<?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-3450557894877605700</id><updated>2011-10-06T13:44:31.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu vou sempre avante no nada infinito.</title><subtitle type='html'>Email: maiara.bortoluzzi@hotmail.com

- Quem quiser, me deixa um e-mail dando opnião, e logo que puder responderei.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-5836239747540540402</id><published>2011-10-06T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:44:31.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nem todas as lágrimas são de tristeza&lt;div&gt;nem sempre o amor é feito de bons momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tive estes em minhas mãos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e os joguei fora para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me sinto cansada de tantas promessas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de tanto sentimento vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem é que precisa deles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero é ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem meras e tolas palavras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senti-me assim uma vez &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e essa sensação não vale &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o preço de uma vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inteira com você! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3450557894877605700-5836239747540540402?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5836239747540540402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5836239747540540402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/nem-todas-as-lagrimas-sao-de-tristeza.html' title=''/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-7748835677282167475</id><published>2011-10-04T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T16:44:28.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para quem partiu e nunca mais voltou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Se pensamentos fossem bons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;eles não procurariam sempre lembrar teu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fecho os olhos e sempre és tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que põe-se em minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;como uma estátua, intacta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu sei que não posso leva-la para casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mal caberia ela no meu jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;assim como já não cabes tu no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Meu amor é bem maior que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;percorre minhas veias com lembranças tuas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lembranças de uma vida que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;jamais terei em minhas mãos novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pois eu deixei você partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;certa de que nunca mais irias voltar.&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/3450557894877605700-7748835677282167475?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7748835677282167475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7748835677282167475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2011/10/para-quem-partiu-e-nunca-mais-voltou.html' title='para quem partiu e nunca mais voltou'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-706347962763697968</id><published>2011-05-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T16:48:16.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimas Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UFXOsHOGys/TaRmsIHmJxI/AAAAAAAAACU/RxjOj5GdRZQ/s320/casal%2Bde%2Bvelhinhos%2Bna%2Bpraia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UFXOsHOGys/TaRmsIHmJxI/AAAAAAAAACU/RxjOj5GdRZQ/s320/casal%2Bde%2Bvelhinhos%2Bna%2Bpraia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Há tempos venho tentando ser forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;não quero mostrar arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;medo e solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Minha vida mudou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;as pessoas e os caminhos também,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mas é nessa direção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que viso meu futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As vezes é preciso chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;para curar a dor e a saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Um pouco é vontade de crescer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;outro pouco é o medo de crescer sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Se ao menos a música tocasse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;no meu ritmo mais rock n' roll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;se as coisas viessem fáceis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;..mas o que vem fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;vai fácil também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mais uma vez faço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;das palavras do poeta as minhas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tudo muda e com toda a razão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E se for pra mudar que seja pra melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que seja para a felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;para a realização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que o futuro nos reserve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mudanças cada vez mais gostosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e que saibamos aproveita-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Para que, ao olharmos para trás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;nossas ultimas palavras sejam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Viver Valeu a Pena!&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/3450557894877605700-706347962763697968?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/706347962763697968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/706347962763697968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/ultimas-palavras.html' title='Ultimas Palavras'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UFXOsHOGys/TaRmsIHmJxI/AAAAAAAAACU/RxjOj5GdRZQ/s72-c/casal%2Bde%2Bvelhinhos%2Bna%2Bpraia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-4913026472742929736</id><published>2011-02-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T06:58:25.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>segundas chances são raras</title><content type='html'>Sinto-me nova de novo,&lt;div&gt;isso pode ser uma sensação de hoje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de uma semana, de um dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanhã posso morrer e ficar um tempo assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amarga e gelada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas aí, quando você vem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o sol brilha, descongela a minha alma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bate em meu rosto e me põe a vida, talvez pela ultima vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E essa é a minha chance de fazer diferente:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de me desculpar, de dizer a alguém sobre o amor que sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segundas chances são raras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas já posso morrer sabendo que ao voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alguém me perdoou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-4913026472742929736?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/4913026472742929736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/4913026472742929736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2011/02/segundas-chances-sao-raras.html' title='segundas chances são raras'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-7509033861898761548</id><published>2011-01-12T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:40:16.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciclo Fechado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Encontro-me numa época de mudanças, tudo está acontecendo devagar ou rápido demais, é como se eu sentisse medo de me aproximar de outras pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida nova, casa nova, tudo novo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é que dá medo, não sei onde vou parar com quem vou estar e como fazer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas tenho coragem para aceitar que essa mudança esta vindo para melhorar e me fazer crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e com toda a razão despeço-me de algumas pessoas  que fizeram parte de um ciclo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora outra parte da minha vida começa e la vou eu de novo sempre avante no nada infinito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-7509033861898761548?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7509033861898761548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7509033861898761548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2011/01/ciclo-fechado.html' title='Ciclo Fechado'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-7367454712962066567</id><published>2010-07-06T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:40:07.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reprojecting.net/blog/2008/06/30/desespero3-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.reprojecting.net/blog/2008/06/30/desespero3-full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu vejo o mundo girar mais colorido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;porem deprimido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;quando não te vê passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sinto o vento mais gelado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cansado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tentando voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um grito apertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;da boca de quem jamais musicou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou um verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que imergiu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;perdido em lágrimas.&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/3450557894877605700-7367454712962066567?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7367454712962066567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7367454712962066567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2010/07/falta-de-voce.html' title='Falta de você'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-7272436993981502990</id><published>2010-05-23T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:09:25.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberte-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/ronaldosalame/SP2_6_N-bvI/AAAAAAAADTM/hBX_bp1RYQ0/liberdade_thumb[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 321px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/ronaldosalame/SP2_6_N-bvI/AAAAAAAADTM/hBX_bp1RYQ0/liberdade_thumb[1].jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu vou buscar a minha essência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no canto livre dos pássaros apaixonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nas cores do céu quando o sol estiver se pondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu vou atrás do meu direito de ser livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; vou viajar, voar, viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;antes que tudo acabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ou que eu me acabe de tanto ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Caçarei a minha liberdade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e o poder de amar essa sensação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que me faz viver de braços abertos.&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/3450557894877605700-7272436993981502990?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7272436993981502990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7272436993981502990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2010/05/liberte-se.html' title='Liberte-se'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amor, amar, amando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o vento leve, levando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a brisa do ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olhar no espelho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o seu vestido flutuante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;errante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;leviano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;em seu corpo se moldar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Linda menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bailando brevemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;através das flores e folhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Delicada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ama as cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;os possíveis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e falsos amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que a vida ainda há de lhe dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tomara que não sofra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;essa criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;enquanto o seu homem tarda a chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Livre-se dessa ilusão pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;basta você esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3450557894877605700-2513969784273236433?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-5299146814120944390</id><published>2010-05-18T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:58:06.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pseudo-declaração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8gTuQlWPs/R1iTrsTjehI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y7vYivYja-o/s400/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8gTuQlWPs/R1iTrsTjehI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y7vYivYja-o/s400/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Falar 'eu te amo' é difícil quando você sente que a outra pessoa não tem a mesma certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Busquei várias formas de me declarar ou ao menos de tentar descobrir o que se passa naquele coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rasguei poemas inúteis, texto, papéis e corações infantis. Não quero parecer apressada, muito menos interessada com o pensar alheio. Mas sei que no fundo tenho curiosidade em saber o que esperam ou desejam de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Minha esperança é que essa não seja mais uma escolha precipitada do meu dedo podre e sim uma escolha consciente de meu coração errante, cansado de sofrer.&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/3450557894877605700-5299146814120944390?