt;Mas todo temor atroz&lt;br /&gt;Vira quase Idade Média;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se resta Inquisição,&lt;br /&gt;Por ti deixo que arda&lt;br /&gt;O impulso e a elevação,&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo uma verdade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ti lavro tal saudade&lt;br /&gt;Pra reler dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Quem assim nos repetisse;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não lastimo o que senti&lt;br /&gt;E tem ainda esta desordem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem culpados nem isentos,&lt;br /&gt;Quem roubou nossa partilha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É errar por si o outro&lt;br /&gt;O que cega essa gente:&lt;br /&gt;É de crença e conceitos&lt;br /&gt;Que nos pregam a moral;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueças o não fraterno:&lt;br /&gt;Só a nossa própria história&lt;br /&gt;É prefácio do bem e do mal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8473958482123480520?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8473958482123480520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8473958482123480520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8473958482123480520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8473958482123480520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/02/finis-africae-exaustos-e-ausentes-e.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S3sQMY8cYkI/AAAAAAAAA48/4uMeb0qmWC0/s72-c/Finis+Africae.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-7578361642207099826</id><published>2010-02-14T00:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:46:14.302-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S3dcval0TmI/AAAAAAAAA4U/hNILqOS0GpY/s1600-h/Jerusal%C3%A9m.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437917044734709346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S3dcval0TmI/AAAAAAAAA4U/hNILqOS0GpY/s400/Jerusal%C3%A9m.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jerusalém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Perdi toda coragem, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perdi trinta dinheiros:&lt;br /&gt;E eu já nem sei se o fui&lt;br /&gt;Ou profeta ou apóstolo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que era o prodígio&lt;br /&gt;Agora me tem escasso:&lt;br /&gt;Teu rico lábio redentor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que à margem da vida&lt;br /&gt;Não me tinha alcançado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toda essa felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Então me era anarquia:&lt;br /&gt;O deleite raso do querer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo fácil de se quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Como estátuas de isopor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era de tinta e papiro&lt;br /&gt;O teu recado sublinhado:&lt;br /&gt;Espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor assim - um dia&lt;br /&gt;Faremos nossa civilização;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estamos resfriados:&lt;br /&gt;Quanto falta do que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra se cuidar desta doença?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o nosso auto de fé:&lt;br /&gt;Quase um sacro desespero&lt;br /&gt;Por não sermos desonestos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-7578361642207099826?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7578361642207099826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=7578361642207099826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7578361642207099826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7578361642207099826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/02/jerusalem-perdi-toda-coragem-perdi.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S3dcval0TmI/AAAAAAAAA4U/hNILqOS0GpY/s72-c/Jerusal%C3%A9m.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-7600071414533037211</id><published>2010-02-09T01:07:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:45:16.306-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S3DR1c7TpTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/43d5i33SYQA/s1600-h/Nuvem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436075466464404786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S3DR1c7TpTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/43d5i33SYQA/s400/Nuvem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nuvem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! - Despedidas:&lt;br /&gt;Era lava e o vulcão&lt;br /&gt;Se não mais achavas&lt;br /&gt;A origem do teu ideal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo de volta:&lt;br /&gt;É força que resgata&lt;br /&gt;O animal extraviado&lt;br /&gt;Quase próximo do fim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é maré e rotação,&lt;br /&gt;É a sina de toda raça&lt;br /&gt;O flerte dito um punhal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis a ironia dos acasos&lt;br /&gt;Virando nossa ampulheta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toda essa melancolia é&lt;br /&gt;Só fuligem em meu sangue;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No céu do sol,&lt;br /&gt;Também o céu da boca:&lt;br /&gt;Ver desenhos claro-escuros;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fantasia a que se apega:&lt;br /&gt;Quando há a possibilidade&lt;br /&gt;Ter algodão já não tão doce; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-7600071414533037211?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7600071414533037211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=7600071414533037211' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7600071414533037211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7600071414533037211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/02/nuvem-ah-despedidas-era-lava-e-o-vulcao.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S3DR1c7TpTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/43d5i33SYQA/s72-c/Nuvem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-1043152531448136801</id><published>2010-02-04T01:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:30:40.669-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S2o-0CdbIUI/AAAAAAAAA4E/3xKZAdrllQw/s1600-h/E+No+Entanto,+Se+Move....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434224964110328130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S2o-0CdbIUI/AAAAAAAAA4E/3xKZAdrllQw/s400/E+No+Entanto,+Se+Move....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E No Entanto, Se Move...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E se aproximar,&lt;br /&gt;É manter a calma:&lt;br /&gt;É ciência ou espírito&lt;br /&gt;Nova segunda chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal me agarrei,&lt;br /&gt;Agosto ainda frio:&lt;br /&gt;É o terceiro mistério&lt;br /&gt;Tempo hoje restituído?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que verteu&lt;br /&gt;Veio de tua aura:&lt;br /&gt;A forma e conteúdo&lt;br /&gt;De todo indócil amor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E veio de tua alma&lt;br /&gt;E da primeira vogal&lt;br /&gt;A que leio o teu nome;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que ganhei&lt;br /&gt;Do que você perdeu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Se você então ganhou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a renascentista paz&lt;br /&gt;Toda música e luz e cor&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a escuridão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também autorretrato&lt;br /&gt;Se as lembranças chamam&lt;br /&gt;Pra um outro lugar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-1043152531448136801?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1043152531448136801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=1043152531448136801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-3504706211136727223</id><published>2010-01-27T00:46:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:54:15.514-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S1-p8qXtQWI/AAAAAAAAA38/xDxAjaEQZbg/s1600-h/a_poesia_m_o_escrevendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431246535263076706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S1-p8qXtQWI/AAAAAAAAA38/xDxAjaEQZbg/s400/a_poesia_m_o_escrevendo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carta À Senhora Da Casa Grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis nossa a soberba&lt;br /&gt;E o que nos dobrará&lt;br /&gt;Faz vivo o rei deposto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi quase a ventura&lt;br /&gt;E da trajetória oposta&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo o sinal fechado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz minha estante&lt;br /&gt;Só às boas lembranças;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz rico artesanato&lt;br /&gt;Do que ousastes retirar&lt;br /&gt;Dos porões dessa vontade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o diálogo e é a escola,&lt;br /&gt;É o remédio e é a perdição;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Narciso a descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Que perfeitos nunca serão&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo nossos defeitos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a letargia virou êxtase,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tão limpo e arrumado;&lt;br /&gt;De envergonhado então sorri;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com meu grafite quase findo&lt;br /&gt;A sequência ordenada escrevi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão fácil separar joio e trigo&lt;br /&gt;Aos olhos que não têm vendas;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-3504706211136727223?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3504706211136727223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=3504706211136727223' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3504706211136727223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3504706211136727223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/01/carta-senhora-da-casa-grande-eis-nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S1-p8qXtQWI/AAAAAAAAA38/xDxAjaEQZbg/s72-c/a_poesia_m_o_escrevendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-5467590426951957005</id><published>2010-01-20T01:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:30:40.929-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S1Z3_uDCGWI/AAAAAAAAA3s/col2fLo1AWE/s1600-h/Um+Sino+%C3%89+Uma+Ta%C3%A7a...At%C3%A9+Ser+Tocado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428658337417927010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S1Z3_uDCGWI/AAAAAAAAA3s/col2fLo1AWE/s400/Um+Sino+%C3%89+Uma+Ta%C3%A7a...At%C3%A9+Ser+Tocado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Um Sino É Uma Taça...Até Ser Tocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É, meu sóbrio amigo&lt;br /&gt;Até sei o que me falas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É só às vezes não diviso&lt;br /&gt;Quer terraço ou futuro;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela atravessou a rua&lt;br /&gt;A cuidar os dois lados:&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu ainda estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;E já nem é mais feriado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela banda já passou:&lt;br /&gt;Remendei novos retalhos&lt;br /&gt;No uniforme do destino;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tapei apenas com barro&lt;br /&gt;As goteiras da velha casa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas e nos poda a razão&lt;br /&gt;- Tanta gente a vagar -&lt;br /&gt;Quem nos mede a solidão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei de corações partidos:&lt;br /&gt;Não são nenhuma raridade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resto então é rascunho&lt;br /&gt;E as pessoas por toda parte&lt;br /&gt;Se vestem em tons de cinza;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada qual com seu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;E o olhar de quem esperaria&lt;br /&gt;A vida toda por se reinventar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5467590426951957005?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5467590426951957005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=5467590426951957005' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4574028021279712293</id><published>2010-01-19T00:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:34:36.585-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S1UZ6rx0TjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BUFcy9aHpqk/s1600-h/140.+O+Verbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428273421839781426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S1UZ6rx0TjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BUFcy9aHpqk/s400/140.+O+Verbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do que sentiu&lt;br /&gt;De criança - mulher&lt;br /&gt;Fora este o teu dever:&lt;br /&gt;O teu batismo de fogo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu que consumi&lt;br /&gt;A tantos ecos falsos&lt;br /&gt;Justo você avistei ali:&lt;br /&gt;Rebelou meu cotidiano;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como quem diz&lt;br /&gt;“Em nome do Pai”&lt;br /&gt;Fiz minha a tua sorte&lt;br /&gt;Feito brando beijo dado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz minha a tua pele&lt;br /&gt;Feito arcanjo então caído;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim - se por desejo&lt;br /&gt;Respondi sem ter talento&lt;br /&gt;Não - não era por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe - se te assustei&lt;br /&gt;Só não queria mais terminar&lt;br /&gt;Minhas frases em reticências;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que está acontecendo:&lt;br /&gt;Mais um capítulo encerrado,&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o próximo comercial?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/5941161185914356308-4574028021279712293?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S1UZ6rx0TjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BUFcy9aHpqk/s72-c/140.+O+Verbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-1083614491419817578</id><published>2010-01-16T00:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:31:28.956-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S1EoERb_kYI/AAAAAAAAA3c/mvc0ZXkjvms/s1600-h/Il+Passetto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427163079823561090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S1EoERb_kYI/AAAAAAAAA3c/mvc0ZXkjvms/s400/Il+Passetto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Il Passetto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final de todo céu&lt;br /&gt;Tem de novo contusão:&lt;br /&gt;Ato contínuo se perder&lt;br /&gt;Porque éramos tão altivos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi só ferida rala,&lt;br /&gt;Que revela a proteção:&lt;br /&gt;É fina flor quase nervosa&lt;br /&gt;Todo sujeito e seu adjetivo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a terra dos errantes,&lt;br /&gt;É o provérbio assentido:&lt;br /&gt;A este rio que aqui corre&lt;br /&gt;Não verás jamais o mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E talvez possamos voltar&lt;br /&gt;À matilha que nos abrigou:&lt;br /&gt;Vai agora - sei que é preciso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a quem nos chama&lt;br /&gt;- Havia melhor caminho -&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o melhor esconderijo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebo agora o sentido:&lt;br /&gt;- Acordei cedo teus perigos -&lt;br /&gt;Seremos donos de nós mesmos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-1083614491419817578?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1083614491419817578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=1083614491419817578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1083614491419817578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1083614491419817578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/01/il-passetto-no-final-de-todo-ceu-tem-de.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S1EoERb_kYI/AAAAAAAAA3c/mvc0ZXkjvms/s72-c/Il+Passetto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4132147529351536537</id><published>2010-01-07T00:50:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:43:55.593-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S0VLVL9sEMI/AAAAAAAAA3E/6hJqwZS2L8M/s1600-h/O+Tempo+E+O+Vento.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S0VLVL9sEMI/AAAAAAAAA3E/6hJqwZS2L8M/s400/O+Tempo+E+O+Vento.jpg" border="0" ps="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Tempo E O Vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma razão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao que se dá&lt;br /&gt;Nunca é por querer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedemos nossa vez,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um outro dia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por que não?