<?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-5529954014284085142</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:15:50.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Néctar Cítrico</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8553140337472457311</id><published>2012-02-06T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T17:00:59.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imensamente maior do que desejei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6eVzw_WCuHA/TzB3t2-5czI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zvU2M2Nzhu4/s1600/VioletFlameAngel2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6eVzw_WCuHA/TzB3t2-5czI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zvU2M2Nzhu4/s320/VioletFlameAngel2.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Em cada estrela que viatravessar o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Caindo nalgum lugar, onde meusolhos não podiam alcançar,&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Eu via o seu semblante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Uma virgem feição&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Expressão ainda nua em minhamente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Muito medo eu senti, caindonalgum lugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;E, sem estrelas a me visitar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;A solidão decidiu me guiar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Sem eira nem beira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Num dia de desamor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;O desejo partiu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Ocultou em mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;A fé de um dia encontrar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;A imagem viva,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Feita de todos os traços &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Desenhados por mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;E lançados ao céu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Desesperadamente, em cada olhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Quantas efígies eu toquei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Vazias, foscas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;“Asteróides” que decerto &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Ao devastar o meu mundo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Fizeram-me voltar nalgum lugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Lugar das pequenas pedrasencontradas em meu caminho &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Que eu ajuntava, acrescendo ummonte &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Pra chegar a você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Ali sentada no pequenopedregulho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Em encontro com o nada &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;A estrela maior se pôs &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;A boca da noite se abriu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Atravessando o céu, uma luzdescambou do meu lado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Era você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Imensamente maior do quedesejei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Hoje, percebo que o tempo passado caindonalgum lugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Foi o tempo em que a minhaestrela, estava sendo esculpida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Lá, exatamente, onde meus olhosnão podiam alcançar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Viva a linda do mar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Dizem que é rainha, santa, orixá&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Por vezes, mito ou mistério do mar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;De umbanda, batuque e xambá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Mãe fecunda da água e do lar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;É pra ti que saúdo agora&lt;br /&gt;Viva, Odoiá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- by Val Costa Pinho -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-2831419053553389613?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2831419053553389613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2831419053553389613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2012/02/yemanja.html' title='Yemanjá'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEOYUg9MbN8/Tyrf2WNbvSI/AAAAAAAAAkw/DwLgMXoRe4w/s72-c/orixa010_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-1136584367925210436</id><published>2012-01-17T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:07:52.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subliminar, sem você</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uct3bKJnsuo/TxYiWQbtTqI/AAAAAAAAAko/l1vHHen2P4g/s1600/imagem+brisa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uct3bKJnsuo/TxYiWQbtTqI/AAAAAAAAAko/l1vHHen2P4g/s320/imagem+brisa.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;É, &amp;nbsp;“nobody said it was easy”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E deste lugar que me encontro agora, observo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um prendedor de cabelos em cima de um estojo de maquiagensque eu nem sei usar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um rolo de fita colante por cima de fios desconectados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um molho de chaves preso entre caixinhas de som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E a música termina com suaves bramidos e se repete novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Nobody Saidit was easy” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ficar sem você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Daqui, tudo parece subliminar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que eu quero prender, o que não sei usar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que deveria ser colado, conectado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por que o que poderia abrir caminhos está unido ao que causabarulho e agonia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que causa estes pequenos sons que só se repetem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Na parte de cima, os meus olhos miram os CDs que estãocriando uma camada áspera e estranha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Em cima deles um coração, um desses porta-coisas que guardammiudezas, fazendo com que elas não se percam por aí,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda assim, elas se perdem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por trás de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um lençol enrolado e um travesseiro solitário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um papel de bombom no canto acompanhando uma bíblia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E do espelho empoeirado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu vejo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E mais uma vez a música termina e recomeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De onde vem tanta estranheza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que faz um coração estar tão alto e ainda assim, sentir-se“assim, assim”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por que me tenho tão pequena em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Onde estou, por que não me acho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vejo que o enrolado sempre se torna solitário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por que não encontro a doce lembrança de nossas orações?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por que na poeira eu só vejo você?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seria eu a própria poeira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Em meio a alguns livros, um título desponta em meus olhos “LaçosEternos”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mais à direita a cor verde de um "Nietzschie" sobressai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Parece querer cair por cima dos óculos escuros postos naescrivaninha, “Vontade de potência - parte um”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Só me resta um sorriso e mil vontades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Volto a atenção para a música e ironicamente ela diz:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Ohlet's go back to the start”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As mensagens do que não posso ver ainda ecoam por aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quem rompeu o que nos prendia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De onde vem a escuridão que me proíbe de ir ao encontro das minhasmil vontades?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Essa “parte um” exige uma “parte dois” ouacompanha o pedido em lamento de voltarmos para o começo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo parece tão subliminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E eu pareço psicoticamente perdida sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-1136584367925210436?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1136584367925210436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1136584367925210436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2012/01/subliminar-sem-voce.html' title='Subliminar, sem você'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uct3bKJnsuo/TxYiWQbtTqI/AAAAAAAAAko/l1vHHen2P4g/s72-c/imagem+brisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5953105155196768302</id><published>2011-12-31T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:42:46.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28Jkb3s68H4/Tv7uIHTWDLI/AAAAAAAAAkg/kssE27wBtg8/s1600/CART%25C3%2583O-ano-novo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28Jkb3s68H4/Tv7uIHTWDLI/AAAAAAAAAkg/kssE27wBtg8/s320/CART%25C3%2583O-ano-novo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Foi um prazer tervivido o ano de 2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Prazer”, esta foi asensação mais marcante deste ano em minha vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Minha vida” foi aque vivi, a que posso viver.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Comigo estiveram osmelhores, os meus melhores, os necessários para viver o meu momento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Momento”, este vemno plural e foram vividos entre lágrimas e sorrisos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sorriso” expressãoque se faz presente quando lembro que este ano conclui o curso de Psicologia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Psicologia” que mefez aprender e desaprender coisas da vida que, tidas como certas ou erradas, atrapalhavamo meu percurso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Percurso” que nãoestá começando agora e espero que também não termine neste momento.&lt;br /&gt;“Momento”, repetição que desponta livremente em minha mente e, mais uma vez, traz boaslembranças de um ano que está no final.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se o ano será omesmo, se eu serei a mesma, só saberei no final do próximo ano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que venha 2012!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desejo que todosvivam as suas vidas e sintam prazer em vivê-las!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seria importanteaprender que, VIVER A VIDA COM OUTRA PESSOA É MUITO DIFERENTE DE VIVER A VIDADE OUTRA PESSOA!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&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/5529954014284085142-5953105155196768302?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5953105155196768302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5953105155196768302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2011/12/foi-um-prazer-ter-vivido-o-ano-de-2011.html' title='Pessoal'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28Jkb3s68H4/Tv7uIHTWDLI/AAAAAAAAAkg/kssE27wBtg8/s72-c/CART%25C3%2583O-ano-novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-7650416761324479091</id><published>2011-11-13T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:05:12.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Até o fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Olhalá a minha ternura raiando &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Emdias de relampejo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Meumedo, faceiro se vai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Aquiloenvolta dela é sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Viso,aviso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sejalá o que for isso, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Écoisa linda de Deus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Asua vinda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Éuma bem-aventurança&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dessesdias de rara esperança&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Quea vida a mim, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Veiomimosear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Olhaque lá, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Jáse torna perto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Edecerto por nem um decreto &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Heide lhe deixar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esse de repente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Queacertou o destino da gente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Éum presente dos dias de festa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Berlin Sans FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Quenós até o fim de nós, iremos brindar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFNqgqdc_8Q/TsAuAV71NbI/AAAAAAAAAkU/6Aeix-2CMXc/s1600/73324_Papel-de-Parede-Amor-Eterno_1440x900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFNqgqdc_8Q/TsAuAV71NbI/AAAAAAAAAkU/6Aeix-2CMXc/s320/73324_Papel-de-Parede-Amor-Eterno_1440x900.