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5299146814120944390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5299146814120944390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2010/05/falar-eu-te-amo-e-dificil-quando-voce.html' title='pseudo-declaração'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zX8gTuQlWPs/R1iTrsTjehI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y7vYivYja-o/s72-c/CORACAO%2520na%2520praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-4912625102452915423</id><published>2010-05-13T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:16:16.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o valor do verbo amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pediram-me hoje: O que é amar para você? Respondi algumas coisas naquele momento, tentando talvez impressionar. Entretanto eu não sabia o valor real do verbo amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ao me deitar pensei nos vários significados que este sentimento possui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amar é sentir falta de uma pessoa em meio a tantas. É sentir aquele friozinho na barriga cada vez que ele fala o seu nome. É querer abraçar, ficar perto, fazer sorrir o rosto de quem tu ama. É escrever seus nomes no meio de um coração ou no espelho do banheiro para ele ver depois do banho. É querer andar de mãos dadas como se ele fosse pra sempre. É exibir o quando vocês estão felizes e servem de exemplo aos outros. É sorrir, chorar, fortalecer e querer bem. É querer pra sempre o que se tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ao pensar eu realmente tento sentir-me apaixonada e pude perceber: eu posso amar, mas também necessito ser amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Imagine o barato de viver uma paixão com todos os quesitos que ela possui. Nem tudo são flores, claro. Mas como diria Arnaldo Jabor: se não quer se apegar, se machucar, namore uma planta, é mais previsível.&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/3450557894877605700-4912625102452915423?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/4912625102452915423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/4912625102452915423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-valor-do-verbo-amar.html' title='o valor do verbo amar'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-8731718699180894971</id><published>2010-05-12T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:24:28.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baú de sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fitametrica.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/fundo-do-bau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://fitametrica.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/fundo-do-bau.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ao pensar em nós dois lembro daquela sua velha frase: me dê um abraço, como se este fosse o último.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a cada vez que escuto isso abre-se um vazio em meu peito, uma sensação estranha. Imagine o que seria de mim sem você. Sem seus abraços e conselhos, sem seus  beijos e perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saudade que sinto logo que você sai pela minha porta. Vontade de ver-te, sentir-te a todo momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guardarei pra sempre os nosso dias. Meu baú esta cheio de sensação, risos e sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por isso não diga que aquele foi o último abraço e muito menos que teremos um. Ou se tivermos que ele seja muito distante, tempo o suficiente para que consigamos aprender um com o outro.&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/3450557894877605700-8731718699180894971?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8731718699180894971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8731718699180894971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2010/05/bau-de-sensacoes.html' title='Baú de sensações'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-8922414278092214134</id><published>2010-05-07T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:53:44.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já falei que saudade é uma coisa ruim e que odeio esse sentimento, essa falta de alguém que gosto por não estar ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pior ainda é sentir aquele perfume, lembrar dos gostos e dos sorrisos recíprocos. Ah, dá vontade de chorar, sair correndo, ficar sozinha, ouvir aquela nossa música, escrever, colocar tudo pra fora! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olhando fotos, lembranças eu posso afirmar: realmente algo de bom aconteceu pra mim. É bom ficar perto de alguém, desabafar, dar risadas e ter  briguinhas, mas só para fortalecer. Né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Indico um pouco de amor, de companheirismo e idiotice a todos. Isso é ser feliz, é se sentir mais jovem, mais vivo, mais amado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;        Até que dure.&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/3450557894877605700-8922414278092214134?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8922414278092214134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8922414278092214134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2010/05/ja-falei-que-saudade-e-uma-coisa-ruim-e.html' title=''/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-5531837272399514306</id><published>2009-12-22T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:44:49.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>intuição do fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SzEFRnImrDI/AAAAAAAAAek/5sLufD7YuvQ/s1600-h/pensar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SzEFRnImrDI/AAAAAAAAAek/5sLufD7YuvQ/s320/pensar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418117626824404018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contar uma historia que nem se quer aconteceu, realmente é difícil quando se pensa nas várias possibilidades de seu fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É complicado reagir quando sabemos que algo esta acabando, ou ficamos parados esperando que o destino faça a sua parte, ou corremos atrás da mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Intuição, eu não sei. Nunca tive isso a meu favor. Talvez essa seja só a vontade de acabar sozinha. Eu não estou feliz. Pelo menos não agora. E nem sei o que é que me falta para a felicidade. Ela parece estar tão distante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.. Hoje meu dia foi perdido. Minhas dores se juntaram ao buraco oco que habita meu peito. Eu não sorri. Essa sensação é boa. Ninguém é feliz sempre. Não sei o que acontece comigo e o que é que me falta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tristeza é saber que tenho tudo ou quase tudo que eu quero e aquele buraco continua ali, vazio, crescendo. Sem razão.&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/3450557894877605700-5531837272399514306?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5531837272399514306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5531837272399514306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/12/intuicao-do-fim.html' title='intuição do fim'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SzEFRnImrDI/AAAAAAAAAek/5sLufD7YuvQ/s72-c/pensar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-8070944838987750626</id><published>2009-11-04T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:38:30.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo sem razão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.espm.br/Vestibular/Blog/PublishingImages/gaveta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.espm.br/Vestibular/Blog/PublishingImages/gaveta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vou sofrer calada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas não vou chorar por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi o tempo que errou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não contarei a ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o que vivemos juntos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;só a lembrança poderá dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o que o tempo não mostrou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Decadente história, memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perdida em uma gaveta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que travou para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eterno enquanto durou ? Não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomara que não seja eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a solidão, e esse meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sentimento sem razão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-8070944838987750626?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8070944838987750626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8070944838987750626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/11/tempo-sem-razao.html' title='Tempo sem razão!'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-5971244377017662523</id><published>2009-09-12T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:39:17.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me abandonaste na futura solidão,&lt;br /&gt;da noite que cai aos fundos&lt;br /&gt;dos sonhos que seguro em minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;Se tivesse tempo&lt;br /&gt;se não fosse pra já&lt;br /&gt;eu confesso tremula&lt;br /&gt;bastasse um arco-iris&lt;br /&gt;eu iria te esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Se mirar um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;veja-o como o meu&lt;br /&gt;aquele que sincero&lt;br /&gt;e profundo um dia foi teu&lt;br /&gt;se no labirinto das lagrimas minhas se afundares&lt;br /&gt;não se preocupe meu amor&lt;br /&gt;hoje a noite os anjos&lt;br /&gt;espalharam sobre&lt;br /&gt;você minha coleção de olhares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/3450557894877605700-5971244377017662523?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5971244377017662523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5971244377017662523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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seu beijo devagar&lt;br /&gt;o frio chegou levou embora&lt;br /&gt;muita gente a pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do baile uma cena&lt;br /&gt;que sempre vai ficar&lt;br /&gt;na mente morta de uma casa&lt;br /&gt;que finge se afogar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é de manhã.&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/3450557894877605700-7146335618215226793?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7146335618215226793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7146335618215226793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/depois.html' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O chão paralelo aos meus pés, que dançam colorido!&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/3450557894877605700-1067061544622115713?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/1067061544622115713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/1067061544622115713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-chao-paralelo-aos-meus-pes-que-dancam.html' title=''/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2299/2095290455_95bf005af8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-2704822866313651298</id><published>2009-05-04T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:54:28.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaço de menino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.magiazen.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/pe-de-feijao.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.magiazen.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/pe-de-feijao.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Paralelo é o Pipi Do menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a sombra quieta, mente, sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ah, pedaço de gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sentar e molhar o chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lugar que brotou o pé de feijão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ovo que o João levou sem pagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Omelete de ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;um tesouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;menino a sonhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-2704822866313651298?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/2704822866313651298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/2704822866313651298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/05/pedaco-de-menino.html' title='Pedaço de menino'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-7062141027394307584</id><published>2009-03-15T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:27:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dphotojournal.com/wp-content/wallpapers/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.dphotojournal.com/wp-content/wallpapers/spring.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Olha, veja a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;o sol que nasce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;entre os prantos se refaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a saudade do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sonha, que o medo é prometido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;o desejo não cumprido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e o mar já se apagou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uma luva, uma mascara do norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;o meu coração é forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e pode suportar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A perda de um dia ser assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;de ter o teu olhar pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sem sofrer na contra-mão!&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/3450557894877605700-7062141027394307584?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7062141027394307584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7062141027394307584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/olha-veja-vida-o-sol-que-nasce-entre-os.html' title=''/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-315780502191952520</id><published>2009-03-14T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:50:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor, meu grande amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/Sbvucp5mroI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yYz4lJuEmD4/s1600-h/amor+meu+grande+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/Sbvucp5mroI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yYz4lJuEmD4/s320/amor+meu+grande+amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313102361464843906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero que saiba que eu amo você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E que sem você nada sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És para mim o sol de cada dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lua de cada noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sorriso de uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-315780502191952520?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/315780502191952520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/315780502191952520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-meu-grande-amor.html' title='Amor, meu grande amor.'