&lt;br /&gt;É mesmo decente&lt;br /&gt;Nossa face já madura;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vide aqui vida devida&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo nossos rastros;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E à mesma ideia&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava distraído:&lt;br /&gt;Bondade sua entender;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois de tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Sei - ainda nos pertence;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se passa - tudo ao redor&lt;br /&gt;Também passa todo mal;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E dê-me qualquer coisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não venha sem notar:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que foi tão nato este amar;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que foi dele todo aquele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quase um segundo eterno:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossa vida à toa pela frente;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-4132147529351536537?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4132147529351536537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=4132147529351536537' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4132147529351536537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4132147529351536537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-tempo-e-o-vento-ha-uma-razao-mas-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/S0VLVL9sEMI/AAAAAAAAA3E/6hJqwZS2L8M/s72-c/O+Tempo+E+O+Vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-6363769196365867480</id><published>2009-12-22T01:23:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:08:38.187-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SzA-dThsYRI/AAAAAAAAA28/wG0KL71Xy4w/s1600-h/Adeus+%C3%80s+Ilus%C3%B5es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SzA-dThsYRI/AAAAAAAAA28/wG0KL71Xy4w/s400/Adeus+%C3%80s+Ilus%C3%B5es.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Adeus Às Ilusões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecia - era pouco&lt;br /&gt;Amor do quase nada: &lt;br /&gt;E de tudo nos serviu&lt;br /&gt;O que foi de mais valia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais do que isso&lt;br /&gt;Há muito era o aviso:&lt;br /&gt;É borrasca ao oceano&lt;br /&gt;Aonde a onda se retrai;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sobre nossas cabeças&lt;br /&gt;- Marquises tão pesadas -&lt;br /&gt;Poluem falhas de mortais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tanto ar ou mesmo fogo:&lt;br /&gt;Somos quase confusão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos todos terra e linho:&lt;br /&gt;Kamikazes por perdão; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Esse é o nosso mundo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E a cada Davi caberá assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Derrubar seu próprio Golias;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E como quer que me vejas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sou relato do que se fizera feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas diverso ao que você queria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-6363769196365867480?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6363769196365867480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=6363769196365867480' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/6363769196365867480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/6363769196365867480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/12/adeus-as-ilusoes-parecia-era-pouco-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SzA-dThsYRI/AAAAAAAAA28/wG0KL71Xy4w/s72-c/Adeus+%C3%80s+Ilus%C3%B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-1606708122652335113</id><published>2009-12-11T00:42:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:37:06.132-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SyGxzlD7IOI/AAAAAAAAA2g/hqxmcx_aN4Q/s1600-h/Anna+K..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SyGxzlD7IOI/AAAAAAAAA2g/hqxmcx_aN4Q/s400/Anna+K..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna K.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se não mais o “ver”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou “como vai você”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há o que punir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A essa nova elegância;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi-se nosso plano:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É que nos precedeu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lógica dos inocentes;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E faça essa solidez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão apenas que você:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vença tudo que mereças;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absolva até um passado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não a tua identidade;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E de ti aqui tenho comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que cabe em meu bolso:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o que reza essa espera?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagino - alquimia e paraíso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhos tantos e mal contidos;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto isso - só mitologia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E pra sempre é sempre “será?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há quanto tempo te conheço,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por quanto tempo vou guardar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! Se eu soubesse - não durava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que exponha crua realidade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu repito mantras de saudades:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É difícil&amp;nbsp;feito verbos - feito crase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5941161185914356308-1606708122652335113?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1606708122652335113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=1606708122652335113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1606708122652335113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1606708122652335113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/12/anna-k.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SyGxzlD7IOI/AAAAAAAAA2g/hqxmcx_aN4Q/s72-c/Anna+K..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4430014667772190160</id><published>2009-12-08T01:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:15:34.649-02:00</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/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sx3EMGd6mLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/i1YQky6RQig/s1600-h/Uma+Hist%C3%B3ria+De+Ontem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sx3EMGd6mLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/i1YQky6RQig/s400/Uma+Hist%C3%B3ria+De+Ontem.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma História De Ontem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas promessas&lt;br /&gt;Te pedem pra ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Indulto que não tens:&lt;br /&gt;Quem está por chegar,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe - vais reconhecer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito céu dia e noite,&lt;br /&gt;Sentinela que não cai,&lt;br /&gt;Vi você tão longe perto,&lt;br /&gt;Alerta - meu imaginário;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeroplano em pleno voo&lt;br /&gt;- E ao que li em ti calado -&lt;br /&gt;Oferto o meu vocabulário;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que palavras - então&lt;br /&gt;A cada silaba faltara o tom;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dom - e já não despeito&lt;br /&gt;Quisera eu ser tua perfeição;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De aço era teu soluço,&lt;br /&gt;Que estavas preocupada:&lt;br /&gt;Foi por ser meio prudente&lt;br /&gt;Às curvas de nossa estrada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos gana, temos nada,&lt;br /&gt;Quase igual pressentimento:&lt;br /&gt;Será de poças, será de rocha,&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;constância de nós mesmos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5941161185914356308-4430014667772190160?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4430014667772190160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=4430014667772190160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4430014667772190160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4430014667772190160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-historia-de-ontem.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sx3EMGd6mLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/i1YQky6RQig/s72-c/Uma+Hist%C3%B3ria+De+Ontem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-6176416147863345296</id><published>2009-11-27T01:54:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:46:12.469-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sw9P3sMTAYI/AAAAAAAAA2I/krVBRoRU47s/s1600/Roma.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sw9P3sMTAYI/AAAAAAAAA2I/krVBRoRU47s/s400/Roma.jpg" border="0" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Roma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estamos:&lt;br /&gt;Ascensão e queda,&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes acontecem,&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez donos do mundo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E repare bem:&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão é esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Jogada na arena aos leões,&lt;br /&gt;De quem da vida é passeio;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas me lembro:&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma misericórdia,&lt;br /&gt;Em cada coração o ladrão,&lt;br /&gt;E os assaltos dos caminhos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrubou estas muralhas&lt;br /&gt;O incêndio não combatido&lt;br /&gt;De toda essa resoluta paixão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem espada, sem escudo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu cortejei qualquer perigo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem você - a triste rainha&lt;br /&gt;Me confesso tolo - e acabou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era a polidez:&lt;br /&gt;Vinho e mesa farta,&lt;br /&gt;Uma legião de bons amigos&lt;br /&gt;Tão alheios ao meu contento;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E teve também:&lt;br /&gt;Liras de claros sons,&lt;br /&gt;Nas ruínas que são tão belas&lt;br /&gt;Sandálias novas sobre o chão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-6176416147863345296?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sw9P3sMTAYI/AAAAAAAAA2I/krVBRoRU47s/s72-c/Roma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8113425541290961276</id><published>2009-11-26T01:13:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:23:26.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sw3zm0agUfI/AAAAAAAAA14/4IgJWqzJqsU/s1600/z+-+Solid%C3%A3o+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408246575772226034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sw3zm0agUfI/AAAAAAAAA14/4IgJWqzJqsU/s400/z+-+Solid%C3%A3o+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que Horas São ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Só se for pra ser,&lt;br /&gt;Há de ter alguém:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que se faça&lt;br /&gt;É não sair do lugar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar a fim&lt;br /&gt;Se já não dá mais,&lt;br /&gt;O que quer escutar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!...Não esqueça,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te quero bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra saber&lt;br /&gt;Só ao fim do filme,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o mesmo refrão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos iguais, eu e você,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito, mas te amo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos celebrar:&lt;br /&gt;E pra não estender&lt;br /&gt;Eu já nem existo mais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que já é tarde:&lt;br /&gt;O que poderia ser afinal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8113425541290961276?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8113425541290961276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8113425541290961276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8113425541290961276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8113425541290961276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-horas-sao-e-perder-so-se-for-pra.html' 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10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SwyoADaa05I/AAAAAAAAA1w/jF8GeoDsG-8/s400/z+-+Solid%C3%A3o+40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Pierrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Logo ali passou&lt;br /&gt;O que se tramou:&lt;br /&gt;Foi como um condão,&lt;br /&gt;E nada sutil o alvoroço;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamado amor&lt;br /&gt;O que se tremeu:&lt;br /&gt;Ela estava com pressa,&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui apenas o mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de tão sinceros&lt;br /&gt;Maior preço se pagou,&lt;br /&gt;Antes fato e terror agora;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo, meio e fim&lt;br /&gt;Pegue a mão - que vir chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao que há sempre de ser&lt;br /&gt;Peque o mundo assim - por nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não há glamour&lt;br /&gt;No que era imensidão,&lt;br /&gt;Muito pouco que lhe peço:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me do teu tempo&lt;br /&gt;O que te possa não faltar,&lt;br /&gt;Que não nos possa superar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-2623094780653774168?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2623094780653774168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=2623094780653774168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2623094780653774168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2623094780653774168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/11/pierrot-e-sem-querer-logo-ali-passou-o.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SwyoADaa05I/AAAAAAAAA1w/jF8GeoDsG-8/s72-c/z+-+Solid%C3%A3o+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-1358249574172924743</id><published>2009-11-21T01:01:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:19:59.048-02:00</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/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SwdXYgu4kEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/YtoJbRmf5VA/s1600/Cidade+Nua.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SwdXYgu4kEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/YtoJbRmf5VA/s400/Cidade+Nua.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cidade Nua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não posso explicar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De onde vem a causa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois o hoje é diferente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada leio em teu inglês;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras dissonantes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pés descalços e atrasos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me preocupei por você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que procura boa comida:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que à alma alimente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma espécie de carinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem descrença ou incapaz;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E era eu - foi bom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E amanhã - quem de nós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que vamos sumir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Obrigado por tudo -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois que a chuva passar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem, senta aqui,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha pra esta calmaria:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estava mesmo a seu dispor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo muito antes de você;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E antes de mim chegou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem deu o que podia dar:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como quem nada quer;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-1358249574172924743?