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 19px;"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Escutando o som que vem do fundo, por trás da vozda artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Eu viajo por trás dos meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Então tento sentir o que vem antes de podersignificar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Um caminho com gravetos amarelados do sol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Um vento com cheiro de tempo que já passou tempodemais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;É,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Hoje os pingos de lágrimas beirando os meus olhos,são de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Fazendo sombra a dor que nasce assim do nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Me vem o sorriso sorrateiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;O piano que faz companhia a artista, começa aassoprar imagens vivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Uma sutileza que já começa a machucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Então tento achar sentido sem me achar nele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Saudade é coisa estranha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Traz você por todas as direções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Você que já não é mais ninguém e, ainda assim,consegue ser tantos em um só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A leitura de todos os dias, a qual eu nunca sabereionde se dará o final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Saudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Dos vários artistas que fizeram parte de minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Da minha infância, meus amigos que nunca iriam seafastar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Da minha preta e o seu latido sem igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Do meu Oz, que não era da Alice, nem era mágico,mas sabia me encantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Saudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Dos dias em que o tempo chegava sem pressa de irembora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Das borboletas do campinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Do topo das árvores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Das frutas no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Das quedas sem traumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;É,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Isso é apenas uma saudade que nasce assim por trásde algum lugar e insiste em ficar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Assim como esse piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Que encontrei lá no fundo por trás da voz daartista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Só pra poder me acompanhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;By Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-4905579657143061478?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/4905579657143061478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/4905579657143061478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2011/10/escutando-o-som-que-vem-do-fundo.html' title='Uma saudade...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yP5qgwA6wNk/Tqh4-qoswlI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Or2L00KsEE0/s72-c/pensativa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-1971891587434816417</id><published>2011-09-26T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:21:21.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A resposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Okhw4qPdbDg/ToDeQoHMTRI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TivQq3P0xV4/s1600/de+olhos+fechados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Okhw4qPdbDg/ToDeQoHMTRI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TivQq3P0xV4/s320/de+olhos+fechados.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Então eufecho os olhos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;(Euqueria acordar ao teu lado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Saber doteu sorriso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;O queele espera de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Sersereia em tuas lágrimas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;E quandoa maré baixar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Aparecersolta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Sem presas,te apanhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Queriaum dia de sol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Piscandocalor de levinho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Querendona rede deitar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Fazer anós, companhia &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Aclarandoo nosso lugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Quandoviesse o adeus de mansinho, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Ver anoite chegar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Viajarentre as fileiras de estrelas em seus olhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Meperder em teu ser, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Deixar osono chegar)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;...à esperade mais uma vez lhe ouvir perguntar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Algosobre o sentido da vida e enfim poder lhe ofertar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Com osmeus olhos abertos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Refletindoa resposta em meu olhar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-1971891587434816417?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1971891587434816417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1971891587434816417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2011/09/resposta.html' title='A resposta'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Okhw4qPdbDg/ToDeQoHMTRI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TivQq3P0xV4/s72-c/de+olhos+fechados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-7541321632794811871</id><published>2011-08-31T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:13:27.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fora de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqfCidCUW9Y/Tl71J5b7xQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/6SlZCW6T3es/s1600/ausencia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqfCidCUW9Y/Tl71J5b7xQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/6SlZCW6T3es/s320/ausencia.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;E,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Se eu não for o que você espera de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Se eu não for tua redenção&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O espelho de tua razão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;As tuas palavras incompletas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O tempo "certo das horas incertas"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Se eu não for o corpo a se deleitar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Um cheiro bailando ao vento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Um gosto peculiar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Que faz o teu sentir vibrar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;(?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Talvez eu seja a voz da fantasia &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Que você espera em seus ideais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Talvez eu nem seja ninguém&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E se alguém eu for &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Como você poderá ver além de si mesmo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Como libertar-se de si mesmo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E buscar por fora do próprio desejo alguém queseja real?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Se eu não for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O que é real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-7541321632794811871?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7541321632794811871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7541321632794811871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2011/08/tua-razao.html' title='Fora de mim'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqfCidCUW9Y/Tl71J5b7xQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/6SlZCW6T3es/s72-c/ausencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-2375951333474267554</id><published>2011-07-28T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T21:49:42.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É um tanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RVBerzxnF8Y/TjI5lMtlMoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/fluDDTv0GHk/s1600/letra-esperando-avioes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RVBerzxnF8Y/TjI5lMtlMoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/fluDDTv0GHk/s1600/letra-esperando-avioes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É um tanto para mim ambíguo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que de origem me tornou viajante de mim mesma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faltando e escorregando neste meu real&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que se esconde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que protege este cenário virgem aos olhos do Outro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sendo igual ou diferente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É um tanto para mim estranho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma força, um desejo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que se calam e adormecem,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Retornando em chamas e fazendo arder o que pulsa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em pensar que não existe o Rei que há tanto prende a minha atenção em ummundo nebuloso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em pensar que um fantasma regressa sempre de dentro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Refletindo no espelho que é só meu, o ser que penso ser&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que devo pintar para colorir a minha casa?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quais cores podem quebrantar o medo opressor?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É um tanto para mim ingênuo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fantasiar o meu pensar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ludibriando o que sinto e&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simplesmente desistir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do que me protejo, me escondendo entre paredes neutras?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que faz com que as coisas do mundo sejam um tanto mais do que os meusolhos possam enxergar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A resposta brota ao final de cada interrogação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um tanto de coragem é preciso para ir além do próprio semblante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É um tanto para mim simples a compreensão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Difícil é seguir o caminho que leva às cores mais brandas eapaziguadoras daquele cenário oculto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Difícil, é convidar a plêiade que reflete dos olhos amados a bailar porentre as chamas lançadas pelo irreal Rei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É simplesmente deixar de "amar" o que me faz sofrer!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Parte superior doformulário&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border: none; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 1.0pt 0cm 0cm 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 1.0pt 0cm 0cm 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Parte inferior doformulário&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-2375951333474267554?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2375951333474267554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2375951333474267554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-um-tanto.html' title='É um tanto...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RVBerzxnF8Y/TjI5lMtlMoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/fluDDTv0GHk/s72-c/letra-esperando-avioes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5270845980318716489</id><published>2011-06-30T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:22:45.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LmNOeKvq-zY/Tg0u7y4xsuI/AAAAAAAAAjs/oKk6JmVySGQ/s1600/abismo1-PENSAR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LmNOeKvq-zY/Tg0u7y4xsuI/AAAAAAAAAjs/oKk6JmVySGQ/s320/abismo1-PENSAR.