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/Sbvucp5mroI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yYz4lJuEmD4/s72-c/amor+meu+grande+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-1869558820548132488</id><published>2009-03-02T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:15:42.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai-te Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2158/2115079410_0a39cb92ff.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 376px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2158/2115079410_0a39cb92ff.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A rosa que nasceu de meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;saiu voando, cantando correto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sem nada nem porque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não precisava de tantas flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu só gostaria de estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;com aquela rosa que partiu sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Então vá rosa amarga e vermelha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que se espelha na pétala magoada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de minha face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Matando o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desmoronando o meu tronco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Levando o sangue vermelho e ingrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de minha humilde dor.&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/3450557894877605700-1869558820548132488?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/1869558820548132488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/1869558820548132488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/vai-te-rosa.html' title='Vai-te Rosa'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-7169367980847722179</id><published>2009-02-27T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:41:10.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudo mundo de Horrores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.historyplace.com/worldwar2/ww2-pix/london12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 588px; height: 461px;" src="http://www.historyplace.com/worldwar2/ww2-pix/london12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Como girinos atormentados, apresados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;para se tornarem o que sempre quiseram ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lobos uivantes, para a lua com a lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;até que seus ouvidos calem a boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;de quem não quer silenciar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Preparo a minha ida sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tudo pronto como um Carnaval de horrores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sinto informar que bebi demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e realmente precisei de um trono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;para armazenar as coisas que fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vivo num pseudo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;onde tudo vira nada a qualquer instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e minha ida se vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Talvez eu só esteja preocupada com a maneira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;em que um dia isso irá acabar.&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/3450557894877605700-7169367980847722179?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7169367980847722179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7169367980847722179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/como-girinos-atormentados-apresados.html' title='Pseudo mundo de Horrores'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-5089385626518308561</id><published>2009-01-11T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:03:40.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Igualdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Perdida num mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;de poder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e de ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;com alguns amigos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e uma viola afinada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A gente canta uma canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a lua ilumina o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;já conseguimos perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A praia deserta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;coberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;silêncio, saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;de mais um dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;monótono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o começo do amor.&lt;/span&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/3450557894877605700-5089385626518308561?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5089385626518308561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5089385626518308561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/perdida-num-mundo-de-poder-e-de-ningum.html' title='Igualdade'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-9117707553020678669</id><published>2009-01-10T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:10:01.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://azoreanangel.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/pensamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 254px;" src="http://azoreanangel.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/pensamento.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Meus pensamentos voam rápido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;batendo asas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;através&lt;/span&gt; do vento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O tempo é curto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e eu preciso saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;porem, como diria o poeta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;tudo muda, e com toda a razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não me culpo por ser assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;não me imagino diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não me interessa tolas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ou julgamentos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridículos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O que eu fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ou o que deixei para trás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;é algo meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e muda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e vai, e vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e um dia acaba.&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/3450557894877605700-9117707553020678669?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/9117707553020678669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/9117707553020678669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/mudana.html' title='Mudança.'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-6046322035882465550</id><published>2009-01-09T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:16:20.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só sei que nada sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom, não sei como cheguei aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e em que forma estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo me faz lembrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aquilo que ainda não vivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e logo esqueço tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;para pensar no futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sei o que eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o que eu mereço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e o que eu preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;já me decidi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As lágrimas e o cansaço são passageiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que permanece nesse corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu ainda não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e nem tenho ideia de como descobrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É tudo tão relativo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a minha felicidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e a tristeza de certa pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por isso não sei como agir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e nem o que pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só sei que sou relativa: mudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só sei que nada sei sobre mim mesma.&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/3450557894877605700-6046322035882465550?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/6046322035882465550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/6046322035882465550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-sei-que-nada-sei.html' title='Só sei que nada sei'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-8638868168236083821</id><published>2009-01-07T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:43:01.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me deixe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.memorial.sp.gov.br/images/agenda/000718/Maysa-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 315px;" src="http://www.memorial.sp.gov.br/images/agenda/000718/Maysa-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..Eu vou te oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pérolas de chuva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que vêm dos países &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Onde não chove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu vou cavar a terra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Até a minha morte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Para cobrir teu corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;De ouro e luzes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu farei uma terra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Onde o amor será rei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Onde o amor será lei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Onde tu serás rainha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..Deixa que eu me torne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A sombra da tua sombra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A sombra da tua mão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A sombra do teu cachorro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não me deixe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;( Maysa - Jacques Brel )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-8638868168236083821?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8638868168236083821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8638868168236083821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-me-deixe.html' title='Não me deixe'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-5009588214828836718</id><published>2009-01-06T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:44:42.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrisque</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom, um amigo muito especial disse-me hoje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Arrisque, faça o que nunca teve coragem de fazer.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o importante é ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E é isso que farei de agora em diante,e se não der certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pelo menos não me culparei pelo fato de não ter feito o que queria em um certo momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu só me arrependo do que eu NÃO faço.&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/3450557894877605700-5009588214828836718?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5009588214828836718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5009588214828836718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/arrisque.html' title='Arrisque'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-4009753529050291980</id><published>2008-12-23T17:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:48:37.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9873/janelajn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 385px;" src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9873/janelajn2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se algo fosse em vão &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;eu não estaria esperando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;você voltar toda a noite com a janela aberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu poderia estar com qualquer pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ou em qualquer lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se o vento que esfria-me agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;esfriasse meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;talvez não existisse tanto amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;eu poderia possuir qualquer outro sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se a distância desaparecesse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;talvez eu não estaria escrevendo essas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;mas sim dizendo verdadeiramente a quem amo: você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-4009753529050291980?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/4009753529050291980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/4009753529050291980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/se-algo-fosse-em-vo-eu-no-estaria.html' title=''/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-6853843524913923121</id><published>2008-12-02T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:42:07.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tente, acredite, faça.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/STVk9mFJ6KI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ezqK9l_cAtk/s1600-h/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/STVk9mFJ6KI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ezqK9l_cAtk/s320/triste.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275233547891370146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;antes que a lua desapareça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ou que o sol se vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acredite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;antes que as flores murchem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ou que uma criança caia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;antes da primeira lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ou antes do primeiro deslize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acredite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Antes que o mundo acabe.&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/3450557894877605700-6853843524913923121?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/6853843524913923121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/6853843524913923121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/tente-acredite-faa.html' title='Tente, acredite, faça.'