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1358249574172924743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=1358249574172924743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1358249574172924743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1358249574172924743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/11/cidade-nua-nao-posso-explicar-de-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SwdXYgu4kEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/YtoJbRmf5VA/s72-c/Cidade+Nua.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8327403498674943936</id><published>2009-11-13T00:43:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:20:52.184-02:00</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/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvzF5bGZDyI/AAAAAAAAA1c/eslnVyAZrNE/s1600-h/In+Versus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvzF5bGZDyI/AAAAAAAAA1c/eslnVyAZrNE/s400/In+Versus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Versus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muito bem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fomos&amp;nbsp;alto então:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não mais me achei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais um dia sem mim;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E pra você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algo qualquer assim:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do outro lado da noite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada além da escuridão;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou conseguir escapar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do esperar a tua resposta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou corrigir a minha sombra:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metade não quer ir embora,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metade só pensa em partir;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser o choro de uma criança,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desfilar a vida em avenidas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem procurar ao fim;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recusar o passo ao penhasco,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dessa vez - teimar em ser feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor, entenda:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As coisas são tão normais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde a gente se atrapalha;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pouco é enorme sorte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter suave o gosto amargo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde a gente se abandona;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8327403498674943936?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8327403498674943936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8327403498674943936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8327403498674943936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8327403498674943936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-versus-muito-alto-fomos-longe-entao.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvzF5bGZDyI/AAAAAAAAA1c/eslnVyAZrNE/s72-c/In+Versus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-5514095356518029022</id><published>2009-11-05T00:54:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:21:46.650-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvI9gmyZduI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Zc9mHxOOgqI/s1600-h/Roda-Viva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvI9gmyZduI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Zc9mHxOOgqI/s400/Roda-Viva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roda-Viva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É muito tarde, &lt;br /&gt;Me contava você:&lt;br /&gt;Era um leve cochilo&lt;br /&gt;E sonhei estar de volta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas olha agora&lt;br /&gt;Pra o que você vê:&lt;br /&gt;Erros em baixo-relevo&lt;br /&gt;No poder que se abusa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E hei de soletrar&lt;br /&gt;Se acaso esqueceu:&lt;br /&gt;Tão adverso é o brilho&lt;br /&gt;Tido certo que se impõe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E venha de encontro&lt;br /&gt;O inverso que equilibra&lt;br /&gt;A vida que logras ser boa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas quem retomará?&lt;br /&gt;Tão terreno é o perdão &lt;br /&gt;E toda entrega e mutação;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não há o temor servil&lt;br /&gt;No amor que nos quer um;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ei, colore o que você tem,&lt;br /&gt;Frente faça aos imprevistos&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia nós saberemos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui nesta Torre de Babel&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas sempre são pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Só o que muda é um coração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5514095356518029022?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5514095356518029022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=5514095356518029022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5514095356518029022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5514095356518029022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/11/roda-viva-e-muito-tarde-me-contava-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvI9gmyZduI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Zc9mHxOOgqI/s72-c/Roda-Viva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4428244060298364942</id><published>2009-10-31T20:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:12:11.327-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Suy4R2YoQvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/6WJoZ0534hA/s1600-h/Julie+Et+Joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398892670106485490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Suy4R2YoQvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/6WJoZ0534hA/s400/Julie+Et+Joe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Julie Et Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem querer,&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo mundo;&lt;br /&gt;Também pudera:&lt;br /&gt;Anjos perdem rumos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como vai,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez meio sorriso;&lt;br /&gt;Frágeis corações:&lt;br /&gt;Quase cacos de vidro;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela dança,&lt;br /&gt;E quase ninguém vê;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é para você:&lt;br /&gt;É pela tua constelação;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E à tua escolha feita&lt;br /&gt;Feito festeje então:&lt;br /&gt;És agora - depois memórias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando for partida&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo só cansaço:&lt;br /&gt;Deixa cair o fardo - das mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja único o cuidado&lt;br /&gt;De voltar sem menos - esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não parar,&lt;br /&gt;Aonde nada é assim?&lt;br /&gt;Corre tempo sobre nós:&lt;br /&gt;Pássaro livre sem voar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é isso,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto o perto é aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Muito além do horizonte:&lt;br /&gt;Pescador longe do mar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-4428244060298364942?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4428244060298364942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=4428244060298364942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4428244060298364942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/StpOWkr6UAI/AAAAAAAAA0U/vu7qXnmmMSc/s1600-h/N%C3%B3s+Que+Aqui+Estamos....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393709653441531906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/StpOWkr6UAI/AAAAAAAAA0U/vu7qXnmmMSc/s400/N%C3%B3s+Que+Aqui+Estamos....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós Que Aqui Estamos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Faço de meu tédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Um lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E em cinco minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fica sempre igual;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Presos nesta carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por julgar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pela frente as tolices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não conquistei;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De um simples erro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No plural,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu destilei estragos maus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra você considerar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E acossado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Depurei maiores vícios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra você se anunciar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mostra o teu rosto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teu jeito de amar as coisas;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que não há indiferença:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São só nossas bruscas razões;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E de tanto amor se fez:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uma vida foi vivida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É verdade não contrária;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É tão denso esse senão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quer a vida admitida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão solene ou tão perdida;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-4935462566956551604?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4935462566956551604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=4935462566956551604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4935462566956551604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4935462566956551604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/10/nos-que-aqui-estamos.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/StpOWkr6UAI/AAAAAAAAA0U/vu7qXnmmMSc/s72-c/N%C3%B3s+Que+Aqui+Estamos....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-2054290917330466483</id><published>2009-10-11T20:32:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:10:57.059-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/StJs-oSpKwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/H0CdzdrpeVE/s1600-h/Wake+Up+(song+for+Annelise).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391491527139207938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/StJs-oSpKwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/H0CdzdrpeVE/s400/Wake+Up+(song+for+Annelise).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake Up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Annelise)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra quê fingir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não sou assim:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aonde quis chegar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quem falou demais?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi só o jeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E deixa acontecer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adeus pra não lidar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chutando latas de lixo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois do sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O dia trará a noite:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E de uma só estrela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprenderás em segredo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ser trairá a morte:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que se não temê-lo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suspenderá uma lágrima;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes é só desencanto,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É a chance que não vemos;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou então nenhuma valentia:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A porta aberta que não passas;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quase de repente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já passou num segundo:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E de novo se alegrará&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A música do meu realejo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não fique assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Que venham me salvar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se for não voltar atrás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem ficar perto de mim;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/5941161185914356308-2054290917330466483?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2054290917330466483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=2054290917330466483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2054290917330466483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2054290917330466483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-up-song-for-annelise-pra-que.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/StJs-oSpKwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/H0CdzdrpeVE/s72-c/Wake+Up+(song+for+Annelise).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8785409131735467356</id><published>2009-10-02T00:36:00.025-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:10:21.037-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SsV2sA60EeI/AAAAAAAAAz8/90VRCBGtKjM/s1600-h/Oz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387843027751670242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SsV2sA60EeI/AAAAAAAAAz8/90VRCBGtKjM/s400/Oz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que já,&lt;br /&gt;O vento levou:&lt;br /&gt;Fomos para longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;color:white;"&gt;Sem poder reclamar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todos aqui,&lt;br /&gt;De tudo por ti:&lt;br /&gt;Que vejas natural&lt;br /&gt;Algo mais complexo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser “olá”&lt;br /&gt;Ou sonho será:&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sobra disso&lt;br /&gt;Um remanso em nós;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando “me perdoe”&lt;br /&gt;Quando “não esqueça”&lt;br /&gt;É sempre o mais correto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser esperto&lt;br /&gt;E quero mil coragens;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero um coração,&lt;br /&gt;E o meu reino - de volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nada intencional,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas falta a certeza:&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde leva a estrada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como descobrir?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas olhe ao redor:&lt;br /&gt;Você jamais saiu daqui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8785409131735467356?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8785409131735467356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8785409131735467356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8785409131735467356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8785409131735467356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/10/oz-sabes-que-ja-o-vento-levou-fomos.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SsV2sA60EeI/AAAAAAAAAz8/90VRCBGtKjM/s72-c/Oz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-3542384923340836219</id><published>2009-09-26T18:53:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:09:44.