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Nãome deixo levar por convicções que não são convenientes ao meu presente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Nãoquestiono o que leva alguém a questionar novos hábitos, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;atitudes e comportamentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Tenhotantos valores em desuso&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Moraldemais pra me calar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Umsuperego insuportável&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Umego deveras inflado e por que não dizer, inflamado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Tenhoaprendido sobre as causas e efeitos da vida que me permito seguir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Nãoestou a falar de lei alguma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Nãosei o bastante sobre isso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Nãosei de certezas, elas não imperam em meus pensamentos&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Nãosei quais as escolhas certas a fazer, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Sepenso demais, não sinto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Sesinto demais, não penso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Importantemesmo é o movimento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Atentandopara não esbarrar muito forte em alguém&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Issome lembra dor, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Nãosou imune a esta sensação &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Equando a sinto, não procuro a quem ferir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Aprendique a reciprocidade demanda sintonia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Ese sofro por quem não deveria sofrer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Oerro está no costume em sintonizar errado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Issome lembra música &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Alguéma bailar num cenário atemporal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Forado contexto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Pensandobem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Euaté me deixo levar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Sónão sei por onde e até quando!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-5270845980318716489?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5270845980318716489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5270845980318716489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2011/06/pensando-bem.html' title='Pensando bem...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LmNOeKvq-zY/Tg0u7y4xsuI/AAAAAAAAAjs/oKk6JmVySGQ/s72-c/abismo1-PENSAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-9097289830000536530</id><published>2011-05-29T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T18:51:59.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Até hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tssl6a6VxfU/TeL3Z6pK2YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/_0EO3R7xWKQ/s1600/distante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tssl6a6VxfU/TeL3Z6pK2YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/_0EO3R7xWKQ/s320/distante.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Edaquele dia até hoje&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Sylfaen;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Quemesmo amanhã será hoje&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Vocênão se desfaz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Dentro,um vazio, uma saudade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;A minhador&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Tristezase achega&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Praperto do peito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Namente lampeja&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Umpouco da vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;A gente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;E lá dadistância que nem dá pra avistar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;O meudesejo teima em te buscar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Revestede esperança a fantasia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Que vemvoando&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Quandode dia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Posatrazendo consigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;O mesmosilêncio dos dias que fiquei a te esperar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;Atéhoje...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tunga;"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-9097289830000536530?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/9097289830000536530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/9097289830000536530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2011/05/ate-hoje.html' title='Até hoje...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tssl6a6VxfU/TeL3Z6pK2YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/_0EO3R7xWKQ/s72-c/distante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-3126297690414590294</id><published>2011-04-12T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:54:26.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua Cria</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkaO20ih9Qk/TaTkJ-WLpCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GHv62-tSKJ4/s1600/rodin-fugit-amor-granger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkaO20ih9Qk/TaTkJ-WLpCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GHv62-tSKJ4/s320/rodin-fugit-amor-granger.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Os braços abertos para&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Ti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 17px;"&gt;Refletindo a minha satisfação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Buscava "vida" em minha criação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Como me moldar diante de Ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Era a minha agonia, minha consumição&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;E tudo que eu via&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Retido em teus olhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Tinha melancolia e dor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;E nessa imagem eu ia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Formando-me como ser sem guia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Forjada nesse ser embotado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Porém, bom pastor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Meu frio acobertado seria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Eu sei que me sorria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;E tudo o que eu via&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Vinha pra mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Mesmo quando tu ias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Fingindo que nada sentia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Que de imaginário eu não seria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;A causa do&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;teu&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;E tudo que eu queria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Para além do seu desejo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Seria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Ser símbolo de tua cria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Concebida em alegria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Distante de teu "senhor"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Fui símbolo do teu vazio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Tua falta, teu clamor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Me fiz um objeto direto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Sem saber um incompleto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;E hoje o que sei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Decerto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;No tempo que nada é certo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Só certo é o&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;meu&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;grande amor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-3126297690414590294?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3126297690414590294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3126297690414590294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2011/04/tua-cria.html' title='Tua Cria'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkaO20ih9Qk/TaTkJ-WLpCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GHv62-tSKJ4/s72-c/rodin-fugit-amor-granger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-4181745790546096094</id><published>2011-04-02T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:16:09.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9a3GIGSf7HI/TZdZbYUcePI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QHbFR5l38G0/s1600/dois+corpos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9a3GIGSf7HI/TZdZbYUcePI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QHbFR5l38G0/s320/dois+corpos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Anteos olhos meus que te comem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tume devoras e traças&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Antea boca minha que te suga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tume mordes e mascas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Osdedos meus que se nutrem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tuenvolves e gastas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Gemidosmeus que sucumbem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Osteus diante os meus, ultrapassam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nessescorpos nús que se unem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tue eu, fogo e brasa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ummeu e teu que se funde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nesse nós que goza e mata&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-4181745790546096094?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/4181745790546096094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/4181745790546096094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2011/04/fusao.html' title='Fusão'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9a3GIGSf7HI/TZdZbYUcePI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QHbFR5l38G0/s72-c/dois+corpos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5203852286770030248</id><published>2011-03-20T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:12:11.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cocci"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r5-PhpPzxyI/TYazqrdNBbI/AAAAAAAAAjc/SM3C2eLbigg/s1600/joaninha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r5-PhpPzxyI/TYazqrdNBbI/AAAAAAAAAjc/SM3C2eLbigg/s320/joaninha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Cocci,tua cabeça menina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Pequena inconsciente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Corpo,cor de coração&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Diante àmão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;De quema segura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Écriatura ingênua&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Tuabeleza miúda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Teusolhos que ninguém ver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Chorajunto ao orvalho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Dianteos passos de longos dias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;É fé quehá de ter?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Cocci, teuspontos pretinhos belos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Pintamtua singela feição&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;À palmada mão do mundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Trilhaas linhas do destino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Emsilêncio &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Vaiditando a sua missão &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Fazvaler o seu tamanho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;E condiçãode pequenino ser&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Buscandona vida que lhe segura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;As possíveisformas de viver!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-5203852286770030248?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-3526489602454155451</id><published>2011-02-13T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:12:46.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sons de prazer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZSYiCJ2nYE/TViNuT0QfXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XfxqBHw1xEY/s1600/musica-e-sexo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZSYiCJ2nYE/TViNuT0QfXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XfxqBHw1xEY/s320/musica-e-sexo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A minha arte demusicar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sons de prazer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Vem do gosto suave,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Por momentos, voraz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;De você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;São dós, rés, mís efás&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fraseando em meuouvido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Notas repetidasincontidas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fazendo soar porentre a alcova que nos abriga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;O canto que mais desejei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A vibração que embalaos nossos corpos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Poetiza as palavrasditas num olhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Se firmando entrebeijos e toques maestrais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E a canção tendenteao fim &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Traz com o gozosolene&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não apenas um coralde nossas variantes vogais &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Em compasso com anossa vontade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Na frequência denossos corações &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Traz também umasúplica&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A repetição dasnotas que não alcançamos &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Numa nova canção &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E quem sabe, outrasmais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;High Tower Text&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-3526489602454155451?