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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mais aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ele mora longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Longe do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Longe do meu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Longe de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu sinto saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;talvez esse seja o pior dos sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É difícil falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;nem mesmo por distância nos falamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu pensei que algum dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ele pudesse me fazer uma surpresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Engano meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tenho dó de mim mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tenho um dedo podre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E um coração apaixonado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pobre de mim!&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/3450557894877605700-239428511589529560?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/239428511589529560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/239428511589529560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/11/d-de-mim.html' title='Dó de mim'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SSX-u_AnT1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/SBLHywvWwsQ/s72-c/beirut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-528731719744595864</id><published>2008-11-17T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:25:15.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jardim Noturno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SSILARrycnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8sN7pg03jdo/s1600-h/y1pIUoeloUAv5QSdIu5UVVwcBOj6NrEJVggbDILzyhMQdgjUCLwdo-8zWD3mDLmC8Kz83hJi7L7rlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269786613351871090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SSILARrycnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8sN7pg03jdo/s320/y1pIUoeloUAv5QSdIu5UVVwcBOj6NrEJVggbDILzyhMQdgjUCLwdo-8zWD3mDLmC8Kz83hJi7L7rlo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se o vento batesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rapidamente em meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sentiria cada beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que me enviaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se o sol cobrisse de vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a flor e o meu vestido no espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dançaríamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;em um jardim noturno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O jardim da Flor de Lótus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que perde-se a cada olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E que descansa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;apaixonada, como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;na luz do luar.&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/3450557894877605700-528731719744595864?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/528731719744595864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/528731719744595864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/11/jardim-noturno.html' title='Jardim Noturno'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SSILARrycnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8sN7pg03jdo/s72-c/y1pIUoeloUAv5QSdIu5UVVwcBOj6NrEJVggbDILzyhMQdgjUCLwdo-8zWD3mDLmC8Kz83hJi7L7rlo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-2526896004586144008</id><published>2008-11-12T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:55:44.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu velho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SRrtqA9aX8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/_TulHBPZdS8/s1600-h/velhice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267784020231086018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SRrtqA9aX8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/_TulHBPZdS8/s320/velhice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bom, eu não sei o que dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;na verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;naquela hora eu nem soube o que fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele disse: Amo você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nossa, abri um sorrisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E até hoje vivo feliz com ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi um momento mágico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo que eu pedi para acontecer em minha adolescência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como a gente lembra dos detalhes em cada coisa né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele foi a melhor coisa que me aconteceu, creio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu vejo nossos filhos brincando e vivendo o que nós vivemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um pedaço de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;outro dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um pouco de amor e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;das coisas bonitas que construimos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como é bom encontrar um grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sinto-me novamente uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;São memórias que vem à tona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;são aquelas que ficam na lembrança.&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/3450557894877605700-2526896004586144008?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/2526896004586144008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/2526896004586144008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-velho.html' title='Meu velho!'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SRrtqA9aX8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/_TulHBPZdS8/s72-c/velhice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-5588462515910157360</id><published>2008-11-10T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:46:03.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SRi5UOGKoJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Yr92zj6Gbx0/s1600-h/000srhqt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267163521242275986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SRi5UOGKoJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Yr92zj6Gbx0/s320/000srhqt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao silêncio em que me faço presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dedico certas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as quais por algum motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;conquistei o recíproco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As manhãs ofereço o aroma das flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aquelas que um dia eu ganhei ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;derramar a primeira lágrima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A amizade ofereço meu abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aquele que serviu muitas vezes como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;consolo, e abrigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nas boas e piores horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A minha mãe ofereço o meu carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao meu pai o meu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois aqui está um pedaço do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;amor e da sinceridade que eles construíram juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Lua desejo meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aquela companheira de todas as noites de solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a sua importância e dedicação, assim como o pai Sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao amor dedico minha honestidade e entrega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois é nele que se encontra a base de minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já sofri, já caí muitas vezes, e sei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor é essencial para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A música ofereço a minha voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que através dela eu posso levar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a mensagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;para um futuro melhor!&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/3450557894877605700-5588462515910157360?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5588462515910157360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5588462515910157360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/11/ao-silncio-em-que-me-fao-presente.html' title='Dedico'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SRi5UOGKoJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Yr92zj6Gbx0/s72-c/000srhqt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-7810102353540820859</id><published>2008-10-12T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:58:00.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SPJK4qze4CI/AAAAAAAAASc/fZySMvjTzDM/s1600-h/galera+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256346052518141986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SPJK4qze4CI/AAAAAAAAASc/fZySMvjTzDM/s320/galera+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em cada lado de minha face&lt;br /&gt;você encontrará o que sempre quis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Procure-me naquele lugar que imaginar, e&lt;br /&gt;tenha certeza, eu fui feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Encontre-me perdida,&lt;br /&gt;e poderá achar-me dentro de minha essência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;das minhas cores, da minha liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;do meu momento, do meu sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Encontre-me em mim mesma.&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/3450557894877605700-7810102353540820859?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7810102353540820859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7810102353540820859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/em-cada-lado-de-minha-face-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SPJK4qze4CI/AAAAAAAAASc/fZySMvjTzDM/s72-c/galera+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-7365604460782827801</id><published>2008-10-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:14:01.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SOT08prC_XI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OrLp7ApwqCI/s1600-h/condo1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252592388236574066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SOT08prC_XI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OrLp7ApwqCI/s320/condo1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem sabe meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;irão se realizar&lt;br /&gt;mais rápido do que eu imagino.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quem sabe meus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me levarão mais rápido onde eu quero chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem sabe eu receba aquele beijo mais desejado,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ou aquele abraço mais apertado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quem sabe eu poderei alcançar tudo a tempo de não perder as esperanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pois eu sei que: quem acredita sempre alcança.&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/3450557894877605700-7365604460782827801?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7365604460782827801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7365604460782827801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/10/quem-sabe-meus-sonhos-iro-se-realizar.html' title=''/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SOT08prC_XI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OrLp7ApwqCI/s72-c/condo1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-3637550265207764879</id><published>2008-09-25T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:58:44.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que me machuca..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNv9PLjGqlI/AAAAAAAAARc/INKKEpAgXhI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250068227870337618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNv9PLjGqlI/AAAAAAAAARc/INKKEpAgXhI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que me machuca é ver alguém brigar com o namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enquanto o meu esqueceu-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que me machuca é ver alguém correr e perder o &lt;/span&gt;ônibus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enquanto eu não consigo ficar em pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que me machuca é ver alguém cair e chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enquanto eu não posso dar a mão para ajudá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que me machuca é ver alguém dar 'tchau'&lt;br /&gt;para quem embarcou para longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enquanto eu não consigo levantar meus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que me machuca é ver tantas pessoas perfeitas sofrendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enquando eu estou em uma cadeira de rodas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que me machuca é ver o amor próprio&lt;br /&gt;que para eles não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não acreditava também, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas agora eu sei que todos devem se amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pois estar em uma cadeira de roda&lt;br /&gt;é muito pior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do que ser gorda e feia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Essa poesia foi baseada em um pensamento que tive. Graças a Deus não uso cadeira de rodas, e não desejo isso para ninguém, graças a Deus eu sou perfeita. E você estando ou não em uma cadeira de rodas também é.&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/3450557894877605700-3637550265207764879?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/3637550265207764879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/3637550265207764879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-que-me-machuca.html' title='O que me machuca..'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNv9PLjGqlI/AAAAAAAAARc/INKKEpAgXhI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-5586662700566705680</id><published>2008-09-23T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:58:26.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNldv3FPh9I/AAAAAAAAARU/BQb82SyyEH0/s1600-h/idpic_B4789351710L.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249329917498197970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNldv3FPh9I/AAAAAAAAARU/BQb82SyyEH0/s320/idpic_B4789351710L.