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sr6Np4vvq5I/AAAAAAAAAz0/cUz-_5gB8VU/s1600-h/1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385897955128486802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sr6Np4vvq5I/AAAAAAAAAz0/cUz-_5gB8VU/s400/1987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:black;"&gt;1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se teu presente&lt;br /&gt;É um museu de cera,&lt;br /&gt;E resto e estreito não:&lt;br /&gt;Se purifique;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o dano causado&lt;br /&gt;For melhor que mentir,&lt;br /&gt;É apelo e sincero pesar:&lt;br /&gt;Que te oriente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a vida que arrastas&lt;br /&gt;For o ocaso de um nada,&lt;br /&gt;Teu ópio e singelo furor:&lt;br /&gt;Que te alimente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que o gasto se resuma,&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo sele teu corpo:&lt;br /&gt;Seja isso - consideração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que teu seja meu o assombro:&lt;br /&gt;Oh! não - por onde começar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que meu seja teu em silêncio:&lt;br /&gt;Sempre - crescer e não querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a tua solução&lt;br /&gt;É um basta nas teorias,&lt;br /&gt;E ruído e intuição pura:&lt;br /&gt;Se concretize;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uma foto amarela&lt;br /&gt;For melhor que o sumir,&lt;br /&gt;É álibi e iluminado ardil:&lt;br /&gt;Que se reanime;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-3542384923340836219?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3542384923340836219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=3542384923340836219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3542384923340836219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3542384923340836219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/09/1987-e-se-teu-presente-e-um-museu-de.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sr6Np4vvq5I/AAAAAAAAAz0/cUz-_5gB8VU/s72-c/1987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-6211799386971325856</id><published>2009-09-22T00:32:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:09:10.364-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/StOMtyGzLII/AAAAAAAAA0M/AIguZYiW9_E/s1600-h/N%C3%B4mades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391807897064909954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/StOMtyGzLII/AAAAAAAAA0M/AIguZYiW9_E/s400/N%C3%B4mades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nômades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E feito você:&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci de ajudar;&lt;br /&gt;Ruas vazias e a gente&lt;br /&gt;Em lento ritmo se desfaz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha pro céu:&lt;br /&gt;É o fim do verão;&lt;br /&gt;E mais um grave ato&lt;br /&gt;No grego teatro de Deus;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reze por nós:&lt;br /&gt;Alguém à espreita;&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade - guerra fria&lt;br /&gt;O que acontece desta vez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai, quem volta?&lt;br /&gt;- Não são novidades -&lt;br /&gt;É só uma falta de costume;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que até nos parem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Aonde é que estamos? - agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando você quis sair&lt;br /&gt;De teus sapatos não vi barulho&lt;br /&gt;Porque meu sono era tão pesado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto que você saiba:&lt;br /&gt;Se o vento move as lisas dunas&lt;br /&gt;Um deserto fica no mesmo lugar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-6211799386971325856?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6211799386971325856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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livre-arbítrio;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é isso?&lt;br /&gt;Parece tua história:&lt;br /&gt;E de tudo que existe&lt;br /&gt;Um quê de sonho audaz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois disso?&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver - tuas vitórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:black;"&gt;Bem que te foi amigo&lt;br /&gt;Na mão que tira a mágoa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver - necessidade&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi que te soltou&lt;br /&gt;Do fio que conduz a vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corações são labirintos&lt;br /&gt;Mas garotos não percebem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrer é só até amanhã&lt;br /&gt;E viver é só por alguns dias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estivemos bem perto&lt;br /&gt;De sábia velha esperança:&lt;br /&gt;Há vencedores e há vencidos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por pouco não chegou&lt;br /&gt;E havia qualquer promessa:&lt;br /&gt;De voltar ao início da partida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-7575229343010834689?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7575229343010834689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=7575229343010834689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7575229343010834689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7575229343010834689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/09/ariadne-o-que-temer-talvez-tua-imagem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SrGrzbWoSwI/AAAAAAAAAzk/LljBqrq6BQ0/s72-c/Ariadne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-961041981496349222</id><published>2009-09-15T01:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:08:05.123-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sq8TXvZpDII/AAAAAAAAAzc/q0SEFK9uYMo/s1600-h/O+Estrangeiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381541378312965250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sq8TXvZpDII/AAAAAAAAAzc/q0SEFK9uYMo/s400/O+Estrangeiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O Estrangeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;O estado das coisas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela teve um rosto,&lt;br /&gt;Tão linda pálida cor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui até capaz,&lt;br /&gt;E o que amanheceu:&lt;br /&gt;A mim tudo igual&lt;br /&gt;A lei dos homens sãos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui até o fim,&lt;br /&gt;Acho que foi ontem:&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha um nome&lt;br /&gt;E já nem lembro mais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não me importei&lt;br /&gt;- E quem se importa -&lt;br /&gt;Não vai se comportar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas dessa vez - sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Pior então:&lt;br /&gt;É ter ninguém;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E logo você - vem cá&lt;br /&gt;Vou insistir:&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa entrar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é defeito,&lt;br /&gt;Paixões são contrastes:&lt;br /&gt;O mais fácil é abandono;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem é desastre,&lt;br /&gt;Destinos nos carregam:&lt;br /&gt;O mais difícil é renunciar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-961041981496349222?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/961041981496349222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=961041981496349222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/961041981496349222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/961041981496349222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-estrangeiro-o-que-vai-mudar-o-estado.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sq8TXvZpDII/AAAAAAAAAzc/q0SEFK9uYMo/s72-c/O+Estrangeiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-5783435448420217817</id><published>2009-09-09T14:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:07:27.368-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvtLuxuFyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/53LY_z6MQIM/s1600-h/Ela+Chora.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380654965615105826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvtLuxuFyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/53LY_z6MQIM/s400/Ela+Chora.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela Chora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tão mais terás&lt;br /&gt;Por confiança vem&lt;br /&gt;Será - penso que sei&lt;br /&gt;Mais ameno teu tentar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que não vingue&lt;br /&gt;O subitamente vão&lt;br /&gt;Veja - o circo chegou&lt;br /&gt;Há novas atrações aqui;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E da tua morada&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso retornar&lt;br /&gt;Creia - não te entendo&lt;br /&gt;Mas acreditarei em você;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quis ir além,&lt;br /&gt;Quem ficou pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Assiste a tudo e é “tudo bem”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai buscar o que é contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Se tão extensa foi tua solidão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou...Aqui estamos:&lt;br /&gt;Absoluta razão que não sentirei&lt;br /&gt;Quando a força do tempo é maior;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o dom que a alma cura:&lt;br /&gt;Amigos invisíveis que aguardam&lt;br /&gt;Pacientes como Chaplin no final;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5783435448420217817?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvtLuxuFyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/53LY_z6MQIM/s72-c/Ela+Chora.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-5341643149349393993</id><published>2009-08-28T00:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:06:49.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvso1IzTlI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Z8zfgEoJISQ/s1600-h/Nascente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380654366027107922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvso1IzTlI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Z8zfgEoJISQ/s400/Nascente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nascente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez&lt;br /&gt;E onde estamos:&lt;br /&gt;Conto ao contrário&lt;br /&gt;Dias, meses e anos a fio;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava ali&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém viu:&lt;br /&gt;Vida nobre imensa,&lt;br /&gt;A decência a nossos pés;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;E mais não posso:&lt;br /&gt;Tanto ainda somos&lt;br /&gt;Da procura nunca o mal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dos escombros&lt;br /&gt;Aflora como plantas&lt;br /&gt;A essência do ser incompleto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem te convidará&lt;br /&gt;Pra de novo ter algum futuro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão exatos e tão incautos:&lt;br /&gt;Tardios amores não são raros&lt;br /&gt;Como as falas de cinema mudo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei em mim&lt;br /&gt;A paz que procurei:&lt;br /&gt;E pra você a mesma luz&lt;br /&gt;Longe de simples certeza;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direi “é sim”&lt;br /&gt;E soe bem a palavra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ou dure ainda que seja&lt;br /&gt;Tatuada com giz de cera;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5341643149349393993?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5341643149349393993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=5341643149349393993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5341643149349393993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5341643149349393993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/08/nascente-outra-vez-e-onde-estamos-conto.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvso1IzTlI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Z8zfgEoJISQ/s72-c/Nascente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-7203088526936499627</id><published>2009-08-14T00:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:06:08.379-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvsPD0eIDI/AAAAAAAAAy8/0N8jYNCsNRM/s1600-h/%C3%80+Menina+Que+Vendia+Sonhos....jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380653923291766834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvsPD0eIDI/AAAAAAAAAy8/0N8jYNCsNRM/s400/%C3%80+Menina+Que+Vendia+Sonhos....jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;À Menina Que Vendia Sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense...Se há:&lt;br /&gt;É o amor acostumado&lt;br /&gt;- Poucos o sabem -&lt;br /&gt;Não ver horror e ilusão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa...Vem lá:&lt;br /&gt;Qual um filho pródigo&lt;br /&gt;- Algo tão entregue -&lt;br /&gt;Nos traz remos e canoa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se esconda:&lt;br /&gt;Com teu fresco pranto&lt;br /&gt;- Coisa muito séria -&lt;br /&gt;Te faço represa e lagoa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você me levaria a sério?&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que vai te segurar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo o mais falhar&lt;br /&gt;Como é que a gente vai ficar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim não há saída:&lt;br /&gt;Eu beberei a dose de tua mão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu viveria&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais que o fim do dia&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado do teu selvagem coração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-7203088526936499627?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7203088526936499627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=7203088526936499627' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4058864155459747250</id><published>2009-08-01T15:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:00:28.837-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvrY3wEqzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/x8hq__RGzPY/s1600-h/La+Dolce+Vita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380652992339159858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvrY3wEqzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/x8hq__RGzPY/s400/La+Dolce+Vita.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;La Dolce Vita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim sem fim&lt;br /&gt;O que faz você aqui&lt;br /&gt;Que já não era tido antes&lt;br /&gt;Como o que é preciso ser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou para depois&lt;br /&gt;E o depois aqui sorri&lt;br /&gt;A quem for o seu direito&lt;br /&gt;Romper as regras do viver;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão tarde da noite&lt;br /&gt;E você não pôde pular,&lt;br /&gt;Mas jogou umas moedas&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da fonte dos desejos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então deixe que te siga&lt;br /&gt;- E as horas que nos restam - &lt;br /&gt;Nos prendam e nos percam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo pouco é tal riqueza&lt;br /&gt;Por favor: não se entristeça;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se acaso eu estiver certo&lt;br /&gt;Por favor: não me engrandeça;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi você partir&lt;br /&gt;- Acho que vou consertar -&lt;br /&gt;E pintar em tela águas-vivas&lt;br /&gt;De toda esta natureza morta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se aqui estamos&lt;br /&gt;- Debaixo desta tormenta -&lt;br /&gt;Olhe relâmpagos e trovões&lt;br /&gt;Como detalhe o mais bonito;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/5941161185914356308-4058864155459747250?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4058864155459747250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=4058864155459747250' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4058864155459747250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4058864155459747250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-dolce-vita-e-assim-sem-fim-o-que-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvrY3wEqzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/x8hq__RGzPY/s72-c/La+Dolce+Vita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-7335983376623193872</id><published>2009-07-19T15:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:05:41.197-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvq4TOeTFI/AAAAAAAAAys/TARdUXp-GaA/s1600-h/Uma+Janela+Para+O+C%C3%A9u.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380652432778742866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvq4TOeTFI/AAAAAAAAAys/TARdUXp-GaA/s400/Uma+Janela+Para+O+C%C3%A9u.