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3526489602454155451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3526489602454155451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2011/02/minha-arte-de-musicar-sons-de-prazer.html' title='Sons de prazer...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZSYiCJ2nYE/TViNuT0QfXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XfxqBHw1xEY/s72-c/musica-e-sexo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8838926439144938340</id><published>2011-01-28T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:40:33.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só eu sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TUNiz229imI/AAAAAAAAAjM/y8t-jDhIZ-Y/s1600/Alma-abandonada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TUNiz229imI/AAAAAAAAAjM/y8t-jDhIZ-Y/s320/Alma-abandonada.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Oque reina entre as intempéries de minh'alma?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Ascores díspares guardadas na memória&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Daquelescaminhos que avistei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Oscheiros da minha história&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Cheirode mato molhado &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Flordo meu jardim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Dasborboletas que inocente cacei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Traziabeleza ao meu dia, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;E asensação de outrora, da minha alegria,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Sóeu sei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Cortesde lanças afiadas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Roubaramaquele sorriso infantil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Pormuitas estações&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Quemvê o que vejo de mim mesma?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Visõesde um lugar que só eu sei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Umsofrer a dor que é só minha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Um tormentopassado que passei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Sãolembranças escritas em páginas úmidas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Oolhar da criança em mim &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Quelá deixei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Quevolta em silêncio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Naespreita de um momento &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Prame proteger de lugares que antes andei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Oque reina nas águas calmas de minh'alma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Ascores em sintonia com o equilíbrio que alcancei, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Doscaminhos onde há escolhas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Ondesou o rei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Cheirode uma nova história&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Deum novo jardim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Ondeas borboletas em liberdade &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Voejama encantar com a sua beleza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Trazendoem mim a inocência que na tormenta, deixei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;E asensação ao olhar as minhas cicatrizes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Aopensar um tempo que não volta mais,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Nemme dói tanto assim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;E hoje,quem vê o que vejo de mim mesma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Notao tanto de criança em mim que guardei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Daquelaque abre os braços &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;E voltaem sorrisos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Ame mostrar que onde houve dor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Momentosde amor, também vivenciei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Existindoentre tempestades ou águas calmas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Oque eu pude aprender pela dor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;E oquanto de mim, estou a alcançar pelo amor que ficou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Tornou-meaprendiz de uma vida, cujo destino cabe a mim escrever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Eonde estou?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Sóeu sei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;by Val Costa 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TRvOI3sNHKI/AAAAAAAAAio/nGk5-oTVkRo/s1600/saudade+daquele+amor+graciele+gessner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Você nasce dos meus chamados&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Do amém sagrado de cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Daqueles desejos que apertam o imaginário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Fazendo refletir múltiplos cenários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Nos quais há sempre um encontro entre o meu desejo e a minha verdade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;O qual se resume em Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Se há razão, eu a encontro quando me basta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ela se refaz em Você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;A razão que me cala o ego ferino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;A razão que desafina o tom das palavras ditas bem depressa para nãoperder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Os versos do seu sorriso a casar com a melodia refletida dos seus olhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;A canção a me ninar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Pretexto a ganhar o seu colo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;O meu céu sossegador&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Bendita seja essa lembrança&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Que mais parece amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;By Val Costa Pinho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TRvOI3sNHKI/AAAAAAAAAio/nGk5-oTVkRo/s72-c/saudade+daquele+amor+graciele+gessner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-1208798766786769247</id><published>2010-12-05T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T13:06:21.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas me deixo brincar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TPukMnRMdbI/AAAAAAAAAic/Q8WeVI_CGZY/s1600/simplicidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TPukMnRMdbI/AAAAAAAAAic/Q8WeVI_CGZY/s320/simplicidade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Até que eu me conheça, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não sei entre o maior e o menor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem ganha mais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qual a melhor carona&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O melhor lugar para estar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sei de dialetos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Línguas estranhas ou qual o verbo achamar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não entendo de moda,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Só a minha própria, de um dia assim,sei lá!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É como um papel ao vento,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ao final do dia cheio de borrões,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, expresso a cada caminhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não me importa a tua cara,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teu status ou teu véu, nem sequeres te mostrar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Só sou o que sou e quando quero&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E se não quero, o que vem &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vem me achar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sei dos meus problemas e amparo outros &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É a vida &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É onde quero ficar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quanto as tuas amarras e o teu pesar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não se importe comigo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu to vivendo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um dia chego lá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E do lá que falo nem eu imagino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou passando os dias &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pra que tanta frescura?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, não sei do que falo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Só sei que me divirto à beça,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fingindo ser a boba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De um rei sem lar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem sabe seja assim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A descoberta do que procuro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A simplicidade de ser &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De viver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De cantar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remando em afluentes e fora do mar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quanto ao meu destino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deixo pra mente, que vai puxando &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um pouco das horas a imaginar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um tempo que ainda não veio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E se estiver longe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que fique por lá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tanto de hoje me basta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Embora a tantos incomode a calma que tenho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É assim mesmo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que querer a tantos mudar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu me divirto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lembrou da boba e do lar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talvez eu já me conheça um tanto quanto o suficiente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pra não me enganar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E se me engano, é porque quero&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apenas me deixo brincar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-1208798766786769247?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1208798766786769247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1208798766786769247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/12/apenas-me-deixo-brincar.html' title='Apenas me deixo brincar!'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TPukMnRMdbI/AAAAAAAAAic/Q8WeVI_CGZY/s72-c/simplicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8605957203840832105</id><published>2010-11-02T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:17:48.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que seja assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TNAp7chMWJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SXzUVgwS114/s1600/fundo_quero_olhar_nos_seus_olhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TNAp7chMWJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SXzUVgwS114/s320/fundo_quero_olhar_nos_seus_olhos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Estou sendo um tanto mais de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Um tanto de amor mais que ontem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;De se perder em ilusão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Ver sentimentos nascer &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Em cores virgens, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Em novos traços&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tortos como alguém que escreveu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O certo nos caminhos teus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que um encontro há tanto espera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E chama o teu existir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confiando a ti, que célere me façadesejo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou sendo um tanto mais pedinte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tornando-te guia da minha razão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Culpa da minha &lt;u&gt;calma&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vem e finda ferida aberta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sacia o apetite voraz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que seja um ser além de mim &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que seja assaz impetuoso &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enquanto dure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8605957203840832105?