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Um dia o amor perguntou à amizade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Para que tu existes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A amizade respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Sirvo para limpar as lágrimas que um dia tu deixastes cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3450557894877605700-5586662700566705680?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5586662700566705680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5586662700566705680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-dia-o-amor-perguntou-amizade-para.html' title=''/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNldv3FPh9I/AAAAAAAAARU/BQb82SyyEH0/s72-c/idpic_B4789351710L.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-3199138106784963584</id><published>2008-09-22T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:59:49.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natureza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNgUh65j-jI/AAAAAAAAARE/U3X6Wb6PKgk/s1600-h/lo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248967938679241266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNgUh65j-jI/AAAAAAAAARE/U3X6Wb6PKgk/s320/lo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tranquilidade, mágia, energia, amor,&lt;br /&gt;música, nobreza, felicidade, luz, sol, cores, paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-3199138106784963584?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/3199138106784963584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/3199138106784963584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/natureza.html' title='Natureza.'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNgUh65j-jI/AAAAAAAAARE/U3X6Wb6PKgk/s72-c/lo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-6422471006420760761</id><published>2008-09-18T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:59:16.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um tempo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNKGfbtPNQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iF_QyxCCZSM/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247404390411613442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNKGfbtPNQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iF_QyxCCZSM/s320/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não subirei tão alto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para descer correndo depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não contarei nada a ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Até encontrar o segredo certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu preciso de um tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não viajarei durante horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para depois tomar um copo d’água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não terei amigos até não encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O meu verdadeiro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu preciso de um longo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não irei te procurar por muitos lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apenas quando a primavera chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dormirei em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não farei revoluções sem um buquê de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E eu não acenderei a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando o sol bater em minha porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu só preciso de um longo tempo.&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/3450557894877605700-6422471006420760761?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/6422471006420760761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/6422471006420760761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-tempo.html' title='um tempo..'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SNKGfbtPNQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iF_QyxCCZSM/s72-c/41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-8756017496287713771</id><published>2008-09-15T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:53:48.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para mim, eu sou..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SM6vK9frd0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/k7Tw_th_W9Y/s1600-h/mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246323218774193986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SM6vK9frd0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/k7Tw_th_W9Y/s320/mundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que me dizem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;o que eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;o que eu sinto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nada mais tem valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigo meus próprios sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;traço meus próprios caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sempre sozinha eu vou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que eu demonstro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;o que eu penso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;como eu ando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;muda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;assim como uma criança muda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu mudo conforme meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;eu sonho através dos raios de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou através da água da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sou, para mim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;o mundo!&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/3450557894877605700-8756017496287713771?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8756017496287713771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8756017496287713771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/para-mim-eu-sou.html' title='para mim, eu sou..'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SM6vK9frd0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/k7Tw_th_W9Y/s72-c/mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-501212110332848604</id><published>2008-09-08T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:00:26.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor próprio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SMXAIotJm-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/-gBwwY-_pfw/s1600-h/amor+prÃ³prio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243808595741088738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SMXAIotJm-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/-gBwwY-_pfw/s320/amor+pr%C3%B3prio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seus belos olhos selvagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se perderam na escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;buscando algo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes eles tentaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ir além das montanhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e desistiram ao derramar a primeira lágrima ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E quantas vezes eles pensaram em tentar novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a cada oportunidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes seus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seus loucos lábios vermelhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;beijaram rostos diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sem ao menos controlar a ansiedade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E quantas vezes eles beijaram uma boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;por que realmente sentiram amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes sua mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sua poderosa mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pensou em algo realmente bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou sonhos com a ilusão da realidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E quantas vezes seus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seus suaves pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pisaram em um lugar divergente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sentido espinhos ou sentindo flores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E quantas vezes você, somente você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;conseguiu inovar sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e fazer com que todos realmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se sentissem melhores, e únicos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes você pensou no &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;amor próprio&lt;/span&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/3450557894877605700-501212110332848604?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/501212110332848604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/501212110332848604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/amor-prprio.html' title='Amor próprio'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SMXAIotJm-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/-gBwwY-_pfw/s72-c/amor+pr%C3%B3prio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-2556572595330231129</id><published>2008-08-24T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:00:12.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SLHkeCtwlaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gqeyqIwTtrc/s1600-h/gato24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238219046384604578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SLHkeCtwlaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gqeyqIwTtrc/s320/gato24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;É na lua imensa que eu me perco&lt;br /&gt;E lá de cima tento encontrar-te&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não estar com você&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-me-ei ao teu lado sempre.&lt;br /&gt;A distância muda muita coisa&lt;br /&gt;Mas não para quem sabe sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te bem perto do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me pronta para te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-2556572595330231129?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/2556572595330231129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/2556572595330231129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/saudade.html' title='saudade'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SLHkeCtwlaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gqeyqIwTtrc/s72-c/gato24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-1625391636163242397</id><published>2008-08-21T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:01:36.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde que eu não tenho você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SK4BB29A6hI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qj_CUVLK2lY/s1600-h/file-708730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237124548121389586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SK4BB29A6hI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qj_CUVLK2lY/s320/file-708730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As vezes eu acho que perco tudo o que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos foram morar fora, e o amor não foi correspondido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A partir desse momento, vai-se embora tudo o que tenho de mais bonito: O amor.&lt;br /&gt;E no lugar dele entra a pior coisa: A saudade.&lt;br /&gt;E como é ruim conviver com esse sentimento de perda.&lt;br /&gt;Ao lembrar-me de cada momento em que amei, seja namorado,&lt;br /&gt;amigos ou família, meu coração se transforma num imenso vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Todos dizem a mesma coisa: '' Você deve ser forte, tudo isso vai passar''.&lt;br /&gt;Mas de onde tirarei forças se estou completamente sozinha?&lt;br /&gt;Se você não está aqui para me ajudar ?&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo sorrir, e agora a minha vida se transformou em irônia e sarcasmo.&lt;/span&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/3450557894877605700-1625391636163242397?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/1625391636163242397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/1625391636163242397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/desde-que-eu-no-voc.html' title='Desde que eu não tenho você'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SK4BB29A6hI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qj_CUVLK2lY/s72-c/file-708730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-9161745344206044545</id><published>2008-08-10T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:01:18.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadê o amor ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SJ9zbxnAvGI/AAAAAAAAANY/iMrD7-KpPVg/s1600-h/mundo04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233028213038431330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SJ9zbxnAvGI/AAAAAAAAANY/iMrD7-KpPVg/s320/mundo04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E então, será que foi só isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;só um beijo e um abraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou será que foi amor ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu gostaria de pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;que nada foi em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;que o amor e a saudade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que tu disse&lt;br /&gt;que sentia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;saísse do coração.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quero pensar que não foi usada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e sim Amada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;por quem realmente amo/amei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É dificil me imaginar sozinha,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa solidão toma conta de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E agora meu coração está vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;essa não foi a minha escolha,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pois foi você que pediu.&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/3450557894877605700-9161745344206044545?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/9161745344206044545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/9161745344206044545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/cad-o-amor.html' title='Cadê o amor ?'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SJ9zbxnAvGI/AAAAAAAAANY/iMrD7-KpPVg/s72-c/mundo04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-8842755720124056858</id><published>2008-07-29T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:39.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SI_4hlQSRSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pVsWktsaLfk/s1600-h/viva+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228670948220224802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SI_4hlQSRSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pVsWktsaLfk/s320/viva+vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis,&lt;br /&gt;tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis&lt;br /&gt;e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fiz coisas por impulso,&lt;br /&gt;já me decepcionei com pessoas quando nunca pensei me decepcionar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;mas também decepcionei alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já abracei pra proteger,&lt;br /&gt;já dei risada quando não podia,&lt;br /&gt;fiz amigos eternos,&lt;br /&gt;amei e fui amado,&lt;br /&gt;mas também já fui rejeitado,&lt;br /&gt;fui amado e não amei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas,&lt;br /&gt;“quebrei a cara muitas vezes”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos,&lt;br /&gt;já liguei só para escutar uma voz,&lt;br /&gt;me apaixonei por um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade&lt;br /&gt;e tive medo de perder alguém especial (e acabei perdendo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vivi, e ainda vivo!