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma Janela Para O Céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda agora&lt;br /&gt;Não ligo pro que sou:&lt;br /&gt;Ser não forte nem inteiro;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis ficar no seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não se salvou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu até me conformei,&lt;br /&gt;E outras vozes se levantam:&lt;br /&gt;Mas elas não podem iludir&lt;br /&gt;Esta saudade que ficou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço passos pelo corredor:&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser a gata e suas crias&lt;br /&gt;Ou alguém que se perdeu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais dez mil anos passarão&lt;br /&gt;- O que é que nunca acaba? -&lt;br /&gt;Antes que de vez nos matem&lt;br /&gt;- Dentro de nós -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais não se tomou&lt;br /&gt;Mas acho que isso basta:&lt;br /&gt;Muito, pouco e quase nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada apaga leais pegadas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por que você se foi&lt;br /&gt;Sempre hei de me conter:&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais é que um querer&lt;br /&gt;O suceder os nossos sonhos;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-7335983376623193872?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7335983376623193872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=7335983376623193872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7335983376623193872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7335983376623193872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/07/uma-janela-para-o-ceu-e-ainda-agora-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvq4TOeTFI/AAAAAAAAAys/TARdUXp-GaA/s72-c/Uma+Janela+Para+O+C%C3%A9u.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-3653536528837559586</id><published>2009-07-15T00:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:04:48.586-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvpvUaT1vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/pEb-1eFFniY/s1600-h/Stephanie+Says.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380651178966374130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvpvUaT1vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/pEb-1eFFniY/s400/Stephanie+Says.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stephanie Says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me explica,&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o mistério:&lt;br /&gt;Se já não é igual&lt;br /&gt;O sangue de um irmão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu caminhei,&lt;br /&gt;Dobrei as esquinas:&lt;br /&gt;Ali eu me sentei&lt;br /&gt;No meio-fio frio dos dias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem absurdos,&lt;br /&gt;E não é coincidência:&lt;br /&gt;Por ti eu até pisaria&lt;br /&gt;No lado mais escuro da lua;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo pra você&lt;br /&gt;O mais alto que puder&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sussurrar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei! Tão gentis pessoas&lt;br /&gt;De pesados casacos ao sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não vão me escutar&lt;br /&gt;Não me dirão o que fazer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não vão me conhecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não me dirão o que chorar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem me explicar&lt;br /&gt;Por que uma vida boa&lt;br /&gt;É tão severo crime&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem vende a sua alma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver você vir à tona&lt;br /&gt;Que a um aceno teu&lt;br /&gt;Não me atento aos semáforos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/5941161185914356308-3653536528837559586?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3653536528837559586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=3653536528837559586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3653536528837559586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3653536528837559586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/07/stephanie-says-me-explica-qual-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvpvUaT1vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/pEb-1eFFniY/s72-c/Stephanie+Says.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-7781004151467046910</id><published>2009-07-11T14:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:04:10.916-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvpfc6RAGI/AAAAAAAAAyc/2EZrSHdHR0w/s1600-h/Irm%C3%A3o+Sol...Irm%C3%A3+Lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380650906369982562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvpfc6RAGI/AAAAAAAAAyc/2EZrSHdHR0w/s400/Irm%C3%A3o+Sol...Irm%C3%A3+Lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irmão Sol...Irmã Lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então&lt;br /&gt;Passou tão rápido?&lt;br /&gt;Um rito de passagem&lt;br /&gt;Pôs a vida em construção;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora&lt;br /&gt;O novo surpreende?&lt;br /&gt;Um lastro de coragem&lt;br /&gt;Fez da vida cumplicidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a escolha:&lt;br /&gt;A missão cumprida&lt;br /&gt;De quem veste o certo&lt;br /&gt;E abre mão de si mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é adeus:&lt;br /&gt;E o que até espanta&lt;br /&gt;Talvez só faça sentido&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem dê a outra face;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E bem assim:&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ela sempre estará&lt;br /&gt;Pronta pra por ti comemorar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pode crer:&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ele sempre amará&lt;br /&gt;O que de você o amor causou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é que vá desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;O tanto de bom grado feito,&lt;br /&gt;O elo liberto desta corrente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já que está acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;Seja sacra esta simples verdade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-7781004151467046910?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7781004151467046910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=7781004151467046910' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7781004151467046910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7781004151467046910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/07/irmao-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvpfc6RAGI/AAAAAAAAAyc/2EZrSHdHR0w/s72-c/Irm%C3%A3o+Sol...Irm%C3%A3+Lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-6668671403606199786</id><published>2009-07-03T00:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:03:37.367-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvpLjT7ZfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NbTxn40wSRQ/s1600-h/Dan%C3%A7a+Das+Esta%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380650564490847730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvpLjT7ZfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NbTxn40wSRQ/s400/Dan%C3%A7a+Das+Esta%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dança Das Estações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por estes rostos&lt;br /&gt;A mesma busca e a dor:&lt;br /&gt;Jeito de quem se atreve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ter de si o que lhe faz bem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De outro verso&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo há tanto dito:&lt;br /&gt;Más ilusões vêm rondar&lt;br /&gt;Pedras que não criam limo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um quase raro afago:&lt;br /&gt;Contos que não contam&lt;br /&gt;Em que ano nós já estamos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconsciente é esse voltar&lt;br /&gt;Às pessoas...À beira do cais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando vir que vai surgir&lt;br /&gt;- Esteja pronta -&lt;br /&gt;Seja a gota suspensa a cair;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil é aceitar&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes a gente acusa:&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo passa e agora sei&lt;br /&gt;Que esta é a hora do recreio;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se não atordoar&lt;br /&gt;É cuidar que se convide&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Uma brincadeira de roda&lt;br /&gt;No pátio molhado de orvalho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-6668671403606199786?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6668671403606199786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=6668671403606199786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/6668671403606199786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/6668671403606199786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/07/danca-das-estacoes-por-estes-rostos.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvpLjT7ZfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NbTxn40wSRQ/s72-c/Dan%C3%A7a+Das+Esta%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-1916678900376089334</id><published>2009-06-28T18:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:02:08.456-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvoEYWJkcI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3ZVItLnBNLc/s1600-h/A+Estrada+Para+O+Fim+Do+Caminho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380649341776662978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvoEYWJkcI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3ZVItLnBNLc/s400/A+Estrada+Para+O+Fim+Do+Caminho.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Estrada Para O Fim Do Caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é que há?&lt;br /&gt;Não espere que eu lute &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- E a quem nos força -&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que pode duvidar&lt;br /&gt;Cada qual com seu espinho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não suspeite se eu calar&lt;br /&gt;- Até pra quem me ouça -&lt;br /&gt;É que pra ir mais em frente&lt;br /&gt;Deixei muitas coisas para trás;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de sobriedade me cobri:&lt;br /&gt;Mas no jardim daquela casa&lt;br /&gt;As flores murchas eu arranquei;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois, eu até já esqueci&lt;br /&gt;- Há novos sonhos sob a grama -&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se ninguém está aqui;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu te digo:&lt;br /&gt;De novo eu gosto do que vejo;&lt;br /&gt;E eu te digo:&lt;br /&gt;De novo eu gosto do que sinto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até qualquer dia?&lt;br /&gt;Não é fosco o teu pensar&lt;br /&gt;- À parte o que de bom -&lt;br /&gt;No cheiro do tempo findo&lt;br /&gt;Da mocidade que fomos nós;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um hotel lotado&lt;br /&gt;- Há até quem se esforce –&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto outros só espreitam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem quem parta porque é hora;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5941161185914356308-1916678900376089334?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1916678900376089334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=1916678900376089334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1916678900376089334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/1916678900376089334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/06/estrada-para-o-fim-do-caminho-o-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvoEYWJkcI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3ZVItLnBNLc/s72-c/A+Estrada+Para+O+Fim+Do+Caminho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-404326150644421167</id><published>2009-06-23T00:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:01:38.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvnKYBHc2I/AAAAAAAAAyE/1-zMqJ8z7uI/s1600-h/Sib%C3%A9ria.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380648345256031074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvnKYBHc2I/AAAAAAAAAyE/1-zMqJ8z7uI/s400/Sib%C3%A9ria.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sibéria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era só mesmo bem-estar,&lt;br /&gt;E não era pra te convencer:&lt;br /&gt;Tantas coisas já não me têm&lt;br /&gt;Que sozinho estaria em paz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já eu sei do que se trata&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sentir a tua presença:&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que em vão tocá-la&lt;br /&gt;Cai o vazio que ela me traz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive que querer o além,&lt;br /&gt;Seguir o que seria desfeito:&lt;br /&gt;E acho que consegui voltar&lt;br /&gt;Ao que eu era antes de você;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje quem te quer é imune&lt;br /&gt;Ao medo de quem te estranha&lt;br /&gt;E não vê por que é que você vem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorme, dorme, dorme pra sonhar:&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é sempre igual em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Só pra quem não sabe o não mentir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todo lugar tudo é sempre igual&lt;br /&gt;A quem só vive dentro de si mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já não nos pode atingir&lt;br /&gt;O frio que lá fora congela:&lt;br /&gt;E então que bela a paisagem&lt;br /&gt;Ao que outros deem as costas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui o tempo é sem valor&lt;br /&gt;E do fim um outro começo:&lt;br /&gt;Corações renascem todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Pelos quatro cantos da Terra;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-404326150644421167?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/404326150644421167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=404326150644421167' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/404326150644421167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/404326150644421167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/06/siberia-era-so-mesmo-bem-estar-e-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvnKYBHc2I/AAAAAAAAAyE/1-zMqJ8z7uI/s72-c/Sib%C3%A9ria.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-7619184887476704074</id><published>2009-05-27T00:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:00:56.144-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvmEnn5UfI/AAAAAAAAAx8/XB35BgYtxus/s1600-h/Rosa+Dos+Ventos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380647146854371826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvmEnn5UfI/AAAAAAAAAx8/XB35BgYtxus/s400/Rosa+Dos+Ventos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Rosa Dos Ventos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca estamos preparados:&lt;br /&gt;Quem chega diz “muito prazer”&lt;br /&gt;E o que nos rende só nos rouba&lt;br /&gt;De quem um dia nos trouxe aqui;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alegria é descuidada:&lt;br /&gt;De quem resolve o “vou partir”&lt;br /&gt;Se espera uma história a contar&lt;br /&gt;E que não acabe ainda que mude;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E muitos sentem a densa falta:&lt;br /&gt;Ela sorri tão alta sobre os saltos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não anda mais a pé nas ruas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vai indo tua nova profissão,&lt;br /&gt;Quem são os convidados pro jantar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vem depois do último andar,&lt;br /&gt;E o que aconteceria se você pulasse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No céu de Ícaro tem brancas nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá embaixo as ondas ainda lutam,&lt;br /&gt;Entregam-se à vida contra os rochedos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter sobrevivido às promessas&lt;br /&gt;É já não temer a própria morte:&lt;br /&gt;É como caminhar sobre as águas&lt;br /&gt;Onde ninguém se arriscaria afogar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que nem todos enxergarão&lt;br /&gt;Se daquele amar ficou o amor:&lt;br /&gt;Isso é que nos faz a peça ausente&lt;br /&gt;De um quebra-cabeça remontado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-7619184887476704074?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7619184887476704074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=7619184887476704074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7619184887476704074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7619184887476704074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/rosa-dos-ventos-nunca-estamos.