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8605957203840832105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8605957203840832105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/11/que-seja-assim.html' title='Que seja assim...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TNAp7chMWJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SXzUVgwS114/s72-c/fundo_quero_olhar_nos_seus_olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-2413532922871135448</id><published>2010-10-30T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:58:54.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TMyccw6gyvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/DJgn-SDiSDg/s1600/ESSA+AQUI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TMyccw6gyvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/DJgn-SDiSDg/s320/ESSA+AQUI.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Agora o céu está nublado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Seria a minha visão?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Eu não estou entendendo muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Peguei a carona errada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Lá, fora de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Está escuro, mas não dói&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Os braços da escuridão estão abertos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Há luzes quando fecho os meus olhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Estou em êxtase&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Seja o que for&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Estou acordada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Tudo parece ter sentido até ele se perder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O meio termo parece o ideal até se tornar um termoe meio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Nada é tolo e o tudo é excessivo demais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Está chovendo forte &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Há obstáculos postos à frente do meu lar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Fora de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Preciso voltar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Não vejo outro caminho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Encontro-me parada no sinal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Precisando de uma condução&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;As luzes começam a atordoar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Os letreiros com tantas frases reais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;A vida real está a me gritar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ainda estou aqui&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Voltando-me para dentro &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Visto que sou a que deseja&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Caio de joelhos, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Pedindo perdão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Estranhamente perdida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Agora, sem tampões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dói querer esse prazer maquiado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ela não pára&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;A perdição se dissolve nela,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Inquieta, castradora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Traz-me, expulsando a voz-amiga cruel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Volto ao meu lar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Aqui, dentro de mim &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Por cair em tentação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sou dor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E não sou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mas estou de volta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Construindo barreiras para não andar como andei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dias e dias fora da realidade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Verásemergir as promessas do teu coração&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dandofim a&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;uma longa espera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/10/vida-em-suas-emocoes.html' title='Vida em suas emoções...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TMr4VzbyZmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/qiAJci1lb2E/s72-c/94195_Papel-de-Parede-Olhar-Fixo--94195_1440x900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-6920762586473420072</id><published>2010-09-24T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:04:21.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em cada estação</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Esperem a colheita dos seus corpos esmorecidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando não mais a luz se fizer par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ou se deixem ludibriar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Buscando perfumar o consciente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Contagiando o fosco inanimado que os dominam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Deleitando-se do “doce engano” que a vida proporciona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Em cada escolha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Em cada estação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-6920762586473420072?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6920762586473420072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6920762586473420072'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TIbuD7_ul9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/WXqdL2dMBso/s1600/mulher-no-espelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TIbuD7_ul9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/WXqdL2dMBso/s200/mulher-no-espelho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514356545173755858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O amor da minha vida atual&lt;br /&gt;É delirante, &lt;br /&gt;Seus sonhos flutuam numa esfera que só os seus olhos podem mirar&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas velas acesas iluminam as fendas de sua mente &lt;br /&gt;E nem mil luzes de neon podem explicar&lt;br /&gt;A gaita de fole que toca um pedaço de música donzela&lt;br /&gt;Alegra o tiquinho de juízo que insiste em ficar&lt;br /&gt;A leveza de sua companhia em dias de contenda &lt;br /&gt;E o desejo de desejar é tudo que lhe basta &lt;br /&gt;É o presente a pintar&lt;br /&gt;Imagens de abraços polidos em braços do travesseiro amigo a esperar&lt;br /&gt;Até a última hora de um sono que nem quer chegar&lt;br /&gt;É a irretocável figura do espelho que reflete o amor verdadeiro de sua própria face, a lhe confortar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/5529954014284085142-2784743763304129808?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2784743763304129808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2784743763304129808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-amor-da-minha-vida-atual.html' title='O amor da minha vida atual'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TIbuD7_ul9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/WXqdL2dMBso/s72-c/mulher-no-espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5475346860062567051</id><published>2010-09-06T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:36:30.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu merecimento passageiro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TIWUlTiI84I/AAAAAAAAAh8/iVOTX6uO4_I/s1600/10_by_przypadek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TIWUlTiI84I/AAAAAAAAAh8/iVOTX6uO4_I/s320/10_by_przypadek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513976687404577666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Foi você &lt;br /&gt;A me deter &lt;br /&gt;Naquele instante de escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Onde desejei me perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você&lt;br /&gt;Uma única luz&lt;br /&gt;Uma única vez&lt;br /&gt;Meu pretérito mais-que-perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Conjugação dos meus desejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas saudades acidentais, &lt;br /&gt;É você&lt;br /&gt;Teimosa aparição &lt;br /&gt;Enjaulada dentro de uma tonta vontade&lt;br /&gt;Mordaz, viciosa&lt;br /&gt;Pulsante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes sinais que não alcanço&lt;br /&gt;Também é você&lt;br /&gt;Meu merecimento passageiro&lt;br /&gt;Realidade distante&lt;br /&gt;Que me acerta &lt;br /&gt;Ensinando-me a caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Fora dos meus anseios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/5529954014284085142-5475346860062567051?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5475346860062567051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5475346860062567051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/09/meu-merecimento-passageiro.html' title='Meu merecimento passageiro...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TIWUlTiI84I/AAAAAAAAAh8/iVOTX6uO4_I/s72-c/10_by_przypadek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-9030063261223631139</id><published>2010-08-30T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:24:29.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me há</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/THxXby2vEAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/UZfifWCtGGg/s1600/olhar%252520dentro%5B1%5D_png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/THxXby2vEAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/UZfifWCtGGg/s200/olhar%252520dentro%5B1%5D_png.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511376179014078466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Olha lá&lt;br /&gt;Há um olhar&lt;br /&gt;No ar há&lt;br /&gt;Não me há&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só há&lt;br /&gt;O olhar &lt;br /&gt;A desviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, que pena&lt;br /&gt;Lá não me há&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/5529954014284085142-9030063261223631139?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/9030063261223631139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/9030063261223631139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/08/olha-la-ha-um-olhar-no-ar-ha-nao-me-ha.html' title='Não me há'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/THxXby2vEAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/UZfifWCtGGg/s72-c/olhar%252520dentro%5B1%5D_png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8229725563762173738</id><published>2010-08-15T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:42:56.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frágil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TGgT8_YJCzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jj8-C_vXZk0/s1600/377425107.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TGgT8_YJCzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jj8-C_vXZk0/s320/377425107.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505672482986199858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chovia, &lt;br /&gt;Como único cúmplice&lt;br /&gt;Os fios de ouro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço de anjo&lt;br /&gt;Sarava o frio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um roço acalanto  &lt;br /&gt;Surgiu a culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela maldade do mau julgamento,&lt;br /&gt;A transformação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inocência frágil&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que toca e não é bom&lt;br /&gt;Dói&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo se refaz&lt;br /&gt;Então renasce &lt;br /&gt;Outra luz a envolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É proteção,&lt;br /&gt;Passageira &lt;br /&gt;É ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, &lt;br /&gt;Um fado&lt;br /&gt;Meteoro sem domínio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela falta, a fuga&lt;br /&gt;Pela lembrança, a desordem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8229725563762173738?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8229725563762173738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8229725563762173738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/08/fragil.html' title='Frágil'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TGgT8_YJCzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jj8-C_vXZk0/s72-c/377425107.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-771737591181806619</id><published>2010-08-07T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T09:27:32.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu abraço de hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TF4P3KrIGcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NhXBhBG6050/s1600/abra%C3%A7ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TF4P3KrIGcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NhXBhBG6050/s320/abra%C3%A7ar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502853235125787074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sentir o frio agasalhar a pele,&lt;br /&gt;Distraindo a mente da companhia dos ventos &lt;br /&gt;Que guiam os passos em direção &lt;br /&gt;Àquela antiga dor sem nome,&lt;br /&gt;É o meu abraço de hoje &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O frio que nutre meus espaços em abandono &lt;br /&gt;Sensibiliza uma força doentia&lt;br /&gt;Que sorve a quietude sombria &lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz nevar o pó das dores &lt;br /&gt;Há tempos&lt;br /&gt;Atidos num cenário sem visitantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brota de meus poros&lt;br /&gt;Sendo levado pela sorte&lt;br /&gt;Suspenso no infinito&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O frio que agora se agarra às minhas entranhas &lt;br /&gt;Pulsa fagulhas de luz a despertar a minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Pronta para um novo abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-771737591181806619?