&lt;br /&gt;Não passo pela vida…&lt;br /&gt;E você também não deveria passar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva!&lt;br /&gt;Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,&lt;br /&gt;abraçar a vida com paixão,&lt;br /&gt;perder com classe&lt;br /&gt;e vencer com ousadia,&lt;br /&gt;porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve&lt;br /&gt;e a vida é “muito” pra ser insignificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não tenho nada pronto, e acho que esse poema fala muita coisa. Aproveitem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-8842755720124056858?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8842755720124056858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8842755720124056858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva.html' title='Viva!'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SI_4hlQSRSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pVsWktsaLfk/s72-c/viva+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-8913982431985617375</id><published>2008-07-28T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:39.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós dois..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SI6HCwgMkjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/cXgwWhHnsuQ/s1600-h/beijo-na-boca-210108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228264698873156146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SI6HCwgMkjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/cXgwWhHnsuQ/s320/beijo-na-boca-210108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Especial foi pouco para o que senti ao sentar no banco de seu carro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finalmente pude saber como é bom o gosto da sua boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seu cheiro, que por sinal ficou na minha roupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E você sempre me tratando tão bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fazendo-me promessas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dizendo pra eu me cuidar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cuidando de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dizendo que vai sentir saudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que se importa comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É por isso que eu amo você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desse teu jeito doce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que cada vez me encanta mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obrigada pela meia hora que você passou comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Abraçando-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beijando-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sonhando com nós dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-8913982431985617375?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8913982431985617375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/8913982431985617375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/ns-dois.html' title='Nós dois..'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SI6HCwgMkjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/cXgwWhHnsuQ/s72-c/beijo-na-boca-210108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-7204437701444530507</id><published>2008-07-27T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:39.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SI6LZn_pAfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uRV4wU7-Q3c/s1600-h/caminhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SI6LZn_pAfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uRV4wU7-Q3c/s320/caminhar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228269489772626418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;    Desde o dia que você disse que me amava,&lt;br /&gt;não tirei você do pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome fica presente em minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;eu falo teu nome em qualquer momento.&lt;br /&gt;Nada aconteceu ainda entre nós dois,&lt;br /&gt;eu prefiro que isso seja especial,&lt;br /&gt;não precisa ser agora,&lt;br /&gt;pode ser depois.&lt;br /&gt;Só peço que nesse tempo tu não me esqueças,&lt;br /&gt;que como você,&lt;br /&gt;eu não saia da sua cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver o pôr do sol em cima de uma montanha,&lt;br /&gt;ver a lua e contar as estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Quero achar a nossa estrela,&lt;br /&gt;perdida em algum lugar,&lt;br /&gt;não precisa ser a mais brilhante,&lt;br /&gt;nem a maior,&lt;br /&gt;contando que seja nossa vale à pena.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de você aqui comigo,&lt;br /&gt;o seu cheiro no meu travesseiro vai ficar sempre,&lt;br /&gt;onde eu sempre quis que estivesse,&lt;br /&gt;ali do meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;acompanhando os meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Espero ansiosa&lt;br /&gt;o dia em que eu finalmente poderei tocar seus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;Direi eu te amo,&lt;br /&gt;te terei em meus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-7204437701444530507?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7204437701444530507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/7204437701444530507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/meu-pensamento.html' title='Meu pensamento'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SI6LZn_pAfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uRV4wU7-Q3c/s72-c/caminhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-4628979533712273460</id><published>2008-07-23T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:02:00.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur X Marcela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Arthur, sou eu: Marcela, abra a porta por favor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- O que você quer ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Quero conversar com você, por favor abra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Arthur abre a porta e Marcela corre para seus braços:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Meu Deus, que saudade, como você está meu amor ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Nossa, quaaanta confiança para me abraçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Você não vai me perdoar não é mesmo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Vou ouvir o que você tem a dizer antes. 2 min. Começou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Querido, em 2 min eu só consigo dizer que te amo, que sentia medo de me apaixonar por você, e foi isso que aconteceu, por isso fui viajar. Estou sofrendo. Sinto sua falta. Preciso de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Tempo esgotado.&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/3450557894877605700-4628979533712273460?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/4628979533712273460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/4628979533712273460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/arthur-x-marcela.html' title='Arthur X Marcela'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-5592088977552610310</id><published>2008-07-22T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:39.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um só</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SIYCZYeEGpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eYPSbkZeugY/s1600-h/fiftiess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SIYCZYeEGpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eYPSbkZeugY/s320/fiftiess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867052698573458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não quero que você me fale o porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quero encontrar a resposta nos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero ver sua alma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prever seus sonhos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentir seus medos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero conhecer você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero parecer estúpida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas o que eu falo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;é o que eu sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero me encontrar em você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdida num lugarzinho que bate forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se me achar por ali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seremos um só.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e você em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-5592088977552610310?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5592088977552610310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5592088977552610310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-s.html' title='Um só'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SIYCZYeEGpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eYPSbkZeugY/s72-c/fiftiess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-5462216760479450396</id><published>2008-07-17T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:38:25.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh lua minha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SH-H9T_6k3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MF_Ul3su8EA/s1600-h/lua-no-horizonte1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SH-H9T_6k3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MF_Ul3su8EA/s320/lua-no-horizonte1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224043580183188338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como você pode estar tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e ao mesmo tempo tão perto ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por que eu não posso ir aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se você não sai no meu pensamento ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O teu brilho é a única coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;acessa dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E agora, onde estarão as luzes lá fora ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fiz planos mirabolantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tentativas em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;por que as vezes você se esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;partindo meu coração ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi amor a primeira vista:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh lua, desista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;onde você estiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu te acharei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E antes que eu me esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PRECISO ir praí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;só assim saberei se você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;é realmente tudo o que eu imagino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Então fique mais um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as estrelas te fazem companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quero te admirar a noite intera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh lua minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/3450557894877605700-5462216760479450396?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5462216760479450396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5462216760479450396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-lua-minha.html' title='Oh lua minha..'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SH-H9T_6k3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MF_Ul3su8EA/s72-c/lua-no-horizonte1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-6659460042039390151</id><published>2008-07-16T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:39.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor que não deu certo (continuação)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SH5Sx_ht8WI/AAAAAAAAAIw/psklVeUi_a0/s1600-h/942343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SH5Sx_ht8WI/AAAAAAAAAIw/psklVeUi_a0/s320/942343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223703636616278370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    - Arthur, onde está você ? Eu preciso te contar uma novidade. É a décima vez que te ligo hoje. Você não vai me atender ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Cansado de tantas ligações, Arthur atende Marcela:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - O que foi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    - Eu sabia que você estava aí!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Fale logo o que você quer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Estou voltando para o Brasil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    - Ah, vai trazer o seu maridinho pra eu conheçer ?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Não. O único marido que eu quero é você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Por favor Marcela, não me faça de palhaço mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Eu vou lutar por teu amor Arthur. Sabia que a flor que tu me destes ainda esta viva e bonita ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Nossa! Como durou não é ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ela é como o nosso amor, eterno e bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Será ?   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - É claro meu bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - Pense o que quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há dois anos Arthur tenta esquecer Marcela, e quando menos espera, ela liga.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     Pobre Arthur. Amar e não ser amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     E Marcela, só quando perdeu deu valor ao amor que sentia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Esse texto é continuação do: O amor que não deu certo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quem quiser ler aquele pra não ficar perdido fique a vontade, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;é só ir um pouquinho para baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Kisses!&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/3450557894877605700-6659460042039390151?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/6659460042039390151'/><link 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-2245520696525697186</id><published>2008-07-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:40.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SH1IrowBE7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/22H-gQEMLlY/s1600-h/cacaos_nuves_b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SH1IrowBE7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/22H-gQEMLlY/s320/cacaos_nuves_b.