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvmEnn5UfI/AAAAAAAAAx8/XB35BgYtxus/s72-c/Rosa+Dos+Ventos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-7812030450070949827</id><published>2009-05-14T00:17:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:00:28.135-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvk5XmNV0I/AAAAAAAAAx0/TcIArC2bMco/s1600-h/La+Folie+(Val%C3%A9rye).jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380645854062139202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvk5XmNV0I/AAAAAAAAAx0/TcIArC2bMco/s400/La+Folie+(Val%C3%A9rye).jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;color:white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;La Folie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Valérye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando foi que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;Somos os amantes de outrora&lt;br /&gt;Hoje adultos criados do tempo:&lt;br /&gt;E parece que tudo fica mais calmo&lt;br /&gt;Tendo o ego preso entre os dentes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentar juntar as pontas soltas&lt;br /&gt;Depois que aqui acabou a festa,&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que a nós julgam impossíveis:&lt;br /&gt;Uma vela a queimar com o vendaval;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria só mais um “deixa pra lá”&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei bem como você se sente,&lt;br /&gt;E no rádio a canção meio esquecida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria um último “é pra sempre”&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não entende quem eu sou:&lt;br /&gt;Um Dom Quixote que se vê cansado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diga por favor - estávamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Como pôde ser bastante o ser preciso&lt;br /&gt;Apenas naquele instante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pra chamar nossa atenção&lt;br /&gt;Se a terra treme aos nossos pés,&lt;br /&gt;Algo tinha que ser dito e ser feito:&lt;br /&gt;Pense no que de cada um a ti ficou&lt;br /&gt;Como a moda que não tem estação;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se ainda assim há um vazio&lt;br /&gt;Que a nosso lado cavalga devagar,&lt;br /&gt;Não nos trave uma nova expressão&lt;br /&gt;Apontando na cara de nossos filhos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-7812030450070949827?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7812030450070949827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=7812030450070949827' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7812030450070949827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7812030450070949827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-folie-guinnevere-quando-foi-que.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvk5XmNV0I/AAAAAAAAAx0/TcIArC2bMco/s72-c/La+Folie+(Val%C3%A9rye).jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-5229011098890619222</id><published>2009-05-09T19:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:59:34.766-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvkYfy55hI/AAAAAAAAAxs/YKmhOx-5mZo/s1600-h/Valsa+De+Istambul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380645289327191570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvkYfy55hI/AAAAAAAAAxs/YKmhOx-5mZo/s400/Valsa+De+Istambul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valsa De Istambul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre quase o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Estes arroubos de gente jovem:&lt;br /&gt;Risos, abraços, em qualquer parte,&lt;br /&gt;E leves almas dançam enfeitiçadas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andamos de braços dados&lt;br /&gt;Pra um espaço desconhecido:&lt;br /&gt;Estrangeiros, e que ninguém nota,&lt;br /&gt;Em um mundo de presas e pressa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo vai ficando cinza&lt;br /&gt;E na rua o choque nas pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém precisa nos tocar&lt;br /&gt;Apenas pra que nos sintamos vivos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é tão assustador,&lt;br /&gt;Mas é solidão de quem se obriga&lt;br /&gt;A varrer do corpo o pó dos séculos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me de volta e leve-me agora&lt;br /&gt;- Leve-me embora -&lt;br /&gt;Pra nossa velha Terra-Do-Nunca;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi de lá que escapou este homem&lt;br /&gt;- Veio de lá -&lt;br /&gt;O pobre homem e a criança em si;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fomos feitos pra durar&lt;br /&gt;Além do que poderíamos supor,&lt;br /&gt;E nos ferimos à estranha necessidade&lt;br /&gt;De se perder nas fronteiras do coração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então era mesmo pra valer&lt;br /&gt;Quando sujamos as nossas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;E se de nós não ecoar o que se falou&lt;br /&gt;Estes retratos mudos têm mil palavras;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5229011098890619222?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5229011098890619222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=5229011098890619222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5229011098890619222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5229011098890619222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/valsa-de-istambul-e-sempre-mais-do.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvkYfy55hI/AAAAAAAAAxs/YKmhOx-5mZo/s72-c/Valsa+De+Istambul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8596969541458765359</id><published>2009-04-21T20:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:58:59.904-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvkAAIW0-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/2o4kbukg-jE/s1600-h/Balada+Para+Dois+Sobreviventes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380644868510372834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvkAAIW0-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/2o4kbukg-jE/s400/Balada+Para+Dois+Sobreviventes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Balada Para Dois Sobreviventes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No princípio era bom-dia&lt;br /&gt;Mas já tudo ficou fora do lugar:&lt;br /&gt;Sinais de fumaça da tua depressão,&lt;br /&gt;Na tua casa vi portas de saídas falsas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Viemos de lugar nenhum&lt;br /&gt;E tua nave bateu nesse planeta:&lt;br /&gt;Quis detalhes da minha confusão,&lt;br /&gt;Me viu na praia de uma ilha deserta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os dias os dias engoliam&lt;br /&gt;Tecendo as teias dos segredos:&lt;br /&gt;Não mais estranhos sob um risco,&lt;br /&gt;Viajantes e suas vontades e bondade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando a poeira baixar&lt;br /&gt;Seremos fortes por estarmos certos:&lt;br /&gt;Éramos você e eu e nos saímos bem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu posso te ajudar?&lt;br /&gt;Se quem passa bebe de nossa fonte&lt;br /&gt;E traz o gesto, a palavra e o carinho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri na ponta dos meus dedos:&lt;br /&gt;Há tanta vida em teus cabelos soltos&lt;br /&gt;Que usei de minhas asas pra você voar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não haveria mal nenhum&lt;br /&gt;Mas ter pressa é um surto fatal:&lt;br /&gt;Fiz meu pouso bem na tua varanda&lt;br /&gt;E ali tivemos umas conversas amigas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois daquele boa-noite&lt;br /&gt;Tivemos o sono mais tranqüilo:&lt;br /&gt;Fugir ao que dita nosso estandarte&lt;br /&gt;Seria mais um indecente improviso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8596969541458765359?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8596969541458765359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8596969541458765359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8596969541458765359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8596969541458765359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/balada-para-dois-sobreviventes-no.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvkAAIW0-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/2o4kbukg-jE/s72-c/Balada+Para+Dois+Sobreviventes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-523031554986156651</id><published>2009-04-17T00:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:58:12.153-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvi0uUSbMI/AAAAAAAAAxc/CY1O1oXrWTY/s1600-h/Gentileza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643575238388930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvi0uUSbMI/AAAAAAAAAxc/CY1O1oXrWTY/s400/Gentileza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gentileza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o telefone mal tocou,&lt;br /&gt;Quase que pedindo desculpas;&lt;br /&gt;A voz muda me colocou morto:&lt;br /&gt;A um outro vai agora o que era meu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você, sem pedir licença,&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe a mim os teus dilemas;&lt;br /&gt;Avistei o mundo por teus olhos:&lt;br /&gt;Mas não pude te provar o contrário;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje quer falar comigo,&lt;br /&gt;O que sei desta conspiração?&lt;br /&gt;É um movimento nada perfeito:&lt;br /&gt;Jurar viver todas as vidas em uma só;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem jeito, é humano desejo&lt;br /&gt;O ter alguns momentos mais intensos:&lt;br /&gt;E num repente o nosso tempo já se foi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi só um contratempo,&lt;br /&gt;Acho até que prometemos não sofrer:&lt;br /&gt;Mas como é que poderíamos adivinhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A razão sempre nos traz&lt;br /&gt;O benefício de nossa dúvida,&lt;br /&gt;Mas era nossa avidez e ali ficou:&lt;br /&gt;Nomes e datas proscritos nas areias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então o futuro já chegou&lt;br /&gt;E ainda estamos por reparar;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que assim ninguém nos vê:&lt;br /&gt;Como ruas escuras em um dia claro;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-523031554986156651?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/523031554986156651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=523031554986156651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/523031554986156651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/523031554986156651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/gentileza-e-o-telefone-mal-tocou-quase.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvi0uUSbMI/AAAAAAAAAxc/CY1O1oXrWTY/s72-c/Gentileza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8057785165979342097</id><published>2009-04-15T00:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:57:40.901-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvif8OYkFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aZEbmWKSruE/s1600-h/Por+Sobre+Os+Telhados+Do+Mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643218194468946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvif8OYkFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aZEbmWKSruE/s400/Por+Sobre+Os+Telhados+Do+Mundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por Sobre Os Telhados Do Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo muda,&lt;br /&gt;Faça disso o que souber:&lt;br /&gt;Quem mais cedo sai de cena&lt;br /&gt;Já cedeu o tanto que lhe valia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está viva,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda resta algo para ti:&lt;br /&gt;A quem merece que se cuide&lt;br /&gt;O ter outras violetas na janela;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então está feito,&lt;br /&gt;Sem enganos, era pra ser:&lt;br /&gt;E bem ali no mapa dos acasos&lt;br /&gt;O caminho que leva para casa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a toda hora&lt;br /&gt;Você vai mesmo lembrar:&lt;br /&gt;Que tomou parte na ciranda&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado dos anões deste jardim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sempre vai ficar:&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas a que o dinheiro vale nada,&lt;br /&gt;Se o coração bate não como se sente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe...Tão perto - foi melhor assim&lt;br /&gt;Feito gente...Feito bicho - é mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver - uma vez mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo se resume&lt;br /&gt;Em pra frente é que se anda:&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém acha que está errado&lt;br /&gt;Querer buscar o tempo desperdiçado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só nos interesse&lt;br /&gt;No portão de entrada o aviso:&lt;br /&gt;Longe de qualquer crença, religião,&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem entra, deixai toda esperança;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8057785165979342097?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8057785165979342097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8057785165979342097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8057785165979342097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8057785165979342097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/por-sobre-os-telhados-do-mundo-se-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvif8OYkFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/aZEbmWKSruE/s72-c/Por+Sobre+Os+Telhados+Do+Mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-695017512024873026</id><published>2009-04-09T15:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:54:14.705-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqviELrbO0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/ZTKAGY8yVng/s1600-h/Helenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380642741306473282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqviELrbO0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/ZTKAGY8yVng/s400/Helenna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Helenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tão estranha e linda,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter medo e sem ter fome,&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi e eu não vi os rastros,&lt;br /&gt;Como caravanas cortando desertos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E junto a ti a confiança&lt;br /&gt;Daquele a quem você deu vida,&lt;br /&gt;Faz da solidão quase um desabafo,&lt;br /&gt;Tal como um veleiro em mar aberto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis estar tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Do que dizer sem parecer insano:&lt;br /&gt;Imaginei que o sol pudesse congelar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis ficar mais lento&lt;br /&gt;E ao lembrar não parecer injusto:&lt;br /&gt;Se chegaste ao céu, tua lua é mansa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vença a falta o infinito amor:&lt;br /&gt;Que venha sem culpas o teu amar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que você possa ver um lindo dia&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que encontrar um dia ruim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim que eu aprender,&lt;br /&gt;De frente pra qualquer inimigo,&lt;br /&gt;Vou só escutar o canto das ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Como cata-ventos zombando o vento;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu trem já quer partir,&lt;br /&gt;Levar consigo o poder acreditar:&lt;br /&gt;Somos passageiros que vêm e vão&lt;br /&gt;Tal como um nevoeiro sobre a cidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-695017512024873026?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/695017512024873026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=695017512024873026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/695017512024873026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/695017512024873026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/helenna-e-tao-estranha-e-linda-sem-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqviELrbO0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/ZTKAGY8yVng/s72-c/Helenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-2280507952015284643</id><published>2009-02-21T18:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:51:51.600-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvhvE6JvOI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YCtoGBPC3WQ/s1600-h/O+Lobo+Da+Estepe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380642378711940322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvhvE6JvOI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YCtoGBPC3WQ/s400/O+Lobo+Da+Estepe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O Lobo Da Estepe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou abrir o jornal&lt;br /&gt;E ler histórias que se repetem:&lt;br /&gt;E do trabalho todo dia&lt;br /&gt;O que sei por vezes até me distrai;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol bate à janela&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vista é sempre a mesma:&lt;br /&gt;A distância das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Que vão daqui pra todos os lugares;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na minha aldeia&lt;br /&gt;Quer ficar o que de ti transforma:&lt;br /&gt;É tão pouco o que abala&lt;br /&gt;Estes rostos há tempos muito sérios;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra te ter por perto&lt;br /&gt;Trairei a luta e a embriaguez da alma&lt;br /&gt;Que de tanto amor a dor consigo traz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se passa com você?