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/771737591181806619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/771737591181806619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-meu-abraco-de-hoje.html' title='O meu abraço de hoje'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TF4P3KrIGcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/NhXBhBG6050/s72-c/abra%C3%A7ar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8432579735779364875</id><published>2010-07-17T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:25:29.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sentir particular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TEHTzi70S7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/xptqPTzWwLE/s1600/nc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TEHTzi70S7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/xptqPTzWwLE/s320/nc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494905902873201586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Somos um composto de desejos&lt;br /&gt;Compomos o significado da vida à nossa maneira&lt;br /&gt;Cada um com a sua fórmula &lt;br /&gt;Sua vontade maior&lt;br /&gt;À minha maneira eu vou seguindo&lt;br /&gt;Fantasiando a realidade &lt;br /&gt;Impondo os meus próprios limites&lt;br /&gt;Colorindo o sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Eu e as minhas “catarses textuais”&lt;br /&gt;Me purificando e re-purificando&lt;br /&gt;Sendo especial para mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Conjugando o verbo amar de uma forma única &lt;br /&gt;Em meu sentir e em minhas ações &lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo com o amor&lt;br /&gt;E como já foi dito por outros&lt;br /&gt;"Falta aprender tanta coisa"&lt;br /&gt;No caminho que segui até aqui, adotei grada confiança neste nobre sentimento&lt;br /&gt;À minha maneira eu vou seguindo-o&lt;br /&gt;Sem torná-lo cárcere privado&lt;br /&gt;Um objeto de posse&lt;br /&gt;Um réu&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que para alguns próximos eu seja “A idealista” &lt;br /&gt;Ainda não aprendi a torná-lo "status"&lt;br /&gt;Dele eu só quero uma recompensa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Sejas tu quem fores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8432579735779364875?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8432579735779364875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8432579735779364875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-sentir-particular.html' title='Um sentir particular'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TEHTzi70S7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/xptqPTzWwLE/s72-c/nc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-6520043580940239242</id><published>2010-07-10T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:29:03.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ele é assim&lt;br /&gt;Colhe a minha atenção&lt;br /&gt;Em segundos &lt;br /&gt;Incendeia desejos em mim&lt;br /&gt;Abrasa o meu corpo &lt;br /&gt;Sou entregue ao seu domínio&lt;br /&gt;Porém, previsível &lt;br /&gt;Sentimento se cala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me vem a metamorfose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ela e suas fases - A corôo &lt;br /&gt;Em deslumbre &lt;br /&gt;Dispo a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Esvaneço na sua luz&lt;br /&gt;Torna-me plena&lt;br /&gt;Porém, tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Transtorna o meu ser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao final do eclipse&lt;br /&gt;Do sol &lt;br /&gt;Da lua&lt;br /&gt;Sou de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TDksT3sksLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/oBrtzaNVr3w/s1600/aamoonsea0jq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TDksT3sksLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/oBrtzaNVr3w/s400/aamoonsea0jq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492469940435071154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-6520043580940239242?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6520043580940239242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6520043580940239242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TDksT3sksLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/oBrtzaNVr3w/s72-c/aamoonsea0jq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-7359792883191405647</id><published>2010-07-09T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:13:15.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TDfkbJ36qxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r7NZICihr0c/s1600/ansiedade+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TDfkbJ36qxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r7NZICihr0c/s200/ansiedade+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492109425759660818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sem inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Inspira ação&lt;br /&gt;A mente prende&lt;br /&gt;Não aprende&lt;br /&gt;Não expressa&lt;br /&gt;Pressa impulsiva&lt;br /&gt;Pulsa sem controle&lt;br /&gt;Luta contra si mesma&lt;br /&gt;Saudável expiação&lt;br /&gt;Haja gozo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-7359792883191405647?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7359792883191405647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7359792883191405647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/07/sem-inspiracao.html' title='Sem inspiração'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TDfkbJ36qxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r7NZICihr0c/s72-c/ansiedade+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5816206400173408042</id><published>2010-06-30T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:38:15.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TCvjQiUZI5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/WIfkl8eRhdw/s1600/knuttz_ueba_21-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TCvjQiUZI5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/WIfkl8eRhdw/s320/knuttz_ueba_21-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488730444110832530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O meu mais querido lugar&lt;br /&gt;Lugar de minhas respostas &lt;br /&gt;Onde o meu Deus habita&lt;br /&gt;Os meus demônios pousam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minhas lágrimas brotam como gotas de orvalho&lt;br /&gt;Posso desenhar tempestades&lt;br /&gt;Escrever ao som dos trovões&lt;br /&gt;Alegrar-me com o sorriso dos lampejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha paz se inventa em meio às minhas aflições  &lt;br /&gt;Posso inventar novas histórias&lt;br /&gt;Consentir com candura o que não adiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;O meu mais querido lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melhor das minhas glórias&lt;br /&gt;A cura da minha não-adaptação&lt;br /&gt;A qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;Não há perdas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É minha unção passageira&lt;br /&gt;Sem predicados&lt;br /&gt;O meu conforto&lt;br /&gt;A minha proteção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-5816206400173408042?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5816206400173408042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5816206400173408042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/06/abrigo.html' title='Abrigo'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TCvjQiUZI5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/WIfkl8eRhdw/s72-c/knuttz_ueba_21-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-244304734547762561</id><published>2010-06-28T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:09:53.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TClV6xa_ItI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZvwnkRu34Vs/s1600/ATcAAACZTJt5JvQdM4AxG-8Oa-HCmrdINzZhYjqOk9p_9yb2zbV4ByqtsuWy88HYdVI_V-Qny5BhZ-PeUT0dFVFAfOWvAJtU9VBNrIu1VatnzUqM8OhlCqxHRCFrNw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TClV6xa_ItI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZvwnkRu34Vs/s200/ATcAAACZTJt5JvQdM4AxG-8Oa-HCmrdINzZhYjqOk9p_9yb2zbV4ByqtsuWy88HYdVI_V-Qny5BhZ-PeUT0dFVFAfOWvAJtU9VBNrIu1VatnzUqM8OhlCqxHRCFrNw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488012089114960594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Perante a pele que queima&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos devoram&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca há sede&lt;br /&gt;Em meu corpo escorre&lt;br /&gt;O suor me lava &lt;br /&gt;Treme em mim desejo &lt;br /&gt;De ser &lt;br /&gt;Possuída pela mesma minha&lt;br /&gt;Vontade em ti&lt;br /&gt;Almas afins &lt;br /&gt;Uma noite quente - A sós, &lt;br /&gt;Aqui, apenas&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no frio de Junho &lt;br /&gt;Acordo &lt;br /&gt;Estou só! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&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/5529954014284085142-244304734547762561?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/244304734547762561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/244304734547762561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/06/vontade.html' title='Vontade'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TClV6xa_ItI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZvwnkRu34Vs/s72-c/ATcAAACZTJt5JvQdM4AxG-8Oa-HCmrdINzZhYjqOk9p_9yb2zbV4ByqtsuWy88HYdVI_V-Qny5BhZ-PeUT0dFVFAfOWvAJtU9VBNrIu1VatnzUqM8OhlCqxHRCFrNw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-3539835382960167584</id><published>2010-06-21T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:06:16.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontos de Vista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TCAChwQSzUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/HcgV5O5QlTQ/s1600/meu+quadro+do+quarto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TCAChwQSzUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/HcgV5O5QlTQ/s320/meu+quadro+do+quarto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485387125049445698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Junto a mim  &lt;br /&gt;Caminham muitos olhares&lt;br /&gt;De tempos em tempos fixam-se aos meus&lt;br /&gt;Lançando-me pesares&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é tão subjetivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como se ao caminhar, as minhas queixas se soltassem de mim&lt;br /&gt;Deixando pedidos de socorro pelas calçadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontos de vista alheios &lt;br /&gt;Suponho que sejam com bons intentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suponho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, alheios ao que sou&lt;br /&gt;Onde está a porta de saída?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz profetiza:&lt;br /&gt;“Então a vida é assim, tem dois caminhos. Para ser alguma coisa escolha um”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faz a minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Não dá certo &lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre vejo três&lt;br /&gt;Ou nenhum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E essa de ‘’ser alguma coisa’’&lt;br /&gt;Escolher um?&lt;br /&gt;Um?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo está passando&lt;br /&gt;Preciso ser alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja alheia a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Preciso costurar os meus bolsos&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de andar pelas calçadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para trabalhar os meus próprios pontos de vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&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/5529954014284085142-3539835382960167584?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3539835382960167584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3539835382960167584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/06/junto-mim-caminham-muitos-olhares-de.html' title='Pontos de Vista'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TCAChwQSzUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/HcgV5O5QlTQ/s72-c/meu+quadro+do+quarto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-6362687997318595352</id><published>2010-05-18T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:44:48.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um capítulo a menos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S_M70Bj-cnI/AAAAAAAAAfE/myzjmLTamR0/s1600/2119777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S_M70Bj-cnI/AAAAAAAAAfE/myzjmLTamR0/s320/2119777.