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223411057330033586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor não tem hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quando menos esperamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quando não imaginamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aparece um alguém, um porém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As vezes acho que nada vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e quando menos espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;faço da vida um poema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- MaiB&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/3450557894877605700-2245520696525697186?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/2245520696525697186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/2245520696525697186'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHvIaRT-OzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NRtZ_T67yd8/s1600-h/menina..dia+10..melhor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHvIaRT-OzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NRtZ_T67yd8/s320/menina..dia+10..melhor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222988546515548978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu dia foi difícil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi como essa folha em que escrevo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;manchada e vazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apesar de ter ocorrido tudo certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sinto que não foi o bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu queria mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu queria tudo do jeito que eu planejei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;alegre e bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu queria também aquela coisa simples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;para alguns difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;para outros, moleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A chamada amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aquele sentimento recíproco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu queria agradar a todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fazer o meu papel de amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e também de filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E no fim cada um foi para um lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E quando me vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;estava ali no sofá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;deitada, sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Além de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;consegui dizer a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e ambos aceitaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;era apenas algumas horas felizes com meus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;horas sem preocupação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Durmo agora tranquila por desabafar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e agradeço a você que me ouviu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lentamente fecharei meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pois amanhã é um novo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e coisas novas irão acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu quero mais é decolar toda a manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e viver cada segundo como se fosse o ultimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu quero mais é ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa Noite a todos, e uma ótima semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MaiB&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/3450557894877605700-26080833523473744?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/26080833523473744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/26080833523473744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu-queria-mais.html' title='Eu queria mais!'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHvIaRT-OzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NRtZ_T67yd8/s72-c/menina..dia+10..melhor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-5043723666048850020</id><published>2008-07-13T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:40.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto para a lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHp9U7RjOkI/AAAAAAAAAII/T4_zXPklvrc/s1600-h/Alastair%2BMagnaldo13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHp9U7RjOkI/AAAAAAAAAII/T4_zXPklvrc/s320/Alastair%2BMagnaldo13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222624516351670850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amarrei uma corda na lua&lt;br /&gt;Pra ela não fugir de mim&lt;br /&gt;Queria ela de qualquer jeito&lt;br /&gt;Daquele jeito assim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Fiz vários planos loucos&lt;br /&gt;E tentativas em vão&lt;br /&gt;Os foguetes não foram poucos&lt;br /&gt;Queria voltar para pegar meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Perdi lá o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E o gosto da minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Oh lua você está me deixando louca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Espero sempre por você&lt;br /&gt;E a noite demora a chegar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você não vem, continuo a rimar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- MaiB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-5043723666048850020?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5043723666048850020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/5043723666048850020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/soneto-para-lua.html' title='Soneto para a lua'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHp9U7RjOkI/AAAAAAAAAII/T4_zXPklvrc/s72-c/Alastair%2BMagnaldo13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-3265807746817698372</id><published>2008-07-11T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:40.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor que não deu certo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHeCOxhIpYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/veeYdQfgUfc/s1600-h/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHeCOxhIpYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/veeYdQfgUfc/s320/cry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221785483281474946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Arthur deitou na cama e pensou em tudo que havia feito naquele dia em que se sentou ao lado de Marcela, a mulher do olhar mais sincero, dos sentimentos mais bonitos e do coração enorme que ela possuía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;E hoje ela vai embora, vai deixar o país, vai deixar Arthur, que nem se quer teve a chance e a coragem de dizer que a amava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;O vôo sai às nove horas da noite, e ele tem cinco horas para reviver com Marcela os momentos e as coisas que quiser. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Porém, Marcela liga para ele e diz que precisa arrumar as malas, comprar algumas coisas e se despedir de sua família. Arthur perde a chance de falar o que sente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Então se levantou da cama, e foi olhar a chuva fina que caia do céu, como as lágrimas que caiam de seus olhos. E decidiu que às oito horas sairia de casa rumo ao aeroporto. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Passado algum tempo, ele pegou a rosa mais linda e mais vermelha que havia na floricultura para dar junto com a flor o seu amor e seu coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chegando ao aeroporto ele avista Marcela, e vai até lá falar com ela:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Marcela, vou lhe entregar esta rosa como símbolo do meu amor por você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Arthur, o que fazes aqui?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Vim dizer que te amo, e que quero passar mais momentos com você, fique aqui comigo, eu preciso de seus conselhos, de seus abraços, de seu cheiro. Por favor, fique.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Eu não posso, não é por qualquer coisa que vou para Paris.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Você não pode me deixar aqui sozinho, eu preciso te amar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Você não conhece bem seus sentimentos Arthur, pense bem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Você que não conhece meus sentimentos, se soubesse, diria que é verdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Eu vou a Paris para me casar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Casar? Você não conhece ninguém lá.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Eu me apaixonei por um homem lindo e de bom coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- E por que você não me falou isso, pensei que fôssemos amigos, confidentes!?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Eu não queria dizer que ia pra lá, só por um homem que conheci na internet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Bom, agora eu acho que te vejo de um jeito diferente, teu olhar não brilha mais. Fique com a flor que eu lhe dei, e lembre-se de mim quando fizer a coisa certa. Adeus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Espera! Você não vai me desejar boa viagem? Não vai me dar um abraço?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Boa Viagem! Sinta-se abraçada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marcela embarca no avião e quando chega em Paris avista seu lindo homem lhe esperando, logo lembra de Arthur, o amor de sua infância e adolescência. Ao chegar no quarto, deitou na cama, e viu que perdeu a chance de ter alguém junto no seu peito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Arthur abre a janela e vê que a chuva parou, assim como as suas lágrimas que não caem mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- MaiB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-3265807746817698372?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/3265807746817698372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/3265807746817698372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-amor-que-no-deu-certo.html' title='O amor que não deu certo'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHeCOxhIpYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/veeYdQfgUfc/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-6961035322597937360</id><published>2008-07-10T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:40.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O gosto do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHY6HBnaqDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7lW9c2cXxbQ/s1600-h/de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHY6HBnaqDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7lW9c2cXxbQ/s320/de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221424710349924402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alice vivia sozinha, não tinha amigos, não tinha ninguém. O que ela mais gostaria nesse momento era alguém para conversar, alguém que pudesse lhe dar conselhos, que gostasse dela pelo que ela é, não pelo que ela tem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Na verdade, amigos ela tinha, a sua herança fazia eles se aproximarem mais fácil. Porem Alice não contava seus segredos a ninguém, a não ser para as flores que ela plantava no quintal, ou as borboletas que por ali passavam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;O menino por quem ela havia se apaixonado, estava com a menina mais linda da escola. Alice chorava, e todo o dia pedia a lua que trouxesse o seu verdadeiro amor, aquele que não vemos a tempo passar, que queremos ficar juntos pra sempre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vários garotos haviam se declarado a ela, palavras sem sentimentos de amor, apenas de avareza. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Descendo as escadas do colégio, Alice resvalou na frente de todos, que riram de sua cara, mas um menino correu em sua direção, ajudou-a a &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;se levantar, e a levou para casa. Conversaram muito, Alice se sentiu segura, confortável. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Subiram para o quarto, onde ele limpou as mãos dela e falou um pouco sobre sua vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Estava na hora de Felipe ir. Despediram-se, e ele deu um beijo na testa da garota e saiu, Alice então gritou:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Espera! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Felipe virou, e olhou firme nos olhos da menina.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Você vai falar comigo amanhã? - Pediu Alice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- É claro que vou, quando eu achar você, prometo dar um abraço bem apertado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Vou ficar esperando. Boa noite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;No outro dia Felipe avista Alice tão linda sentada sozinha. Logo, ela levanta a cabeça e vê ele com o olhar brilhando, vindo em sua direção com os braços abertos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- O que você está fazendo ai sozinha?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Eu não tenho muitos amigos, esqueceu do que lhe disse ontem?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Pensei que poderia estar com as plantas!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Hoje resolvi ficar aqui para ganhar um abraço.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;O sinal toca. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Bom, eu vou para mim sala, te ligo hoje.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- Não minta pra mim. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sem responder, a mão de Alice resvala na de Felipe que sai em direção a sua sala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;De noite, o garoto liga para a menina que não sai do lado do telefone, e a convida para jantar. Lá ele diz a ela que sua namorada está a caminho da cidade, e que eles não poderiam mais se ver. Alice enche os olhos de lágrimas, e olha firme nos olhos de Felipe, diz estar apaixonada. O garoto, com o aperto no coração, diz que o que ele aprendeu com ela, ficaria no seu coração para sempre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;O menino muito envergonhado pede para dar um beijo nela, pois adoraria saber se sua boca é tudo que ele imaginava. Os dois se beijam, se abraçam, se despedem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Felipe leva Alice para casa, dá um beijo em sua testa, e suas mãos resvalam, o garoto sai da porta, para não mais voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-maiB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-6961035322597937360?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/6961035322597937360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/6961035322597937360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/alice-vivia-sozinha-no-tinha-amigos-no.html' title='O gosto do amor'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHY6HBnaqDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7lW9c2cXxbQ/s72-c/de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-6198842465220213659</id><published>2008-07-08T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:40.