&lt;br /&gt;Você não tem idéia de quem é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo jovem que caiu na Terra:&lt;br /&gt;Estrela cadente com seu brilho raro,&lt;br /&gt;Um risco no céu que ninguém reparou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que você faz&lt;br /&gt;Ganha a força de notícia urgente:&lt;br /&gt;É conversa pra jogar fora&lt;br /&gt;Na misteriosa arte de ser rei e plebeu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!...que bom seria&lt;br /&gt;O ir embora uma mera distração:&lt;br /&gt;Invente só uma verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Me prenda ao chão em que você pisa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-2280507952015284643?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2280507952015284643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=2280507952015284643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2280507952015284643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2280507952015284643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-lobo-da-estepe-vou-abrir-o-jornal-e.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvhvE6JvOI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YCtoGBPC3WQ/s72-c/O+Lobo+Da+Estepe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4554174968353735131</id><published>2009-02-19T14:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:50:32.289-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvgleTEGpI/AAAAAAAAAw8/YD-8DrTCgHQ/s1600-h/E+Nossos+Dias+Ser%C3%A3o+Para+Sempre.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380641114216995474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvgleTEGpI/AAAAAAAAAw8/YD-8DrTCgHQ/s400/E+Nossos+Dias+Ser%C3%A3o+Para+Sempre.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;E Nossos Dias Serão Para Sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você tem que andar&lt;br /&gt;Tão depressa quanto quer parar:&lt;br /&gt;À meia-noite meia-volta,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando por quem te alcançará;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem viu fala de paz&lt;br /&gt;Além das pedras, flores, espinhos:&lt;br /&gt;Que na barca de Caronte&lt;br /&gt;Navegará quem já nasce derrotado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São os ventos de Maio&lt;br /&gt;Que vão cortando nossa estrada:&lt;br /&gt;Há curas é há milagres,&lt;br /&gt;E há refúgio na Cidade das Luzes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por amar demais&lt;br /&gt;A gente se move perigosamente:&lt;br /&gt;Apenas pelo instinto de sobreviver;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me confie só à sorte,&lt;br /&gt;Queríamos muito, não sabíamos nada:&lt;br /&gt;Mil ensaios por uma breve vida inteira;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre lembrarei&lt;br /&gt;Do teu grito forte que não calará:&lt;br /&gt;Perdão, é minha chance,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que seja faca de dois gumes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E será feito nós a canção,&lt;br /&gt;Toda aquela que entregue versos:&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje me sinto assim,&lt;br /&gt;Um outro fim de tarde entediado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-4554174968353735131?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4554174968353735131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=4554174968353735131' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4554174968353735131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4554174968353735131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-nossos-dias-serao-para-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvgleTEGpI/AAAAAAAAAw8/YD-8DrTCgHQ/s72-c/E+Nossos+Dias+Ser%C3%A3o+Para+Sempre.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-2481300563255011203</id><published>2009-02-14T01:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:49:53.250-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvfYyPIXRI/AAAAAAAAAw0/EFGfyMWBaXE/s1600-h/Avec+Tristesse.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380639796719279378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvfYyPIXRI/AAAAAAAAAw0/EFGfyMWBaXE/s400/Avec+Tristesse.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Avec Tristesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoiteceu,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi de novo acontecer:&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estamos,&lt;br /&gt;Mais nada além deste minuto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É...Eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Que fingimos ficar bem:&lt;br /&gt;Quer duvidar,&lt;br /&gt;O coração bem intencionado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então é isso,&lt;br /&gt;Só nos vale o não perder:&lt;br /&gt;Vai se desfazer,&lt;br /&gt;E que a gente não se arrependa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se tem que ir,&lt;br /&gt;Nos fique tudo que há de bom:&lt;br /&gt;Deixa partir – não antes de mim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais falta acontecer?&lt;br /&gt;E quem é por nossas vidas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem são os pares dessa dança?&lt;br /&gt;Atraso os passos por causa do horário;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão belo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não toque em nada:&lt;br /&gt;Face ao medo,&lt;br /&gt;Fomos loucos e somos santos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanheceu,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe estar este silêncio:&lt;br /&gt;Chove lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;A nossa tempestade preferida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-2481300563255011203?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2481300563255011203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=2481300563255011203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2481300563255011203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/2481300563255011203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/02/avec-tristesse-anoiteceu-eu-vi-de-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvfYyPIXRI/AAAAAAAAAw0/EFGfyMWBaXE/s72-c/Avec+Tristesse.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8353802564584640967</id><published>2009-01-15T00:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:48:06.841-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqve5hQlUlI/AAAAAAAAAws/JHqMwNkmPiQ/s1600-h/O+Caminho+De+Swan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380639259586024018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqve5hQlUlI/AAAAAAAAAws/JHqMwNkmPiQ/s400/O+Caminho+De+Swan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;O Caminho De Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi que disse “é o fim”?&lt;br /&gt;Não...Não seria tão fácil assim:&lt;br /&gt;Todos buscam seu lugar ao sol,&lt;br /&gt;E do que virá o que terá melhor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de tudo o que se encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda cega o que ficou lá atrás:&lt;br /&gt;É crime e castigo o que somos,&lt;br /&gt;Ao se perder pelo o que fascina;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que é que eu faço agora?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que você viu o paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele estava no lugar errado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vigiei todos os seus passos,&lt;br /&gt;Como quem passa muito perto&lt;br /&gt;...Mas nunca é notado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra onde é que vão os sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;Ergue os olhos, Hannah...&lt;br /&gt;Ergue os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que soa sempre estranho&lt;br /&gt;O ter e não ser aquilo que existe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você era a garota sob a chuva&lt;br /&gt;E naquele dia eu fiquei tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;- E eu fui mais do que eu mesmo -&lt;br /&gt;Eu sorri assim quase sem saber;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E desse jeito o estarmos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez algo mais do que isso&lt;br /&gt;- Tempos idos vindo atrás de nós -&lt;br /&gt;Nossas faltas e pecados a cobrar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8353802564584640967?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8353802564584640967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8353802564584640967' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8353802564584640967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8353802564584640967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-caminho-de-swan-quem-foi-que-disse-o.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqve5hQlUlI/AAAAAAAAAws/JHqMwNkmPiQ/s72-c/O+Caminho+De+Swan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8346556257302281274</id><published>2009-01-03T09:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:47:32.968-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvd6qjMdlI/AAAAAAAAAwk/jcDnP2SP5lA/s1600-h/Outro+Inverno...A+Mesma+Esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380638179748247122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvd6qjMdlI/AAAAAAAAAwk/jcDnP2SP5lA/s400/Outro+Inverno...A+Mesma+Esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Outro Inverno...A Mesma Estação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Olha, lá vem de novo:&lt;br /&gt;Garrafas vazias no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Sinais de vida que se alastra,&lt;br /&gt;Como se fora a primeira vez;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despisto a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Pra que você possa ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Não me peça mais - não há&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez saio de mim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vai nos ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Cruzar espessa noite fria,&lt;br /&gt;Quem dirá do que é poesia&lt;br /&gt;Minha história contando a tua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E deles, eu sei quem são:&lt;br /&gt;Mas de ninguém nada virá,&lt;br /&gt;Se você mudou a regra do jogo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você quer amores, olhares,&lt;br /&gt;Perfeitos...Perdidos...&lt;br /&gt;Seus pensamentos não encontram;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu tenho meus defeitos vastos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem é que pode parar agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada pra negar:&lt;br /&gt;Remendos para o coração,&lt;br /&gt;Aquarelas com as nossas faces,&lt;br /&gt;Vamos cuidar do que foi nosso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu andei bem sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Só pra você tentar se achar,&lt;br /&gt;E desenhei pistas nas paredes&lt;br /&gt;No final de um beco sem saída;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8346556257302281274?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8346556257302281274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8346556257302281274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8346556257302281274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8346556257302281274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2009/01/outro-inverno.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvd6qjMdlI/AAAAAAAAAwk/jcDnP2SP5lA/s72-c/Outro+Inverno...A+Mesma+Esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-3903714866149131636</id><published>2008-12-16T16:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:46:42.666-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvdj-ivvzI/AAAAAAAAAwc/lxTnkmoxvmc/s1600-h/A+Guerra+Dos+Mundos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380637789978083122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvdj-ivvzI/AAAAAAAAAwc/lxTnkmoxvmc/s400/A+Guerra+Dos+Mundos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:black;"&gt;A Guerra Dos Mundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentado em frente a TV,&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos um livro lido ao meio,&lt;br /&gt;Coisas boas ficam fora de ordem,&lt;br /&gt;Parece que ninguém pode escapar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do nascer até morrer&lt;br /&gt;Esta vida nos seduz e nos induz:&lt;br /&gt;É um adeus casa, adeus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Depois, outra vida nos compara;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E onde estaríamos nós&lt;br /&gt;Mais perto um do outro se não&lt;br /&gt;Lá onde deveríamos ter ficado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis esticar os braços&lt;br /&gt;Só pra tornar amores possíveis&lt;br /&gt;Um atalho dentro do teu coração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas já não tem mais importância,&lt;br /&gt;A meu modo...Está tudo certo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se trata de apagar o passado&lt;br /&gt;- Eu espero realizar suas vontades -&lt;br /&gt;Pois ainda sou o mesmo sem você;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que todo dia traga então&lt;br /&gt;Na garoa fina, doce melancolia:&lt;br /&gt;Luzes ao que é uma nau errante&lt;br /&gt;E a escuridão finita na claridade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nos finos grãos de areia&lt;br /&gt;Que o relógio ainda não moveu,&lt;br /&gt;O quê a quem bem você quiser,&lt;br /&gt;Se o queres, que só vejas alegria;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-3903714866149131636?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3903714866149131636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=3903714866149131636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3903714866149131636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3903714866149131636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2008/12/guerra-dos-mundos-sentado-em-frente-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqvdj-ivvzI/AAAAAAAAAwc/lxTnkmoxvmc/s72-c/A+Guerra+Dos+Mundos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-7241537007342341153</id><published>2008-12-02T15:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:46:12.234-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvdFOvUQPI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Eb_DwFj5srk/s1600-h/Monnalise.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380637261749829874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvdFOvUQPI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Eb_DwFj5srk/s400/Monnalise.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monnalise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Destes dias e seus acasos&lt;br /&gt;De nós tão pouco restará:&lt;br /&gt;Como é que vamos explicar&lt;br /&gt;Quem éramos aos que virão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas entre tantos pesares&lt;br /&gt;Alguma alegria nos iguala:&lt;br /&gt;Disfarça a falta que nos faz&lt;br /&gt;O que já nos pôde acontecer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de quem olha pra você,&lt;br /&gt;Do que você queria ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Talvez agora possa lhe falar,&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja mesmo o teu reflexo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que vamos conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Sem passar a vida a limpo,&lt;br /&gt;Sem tentar só uma vez mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o gosto da esperança&lt;br /&gt;Nessa beleza cada vez mais rara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o segredo escondido?&lt;br /&gt;E esse sorriso em minha direção?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então espera, não resista:&lt;br /&gt;Aceito teu desejo manifesto&lt;br /&gt;Traz com ele as tuas verdades,&lt;br /&gt;E tão nova a cor da tolerância;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o futuro que nos venha&lt;br /&gt;Ao coração então empenhe&lt;br /&gt;Um velho costume de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Justo com o pouco que se têm;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-7241537007342341153?