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472783737143849586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O abajur à noite ilumina a minha desordem &lt;br /&gt;Os meus dedos traçam um risco em meio a poeira dos meus cômodos &lt;br /&gt;Incômodos&lt;br /&gt;Acúmulo de dias perdidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os maços misturados a sementes de frutos cítricos provados&lt;br /&gt;Mostram-me o desastre que tenho causado à minha construção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Permaneça o amor fraternal", diz a Bíblia toda vez que a abro&lt;br /&gt;Capítulo 13 de algum lugar, deste eu não saio nunca&lt;br /&gt;Treze, &lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja o número de capítulos deixados de escrever por dia em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Insisto em não mudar a página&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As garrafas estão vazias&lt;br /&gt;Os livros estão contra mim&lt;br /&gt;A música envolve, fustiga&lt;br /&gt;As letras estão aqui&lt;br /&gt;Batendo-se contra as paredes do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Tentando esquecer uma verdade cruel&lt;br /&gt;O som se vai e ela insiste em ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me obrigo a dormir  &lt;br /&gt;Luz apagada&lt;br /&gt;Olhos fechados, &lt;br /&gt;Volto-me para dentro &lt;br /&gt;E o conforto da escuridão me adormece&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;"Permaneça o amor fraternal"&lt;br /&gt;De alguma maneira&lt;br /&gt;Insisto em não mudar essa página&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-6362687997318595352?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6362687997318595352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6362687997318595352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/05/menos-um-capitulo.html' title='Um capítulo a menos?'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S_M70Bj-cnI/AAAAAAAAAfE/myzjmLTamR0/s72-c/2119777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-1714221147263469013</id><published>2010-05-10T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:01:57.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faltas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S-iCFIyJLtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/rtm5RVzwcbg/s1600/solid%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S-iCFIyJLtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/rtm5RVzwcbg/s200/solid%25C3%25A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469764772210224850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ser só&lt;br /&gt;Me fazem só&lt;br /&gt;Eu me faço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de tal merecimento&lt;br /&gt;Nem quantas "fés" destruí&lt;br /&gt;Quantos fiz chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de mim que choro&lt;br /&gt;Me fecharam as lágrimas às lembranças vãs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então sei de quem fiz feliz&lt;br /&gt;Sei do bem que lhe fiz&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei por que me fez só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanço-me àquele espaço &lt;br /&gt;Vazio faltante no quebra-cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Fico a observar &lt;br /&gt;Como ser só &lt;br /&gt;Junto a partes iguais a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&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/5529954014284085142-1714221147263469013?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1714221147263469013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1714221147263469013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/05/faltas.html' title='Faltas'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S-iCFIyJLtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/rtm5RVzwcbg/s72-c/solid%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-3772107055508737377</id><published>2010-05-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:32:36.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S-RaVPm19UI/AAAAAAAAAek/SUiz-gYIXPg/s1600/imageTNS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S-RaVPm19UI/AAAAAAAAAek/SUiz-gYIXPg/s200/imageTNS.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468595168547829058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sou fruto descendente &lt;br /&gt;De várias árvores sou cria&lt;br /&gt;No solo que vim ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sou a história que semeei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali plantado foi &lt;br /&gt;Por muito tempo meu retentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre laços de união&lt;br /&gt;Deram luz há uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Flor de um fruto sonhador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vidas me puseram aqui&lt;br /&gt;Quantas lágrimas me serviram de adubo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos frutos&lt;br /&gt;Vi secar &lt;br /&gt;Quando ainda&lt;br /&gt;Abotoava-me como incógnita&lt;br /&gt;Num galho frágil e delicado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sequei&lt;br /&gt;Tornei-me ternura&lt;br /&gt;Fruto precioso&lt;br /&gt;Afável sedutor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protegido entre o calor de um sol punidor &lt;br /&gt;E de tempestades enfurecidas&lt;br /&gt;Eu cresci&lt;br /&gt;Fui colhido e provado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minhas sementes semeadas&lt;br /&gt;Tornaram-me bosque&lt;br /&gt;Regressei ao solo do meu criador&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Uma falta aflora &lt;br /&gt;Muitos se foram&lt;br /&gt;Como muitos hão de partir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Dou adeus ao tronco-rei varonil&lt;br /&gt;Mas,&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a seguir&lt;br /&gt;Renovando a minha morada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando&lt;br /&gt;Quem há de prever?&lt;br /&gt;Sigo olhando a minha história&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que semeei&lt;br /&gt;Sigo olhando de perto um novo adeus&lt;br /&gt;Há de nascer um jardim no lugar daquela árvore que a vida levou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.04.2010+&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/5529954014284085142-3772107055508737377?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3772107055508737377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3772107055508737377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/05/sou-fruto-descendente-de-varias-arvores.html' title='Um adeus'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S-RaVPm19UI/AAAAAAAAAek/SUiz-gYIXPg/s72-c/imageTNS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-7288073039784307693</id><published>2010-04-19T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:51:35.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascínio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S80Hc6uQbjI/AAAAAAAAAec/KtKEUutUq4s/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S80Hc6uQbjI/AAAAAAAAAec/KtKEUutUq4s/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462030116451282482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ali à beira do penhasco &lt;br /&gt;À beira do meu controle&lt;br /&gt;O grande corpo celeste&lt;br /&gt;Banha os seus raios &lt;br /&gt;Encantando o rei dos oceanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corpo celeste que embriaga a minh’alma&lt;br /&gt;Seduz-me junto ao encanto das águas&lt;br /&gt;Feiticeira união&lt;br /&gt;Paixão antiga do meu espírito &lt;br /&gt;Sou graça pura ao agito das ondas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali eu posso ver &lt;br /&gt;Tridente de ouro&lt;br /&gt;Riscando a linha do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Onde irei caminhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entra e me domina os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me de seus irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Afoga a minha insânia&lt;br /&gt;A mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei de renascer logo mais &lt;br /&gt;À beira de um penhasco qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-7288073039784307693?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7288073039784307693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7288073039784307693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/04/fascinio.html' title='Fascínio'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S80Hc6uQbjI/AAAAAAAAAec/KtKEUutUq4s/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-2329622794594748924</id><published>2010-04-04T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:41:27.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O pôr de uma satisfação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S7lNoCF6vPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7lAgyjQlo3g/s1600/2213492953_22550fd8b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S7lNoCF6vPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7lAgyjQlo3g/s320/2213492953_22550fd8b8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456477773687864562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Um pequeno afeto não há de surgir para me consolar&lt;br /&gt;Atrás do sol se esconde quem desejo e eu não o posso alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Se a minha satisfação antes de existir se vai&lt;br /&gt;Oh sombra, deixai de existir então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelos montes está indo&lt;br /&gt;E mais distante estará &lt;br /&gt;Quando o sol se puser no seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Estarei perdendo quem por detrás daquela luz se esconde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não precisarei mais de sombra&lt;br /&gt;A noite nascerá findando o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-2329622794594748924?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2329622794594748924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2329622794594748924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-por-de-uma-satisfacao.html' title='O pôr de uma satisfação'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S7lNoCF6vPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7lAgyjQlo3g/s72-c/2213492953_22550fd8b8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-7338267293972849461</id><published>2010-03-20T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:23:10.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Verdade: A Minha Mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S6WCRTl7ZVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/wlD5rY7FsP4/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S6WCRTl7ZVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/wlD5rY7FsP4/s320/saudade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450906157830595922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Uma espera&lt;br /&gt;Um nada prometido&lt;br /&gt;Esperança que abre os braços&lt;br /&gt;Traz lágrimas ao meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um chamado ao meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Arrasta a minha atenção&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente, esqueço de mim&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite a mais &lt;br /&gt;Desejo a alva cor do dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem &lt;br /&gt;Parte com quem me invade&lt;br /&gt;Este que me deseja em vão&lt;br /&gt;Não pertence ao meu querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito mereço viver o que é meu&lt;br /&gt;Pertencer à minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Já não posso perder as horas que findam os meus dias &lt;br /&gt;Em uma verdade: a minha mentira&lt;br /&gt;Não estou em sonhos onde o tempo se consome e pode nascer ao mesmo dia sem obrigação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a noite se renove com uma ausência ao amanhecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-7338267293972849461?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7338267293972849461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7338267293972849461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/03/ao-meu-lado-uma-espera-um-nada.html' title='Uma Verdade: A Minha Mentira'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S6WCRTl7ZVI/AAAAAAAAAeE/wlD5rY7FsP4/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-7779582483441754957</id><published>2010-03-08T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:52:01.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S5Uqu2IMYnI/AAAAAAAAAds/S3RGZ3Ese8U/s1600-h/mulher+de+verdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S5Uqu2IMYnI/AAAAAAAAAds/S3RGZ3Ese8U/s320/mulher+de+verdade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446306308666712690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Uma valsa dança sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Pelos salões da vida &lt;br /&gt;Desliza com o seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;A encantar as ilusões acolhidas&lt;br /&gt;A iludir os encantos não confiados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compositora de intensas emoções&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete de sentimentos vivos&lt;br /&gt;Gira senhora amante do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Neste baile tu és a principal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goza em canções de sofrimento &lt;br /&gt;Desenha os seus instantes de beleza&lt;br /&gt;Pura graça em seus movimentos &lt;br /&gt;Gira em tempestades&lt;br /&gt;Movimenta a vida&lt;br /&gt;Jóia viva, derivada do amor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os passos em alinho &lt;br /&gt;Enfraquecem em descanso aos vários festivais&lt;br /&gt;Dança que o tempo há de passar&lt;br /&gt;E as lembranças de quem és parte de ti &lt;br /&gt;Na corte eterna da vida há de ficar&lt;br /&gt;Vestida em teus movimentos&lt;br /&gt;Sendo mais uma jóia a ti representar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-7779582483441754957?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7779582483441754957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7779582483441754957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/03/mulher.html' title='Mulher'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S5Uqu2IMYnI/AAAAAAAAAds/S3RGZ3Ese8U/s72-c/mulher+de+verdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-2229567400616643752</id><published>2010-03-01T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:15:12.