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma notícia não agradável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHQJfaWCxEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AVdRmy2fKwY/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHQJfaWCxEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AVdRmy2fKwY/s320/solidao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220808303281620034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Francisco levantou da cama, e foi ao banheiro. Escovou os dentes e fez o que precisava. Voltou ao quarto, abriu a janela, e viu o sol nascer. Olhou pro lado e viu sua mulher tão linda dormindo, deu um beijo nela. Desceu as escadas. Fez um café. Ligou a televisão. Nenhum canal o agradava. Então, ligou uma música calma, que era como estava se sentindo. Respirou fundo e continuou seus afazeres. Deixou a xícara na pia e subiu para o quarto. Vestiu suas roupas, amarrou seus sapatos, escovou os dentes novamente. Deu um beijo em sua mulher. Pegou as chaves do carro e foi trabalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Entrou em seu escritório, e seu chefe estava lá. Nesse momento Sofia, sua mulher, acordou com um mal pressentimento. No mesmo instante pegou o celular e ligou para Francisco :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Alô ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;       - Francisco, estou com um mal pressentimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;       - Posso te ligar daqui a pouco ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;       - Pode. Vou ficar esperando você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Francisco olhou para seu chefe que não estava com um cara muito boa. Tudo de ruim lhe passou pela cabeça. Mas ele, com o olhar muito sincero ouviu o que seu chefe queria lhe dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Olá Sr. Leandro, o que você deseja ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Quero lhe passar um informação não muito boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Por favor, fale logo, não me deixe nessa aflição!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Seu filho morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Desculpa senhor, mais meu filho está vindo de ônibus pra cá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Justamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Obrigado pela informação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Francisco pensou, pensou, e não lhe caia a ficha, como seu filho poderia ter morrido ? Ele estaria vindo para passar o aniversário de seus 18 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   Lembrou-se então do mau pressentimento de sua esposa. Ligou logo pra ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Sofia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Francisco? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Chorando ele conclui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Você sabe o que aconteceu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Então estou indo pra casa, podemos tirar os enfeites e os balões que penduramos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - O que você quer dizer ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    - Te explico melhor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="font-family: verdana;" productid="em casa. Tchau" st="on"&gt;em casa. Tchau&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Francisco agradece ao seu chefe por ter lhe contado pessoalmente a notícia, e vai para casa chorando. Ele nunca havia chorando antes, era um homem com personalidade forte, porem com um bom coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   Abre a porta de casa e vê todos aqueles balões pendurados, e o som do fundo, é a noticia de rádio que sua mulher estaria ouvindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    Francisco sobe, liga o chuveiro,toma um banho com água quente e chora. Veste uma roupa confortável. Sua esposa lhe oferece uma xícara de café forte, e coloca um musica calma, os dois sentam no sofá e se abraçam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;- MaiB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3450557894877605700-6198842465220213659?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/6198842465220213659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/6198842465220213659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/uma-notcia-no-agradvel.html' title='Uma notícia não agradável'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SHQJfaWCxEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AVdRmy2fKwY/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-1402518265560081444</id><published>2008-07-02T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:40.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>qual é a cura ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SGv1rHH7flI/AAAAAAAAAHg/H8O2qkOZs6U/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SGv1rHH7flI/AAAAAAAAAHg/H8O2qkOZs6U/s320/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218534714234338898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dançaremos nas núvens frias,&lt;br /&gt;indecisas, e amargas.&lt;br /&gt;Desceremos logo após cada uma se destruir.&lt;br /&gt;E lá embaixo,&lt;br /&gt;a flor nos espera coberta de mármore.&lt;br /&gt;Como podemos ajudá-la ?&lt;br /&gt;Como descobriremos a cura ?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nem os cientistas descobrirão&lt;br /&gt;que a flor está coberta de ódio,&lt;br /&gt;de ilusão, e sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Não descobrirão que a flor é você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MaiB&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/3450557894877605700-1402518265560081444?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/1402518265560081444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/1402518265560081444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/qual-cura.html' title='qual é a cura ?'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SGv1rHH7flI/AAAAAAAAAHg/H8O2qkOZs6U/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-4935223092251675890</id><published>2008-06-28T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:41.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sua garota..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SGaoC-LtS9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_uuWTjm860U/s1600-h/y1pKUdaBHTGWW9rCCxChzBlPA90Da5JBAJVvHcUrzHoFDoQgx7CLU5hWdSz8MI6DwpkjdTRlOi4vh8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SGaoC-LtS9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_uuWTjm860U/s320/y1pKUdaBHTGWW9rCCxChzBlPA90Da5JBAJVvHcUrzHoFDoQgx7CLU5hWdSz8MI6DwpkjdTRlOi4vh8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217041987360607186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olhe para o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lá as estrelas brilham todo o dia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ache a sua estrela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não tire os olhos dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela é uma garota&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela é a sua garota.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pare de olhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinta a maresia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escute o barulho do mar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acompanhe o quebrar das ondas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;toque seu rock n´roll &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faça ela amar você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostre a sua face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostre que você tem valor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe ela fugir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fique cuidando da sua estrela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas lembre-se:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa estrela é só uma garota.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não o seu oxigênio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MaiB&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/3450557894877605700-4935223092251675890?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/4935223092251675890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/4935223092251675890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/sua-garota.html' title='sua garota..'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SGaoC-LtS9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_uuWTjm860U/s72-c/y1pKUdaBHTGWW9rCCxChzBlPA90Da5JBAJVvHcUrzHoFDoQgx7CLU5hWdSz8MI6DwpkjdTRlOi4vh8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-91207549134073127</id><published>2008-06-27T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:10:08.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e se nada der certo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SGVXAlrCsxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gBQpfgeNsGQ/s1600-h/violao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SGVXAlrCsxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gBQpfgeNsGQ/s320/violao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216671411002848018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como posso te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se você não me conheçe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha cabeça pode entender&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas meu coração não esquece.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para a lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e ela me faz pensar assim:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desejo só um olhar &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e um sorriso seu pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se esse amor não der certo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pego meu violão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e seguirei sozinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquela velha estrada de chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Maiara e Vitória &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/3450557894877605700-91207549134073127?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/91207549134073127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/91207549134073127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/como-posso-te-amar-se-voc-no-me-conhee.html' title='e se nada der certo..'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SGVXAlrCsxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gBQpfgeNsGQ/s72-c/violao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-3629969914296603435</id><published>2008-06-11T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:41.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SFBpSq-A-4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VUnCkkvCzfM/s1600-h/saudad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SFBpSq-A-4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VUnCkkvCzfM/s320/saudad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210780538360626050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Hoje me sinto num dia sentimental. Estou feliz por ter feito tudo que eu precisava fazer, porem estou triste por não estar com quem eu gostaria. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Me bateu uma saudade. Amiga, lembra das tardes inteirinhas que a gente passava juntas? Falando mal ou bem dos outros, davamos coselhos uma a outra, faziamos os temas, tocavamos violão, riamos, e como riamos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Sei que um dia a gente vai se ver, é claro. Você mora ai, e eu aqui, qualquer dia desses eu apareço na tua casa, com uma mala, e a gente mora juntas, como sempre planejamos, apesar das minhas idéias de ir pra outro lugar, não me esqueci de nossos planos, dos nossos sonhos, e nossos desejos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Espero que você esteja bem, que esteja dando tudo certo pra ti. Me aguarde, porque a gente vai faze alguma festa juntas. Comeremos comidas vegetariana, acharemos um namorado, tomaremos sorvete, vamos as compras, e essa saudade vai passar! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Quero dizer que te amo, e sinto muitas saudades!  Um beijo para minha melhor amiga Vitória. E é logico que um pra Judy e outro pra Maria. Que de alguma forma estão mais perto de mim. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MaiB&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/3450557894877605700-3629969914296603435?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/3629969914296603435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/3629969914296603435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje-me-sinto-num-dia-sentimental.html' title='Saudade..'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SFBpSq-A-4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VUnCkkvCzfM/s72-c/saudad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450557894877605700.post-3596156983473327527</id><published>2008-06-02T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:36:41.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor se aproximou de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SEaq1EOncXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HAnpKw7bpQI/s1600-h/casal-de-namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SEaq1EOncXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HAnpKw7bpQI/s320/casal-de-namorados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208037847745393010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E ele se aproximou de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;olhou firme no meu olhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me ofereceu a flor com o perfume mais doce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;para depois minha boca beijar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me falou palavras sinceras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me abraçou como se eu fosse única.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desde então o amor despertou em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;meus olhos brilhavam como o luar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e eu me apaixonei sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sentamos então a beira da praia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e ele nada tinha me dito ainda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e naquele dia eu ouvi as palavras mais lindas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Eu amo você!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MaiB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3450557894877605700-3596156983473327527?l=maiamoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/3596156983473327527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3450557894877605700/posts/default/3596156983473327527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiamoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-amor-se-aproximou-de-mim.html' title='O amor se aproximou de mim'/><author><name>mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00860671476540359547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBYtiFVJ7m0/TdFE7ogOVgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qmmVvllHha0/s220/P4300101%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVGv3RL-pbo/SEaq1EOncXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HAnpKw7bpQI/s72-c/casal-de-namorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