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7241537007342341153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=7241537007342341153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7241537007342341153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/7241537007342341153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2008/12/monnalise-destes-dias-e-seus-acasos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqvdFOvUQPI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Eb_DwFj5srk/s72-c/Monnalise.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-4681781325150793635</id><published>2008-11-22T14:59:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:45:30.773-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em Verdade Vos Digo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqsi_vuNufI/AAAAAAAAAwM/P0-LK2evVMs/s1600-h/Todas+As+Manh%C3%A3s+Do+Mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380432658361596402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqsi_vuNufI/AAAAAAAAAwM/P0-LK2evVMs/s400/Todas+As+Manh%C3%A3s+Do+Mundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todas As Manhãs Do Mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se você dormisse,&lt;br /&gt;E se teu sono revelasse:&lt;br /&gt;O cansaço de teus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;Quem chega indo embora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que você sentisse&lt;br /&gt;Tanta falta e acordasse:&lt;br /&gt;E fosse como outras vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Que fica difícil de respirar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo nos levar&lt;br /&gt;Além-mar em novos sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando tudo aportar&lt;br /&gt;Na ilha de um amor-perfeito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você sempre a pedir&lt;br /&gt;Quase o mesmo até o fim,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não consegue ver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perder a vida num segundo&lt;br /&gt;É o alto preço pra quem ama;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a verdade que se entrega&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos de quem se devora;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acenda todas as luzes,&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada errado aqui:&lt;br /&gt;De tão fácil é complicado&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente nunca aprende;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não podemos parar&lt;br /&gt;E nada vale uma traição:&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes não se pode evitar&lt;br /&gt;Um certo ar de quem desiste;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-4681781325150793635?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4681781325150793635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=4681781325150793635' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4681781325150793635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/4681781325150793635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2008/11/todas-as-manhs-do-mundo-e-se-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqsi_vuNufI/AAAAAAAAAwM/P0-LK2evVMs/s72-c/Todas+As+Manh%C3%A3s+Do+Mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-3936063956142956850</id><published>2008-11-09T12:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:44:51.275-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqsip1FrkeI/AAAAAAAAAwE/l7HY7moIzEg/s1600-h/Elegia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380432281845076450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqsip1FrkeI/AAAAAAAAAwE/l7HY7moIzEg/s400/Elegia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Elegia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Acho que era o não saber:&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis ser senhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;E me perdi em idéias e ideais,&lt;br /&gt;Ou por qualquer meia ilusão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se não era por merecer,&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentarei me acostumar:&lt;br /&gt;Pois se o acaso nos assombra,&lt;br /&gt;O que é que poderia ser pior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De meus amigos e amores&lt;br /&gt;Me sobrou a lei mais forte:&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não anda para trás&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo o mais mudou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aquele garoto do retrato&lt;br /&gt;Agora tem uma outra chance:&lt;br /&gt;É uma nova vida já tão velha;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é feito de você?&lt;br /&gt;Do que é que você foi feita?&lt;br /&gt;O que fez com o que de ti fizeram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não esperava me importar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não aprendi como se esquece:&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai ser assim - pra sempre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ainda é um querer:&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis ver e reter você aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto cansado de mentir&lt;br /&gt;Pra que me achem sempre bem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Mas então venha o que vier,&lt;br /&gt;Há tantos vazios a preencher;&lt;br /&gt;Boas e más pessoas no caminho:&lt;br /&gt;Poucos sabem do que nos falam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-3936063956142956850?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3936063956142956850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=3936063956142956850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3936063956142956850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/3936063956142956850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2008/11/elegia-acho-que-era-o-no-saber-eu-quis.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqsip1FrkeI/AAAAAAAAAwE/l7HY7moIzEg/s72-c/Elegia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8157687446932870482</id><published>2008-10-17T01:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:44:04.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqsho4DmcOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/7F23TLzPn4c/s1600-h/Beatriz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380431165950161122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqsho4DmcOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/7F23TLzPn4c/s400/Beatriz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não há nada ao redor&lt;br /&gt;É que algo já não vai bem:&lt;br /&gt;Veja o que de mim sobrou,&lt;br /&gt;O que sou em tua memória:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um homem comum&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo um dia incomum,&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo lento na multidão&lt;br /&gt;Que não vê flores no asfalto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E através da rua principal&lt;br /&gt;Eu leio os anúncios de neon:&lt;br /&gt;Em nenhum o que buscava,&lt;br /&gt;Como um Dante no inferno;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é teu guia?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre adiante - o que te leva?&lt;br /&gt;Os que despertam são amores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vêm e vão e nos socorrem,&lt;br /&gt;Que vêm e vão e nos condenam;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui no meu esconderijo&lt;br /&gt;Da porta a chave se perdeu,&lt;br /&gt;E ela lá fora ainda em espera&lt;br /&gt;Como quem diz - queria viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei...Estou meio atrasado,&lt;br /&gt;Aperto os passos no escuro:&lt;br /&gt;Aceso o fogo-fátuo da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Do que sinto não verei objeção; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8157687446932870482?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8157687446932870482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8157687446932870482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8157687446932870482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8157687446932870482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2008/10/beatriz-se-no-h-nada-ao-redor-que-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/Sqsho4DmcOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/7F23TLzPn4c/s72-c/Beatriz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-8388170969760014400</id><published>2008-10-16T01:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:43:32.676-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqshMtVhaKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/bJegjgQm15g/s1600-h/Man+On+The+Moon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380430682036201634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqshMtVhaKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/bJegjgQm15g/s400/Man+On+The+Moon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Man On The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qual era o nome da cidade,&lt;br /&gt;Quantos eram os teus amigos?&lt;br /&gt;Olho o relógio, é sempre tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas à vezes é um lapso de solidão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E numa bela tarde de Abril&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o Outono e a tua vida,&lt;br /&gt;Sem adeus, seguiu em seu cortejo,&lt;br /&gt;E por aqui ficou tudo como antes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só depois de tudo pronto&lt;br /&gt;Que se tem certeza do que se trata,&lt;br /&gt;Que se salta o abismo do não falar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo agora o que é o meu presente,&lt;br /&gt;Mas guardo em mim o que sempre fui&lt;br /&gt;A respeito do que você costumava ser;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você com sua ânsia de viver&lt;br /&gt;Chegou até onde podia chegar,&lt;br /&gt;Não me pergunte ou se decepcione&lt;br /&gt;Do por que das coisas serem assim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi alguém pra outro alguém,&lt;br /&gt;E do fascínio teve fruto teu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;E não importa se por alguns segundos&lt;br /&gt;Ou pouco menos do que muitos anos; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-8388170969760014400?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8388170969760014400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=8388170969760014400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8388170969760014400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/8388170969760014400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2008/10/celine-qual-era-o-nome-da-cidade.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqshMtVhaKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/bJegjgQm15g/s72-c/Man+On+The+Moon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-5266969414694086741</id><published>2008-09-25T16:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:42:51.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqsfKRLHuII/AAAAAAAAAvs/pqbI1uHX_c8/s1600-h/Quadrinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380428441093388418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqsfKRLHuII/AAAAAAAAAvs/pqbI1uHX_c8/s400/Quadrinhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Quadrinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai dizer do que passou,&lt;br /&gt;Diversão como em livros e jornais&lt;br /&gt;Que vão revisitar nossa história:&lt;br /&gt;Quem chega olha tudo que existiu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é o nada, só inspiração,&lt;br /&gt;E quantas pessoas por ti pintaram,&lt;br /&gt;No fino traço, toda sensibilidade,&lt;br /&gt;Que faz de nós tudo o que somos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos sempre tão apressados,&lt;br /&gt;Já não voltamos páginas viradas,&lt;br /&gt;E parece que assim sempre será&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho dentro de outro sonho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas você acordará antes de todos,&lt;br /&gt;Num dia nublado e um tanto frio,&lt;br /&gt;Só pra descobrir tudo tão normal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre assim, minha menina,&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria que te amo, é bem verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nos perdemos em mil silêncios;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então fique...Fique um pouco mais:&lt;br /&gt;É preciso voar longe no mesmo lugar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não existam mais heróis,&lt;br /&gt;E se não há mais motivos pra lutar&lt;br /&gt;Quem só esperava o não morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Vê teus braços num gesto impreciso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de nossas vidas que eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho e lembranças pra contar:&lt;br /&gt;O que valeu vem no teu interior&lt;br /&gt;Criar o amor que vai te perseguir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-5266969414694086741?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5266969414694086741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=5266969414694086741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5266969414694086741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/5266969414694086741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2008/09/quadrinhos-quem-vai-dizer-do-que-passou.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqsfKRLHuII/AAAAAAAAAvs/pqbI1uHX_c8/s72-c/Quadrinhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941161185914356308.post-86084554822308259</id><published>2008-09-24T00:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:42:13.980-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqseoBcNgdI/AAAAAAAAAvk/AC56_AIoK7c/s1600-h/Letter+For+A+Girl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380427852754551250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqseoBcNgdI/AAAAAAAAAvk/AC56_AIoK7c/s400/Letter+For+A+Girl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;color:white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Letter For A Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querer estar acima de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Já não tem sentido porque&lt;br /&gt;Quando as luzes se apagam&lt;br /&gt;Se torna igual toda a escuridão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você pode até nem notar&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia tudo se desfaz:&lt;br /&gt;Porque as coisas vêm e vão&lt;br /&gt;Sempre atrás de uma perfeição;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto isso, viveremos:&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não penso em fracassos,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero apenas um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Pra te mostrar de novo o mundo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero apenas te entregar&lt;br /&gt;A tua força, a tua face mais fiel,&lt;br /&gt;O teu mais belo sonho colorido;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é difícil pra você aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Que quando se descobre amar alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não se possa manter&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, sempre se lhe têm amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem depois de tantas infâncias&lt;br /&gt;De si não é capaz de achar graça,&lt;br /&gt;Ficará nas sombras da insegurança,&lt;br /&gt;À mercê dos dias, nas teias do tempo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mesmo intento se perceberá:&lt;br /&gt;Todos buscam por sua liberdade;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de que adianta estarem livres&lt;br /&gt;Se passam as horas matando tempo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941161185914356308-86084554822308259?l=fromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/feeds/86084554822308259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5941161185914356308&amp;postID=86084554822308259' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/86084554822308259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941161185914356308/posts/default/86084554822308259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromance.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-for-girl-querer-estar-acima-de.html' title=''/><author><name>João Luis Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12658046617223249775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SvDtqYFVgkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pzluvT4Y7lo/S220/826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKNUgnlD_L8/SqseoBcNgdI/AAAAAAAAAvk/AC56_AIoK7c/s72-c/Letter+For+A+Girl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