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S4v1e4AWv5I/AAAAAAAAAdk/V_O8YB0nqG8/s1600-h/esse+N%C3%92SSSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S4v1e4AWv5I/AAAAAAAAAdk/V_O8YB0nqG8/s200/esse+N%C3%92SSSS.jpg" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443714485386133394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-eight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adoro o pronome que nos une&lt;br /&gt;Nós, &lt;br /&gt;Aquele olhar na primeira impressão de um dia de solidão&lt;br /&gt;O choro de lágrimas silenciosas, velando o sono de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Nós, &lt;br /&gt;Do tipo que sempre permanece um minuto a mais&lt;br /&gt;Somos presenças sentidas sem sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós,&lt;br /&gt;Sumiço sem vestígios&lt;br /&gt;Acostumados a voltar com versos e canções, &lt;br /&gt;Admitimos os nossos erros &lt;br /&gt;Enquanto erramos o outro erra também&lt;br /&gt;Entendemos erros e somos réus de alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, &lt;br /&gt;Leituras incompletas&lt;br /&gt;Complexas e simples palavras que alguém por indolência deixou de ler&lt;br /&gt;Vontades devoradas sem apreciação&lt;br /&gt;Somos corpos cicatrizados&lt;br /&gt;Esperanças de velhos desejos&lt;br /&gt;Atos em pausas, nós na garganta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, &lt;br /&gt;Torrente de amor e paixão&lt;br /&gt;Intensos, paralelos de emoções&lt;br /&gt;Somos uma comunhão,&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós&lt;br /&gt;Você e eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&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/5529954014284085142-2229567400616643752?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2229567400616643752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2229567400616643752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/03/nos.html' title='Nós'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S4v1e4AWv5I/AAAAAAAAAdk/V_O8YB0nqG8/s72-c/esse+N%C3%92SSSS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8093990916405324553</id><published>2010-02-26T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:25:36.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacunas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S4h0RtstBEI/AAAAAAAAAdE/G1Ety5iMyg8/s1600-h/1438458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S4h0RtstBEI/AAAAAAAAAdE/G1Ety5iMyg8/s200/1438458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442727997350937666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Um observar que não é meu&lt;br /&gt;Rodeia as minhas palavras contidas&lt;br /&gt;Observa o véu que delicadamente encobre o meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;De surpresa, se aproxima com interrogações &lt;br /&gt;Atenta a minha reação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras retornam inseguras&lt;br /&gt;Incompletude&lt;br /&gt;Ignora quem sou eu ou quem és tu&lt;br /&gt;Então me dobra palavra solta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traços e pontos abusam de mim, &lt;br /&gt;Desejos se apresentam nas entrelinhas &lt;br /&gt;Entre nós, tudo está suspenso&lt;br /&gt;O véu, em meu rosto fica &lt;br /&gt;Resguarda o que penso não conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Até o próximo encontro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8093990916405324553?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8093990916405324553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8093990916405324553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/02/lacunas.html' title='Lacunas'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S4h0RtstBEI/AAAAAAAAAdE/G1Ety5iMyg8/s72-c/1438458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-2766058694362156770</id><published>2010-02-03T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:22:10.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lado a lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S2mg2dyLMsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fO5vY8IBp6k/s1600-h/olhar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S2mg2dyLMsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fO5vY8IBp6k/s200/olhar.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051282967671490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Se fosse ao meu lado &lt;br /&gt;Tu desejarias ter dias mais longos&lt;br /&gt;Viver acordando com os meus afagos&lt;br /&gt;Acordar vivendo em meu “ser quem sou”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Desejaria eu, ter mais dias para olhar em teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Ter o prazer de ver o teu prazer com os meus afagos&lt;br /&gt;Acordaria satisfazendo o “ser quem tu és”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lado a lado fosse o lado que desejo&lt;br /&gt;Ah, o meu desejo &lt;br /&gt;Ai de ti..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-2766058694362156770?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2766058694362156770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2766058694362156770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/02/lado-lado.html' title='Lado a lado'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S2mg2dyLMsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fO5vY8IBp6k/s72-c/olhar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8106715907061920390</id><published>2010-02-01T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:24:10.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O valor daquele sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S2cduaF3UZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3rjCFqpD93k/s1600-h/reflex_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S2cduaF3UZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3rjCFqpD93k/s200/reflex_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433344158560899474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apertei o gatilho de minha memória&lt;br /&gt;Um rastro de pólvora se formou &lt;br /&gt;Um labirinto se abriu &lt;br /&gt;A mente me conduzirá &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele olha profundamente nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Me sorri com doçura&lt;br /&gt;Está sofrendo &lt;br /&gt;Sinto a sua dor ao ver o seu corpo trêmulo&lt;br /&gt;As suas vestes rasgadas&lt;br /&gt;O seu suor misturado ao seu sangue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ele continua a me sorrir docilmente&lt;br /&gt;Guardando a sua dor&lt;br /&gt;Não deixando que aquele momento me condene ao ódio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele esta só, &lt;br /&gt;Lutando por outros &lt;br /&gt;Não consigo entender as suas escolhas&lt;br /&gt;O seu olhar me expulsa daquele lugar fétido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O gatilho é disparado novamente&lt;br /&gt;A mente me conduz a outro tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estará aquele homem que me sorriu docilmente?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não o vejo&lt;br /&gt;Estou em meio a uma multidão de doentes, &lt;br /&gt;Famintos, misturados a nobres&lt;br /&gt;Prostitutas e castas caminhando lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;Purificados, se vangloriando acima de pedestais de ouro&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo deles, flagelados como aquele senhor de outrora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles a quem olho me devolvem um olhar frio e nebuloso&lt;br /&gt;Procurando em mim algum benefício&lt;br /&gt;Estou despida&lt;br /&gt;Como companheira apenas minha consciência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ar escravizador me rodeia &lt;br /&gt;Consigo sentir a essência desse lugar imundo&lt;br /&gt;Volto os meus pensamentos para o senhor de sorriso acolhedor&lt;br /&gt;Uma sensação de paz me toma e estou de volta ao meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observo atentamente o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sãos os mesmos personagens&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos espíritos, cobertos com novos trajes&lt;br /&gt;Nada é melhor, nada é pior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meu interior, uma semente se faz fruto&lt;br /&gt;Fruto de alguém que estava, através da sua dor, tentando mudar o outro &lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu nunca entenda o porquê de suas escolhas&lt;br /&gt;Mas, seguramente, consigo entender o valor daquele sorriso &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8106715907061920390?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8106715907061920390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8106715907061920390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/02/apertei-o-gatilho-de-minha-memoria-um.html' title='O valor daquele sorriso'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S2cduaF3UZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3rjCFqpD93k/s72-c/reflex_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8620170377640080848</id><published>2010-01-24T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:35:36.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Além de nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S2mlx7zPtvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KubT6MFi_5g/s1600-h/sorriso-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S2mlx7zPtvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KubT6MFi_5g/s200/sorriso-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434056702684018418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ele se expõe, &lt;br /&gt;É aceito numa linda canção, &lt;br /&gt;Segue o horizonte &lt;br /&gt;Ganha vida além de quem o pertence&lt;br /&gt;Em meus olhos se espelha&lt;br /&gt;A beleza em si, confunde o admirador&lt;br /&gt;Acende a brasa em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Nasce uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Um casal além de nós&lt;br /&gt;Meu olhar e o sorriso seu&lt;br /&gt;Declaram-se no primeiro encontro&lt;br /&gt;Conduzem os nossos corpos &lt;br /&gt;Num enlaço primoroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele se põe, &lt;br /&gt;Enlaçado, segue o horizonte &lt;br /&gt;Não se recolhe mais junto a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Completa-se ao me tocar com os seus versos &lt;br /&gt;Silencia ao ver serenamente refletir de minha retina&lt;br /&gt;A verdade do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&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/5529954014284085142-8620170377640080848?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8620170377640080848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8620170377640080848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/01/alem-de-nos.html' title='Além de nós'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S2mlx7zPtvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KubT6MFi_5g/s72-c/sorriso-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-7271765336072716179</id><published>2010-01-14T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:44:46.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O vale das manhãs de sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S0-5upShkTI/AAAAAAAAAas/_0GHjkEt0oU/s1600-h/nascer+do+sol+desenho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S0-5upShkTI/AAAAAAAAAas/_0GHjkEt0oU/s320/nascer+do+sol+desenho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426760287013409074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Olhares atentos à espreita de um caminho mais verdejante &lt;br /&gt;Prostram-se imaculados em tua presença&lt;br /&gt;A minha calma se perde em emoção por ver-te &lt;br /&gt;Estas manhãs resplandecentes tão desejadas &lt;br /&gt;Já não sei do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Movimentos, nem atitudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras? Quais?&lt;br /&gt;Se até mesmo a voz me falta&lt;br /&gt;Algumas lágrimas embaraçam o meu contemplar, não se contém&lt;br /&gt;Calada, a alma arrebatada guia os meus sentidos a fotografar o momento&lt;br /&gt;Passa o dia e ficam em mim pensamentos d’um instante perpetuo&lt;br /&gt;A sombra se faz e vou-me com a tua lembrança em meu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou única a contemplar-te&lt;br /&gt;Podo meu possesso querer&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã ofertarei os meus olhos aos céus flamejantes&lt;br /&gt;Entregarei minha ilusão à certeza&lt;br /&gt;E darei as costas mais uma vez ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;Prostrando-me a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-7271765336072716179?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7271765336072716179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7271765336072716179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-vale-das-manhas-de-sol.html' title='O vale das manhãs de sol'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S0-5upShkTI/AAAAAAAAAas/_0GHjkEt0oU/s72-c/nascer+do+sol+desenho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-6606074247076010738</id><published>2010-01-03T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:47:24.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pássaro Rendido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S0FlD7deqnI/AAAAAAAAAak/wR3cqhKL-0I/s1600-h/p_ssaro_brilhante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S0FlD7deqnI/AAAAAAAAAak/wR3cqhKL-0I/s320/p_ssaro_brilhante.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422726544506137202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Voei entre arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Em florestas acaloradas me atirei&lt;br /&gt;Sentia a brisa bater levemente em minha face abandonando o seu doce aroma como oferenda ao meu encanto &lt;br /&gt;Voei sobre rios de águas claras&lt;br /&gt;Vôos rasantes me banhavam a alma&lt;br /&gt;Fui hóspede da natureza em dias de tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Acampei em ninhos afáveis&lt;br /&gt;Em minhas viagens, a cada parada, deixava um ser admirado&lt;br /&gt;Agradeci a liberdade de existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui cúmplice do amor&lt;br /&gt;Quando em dias de serenata&lt;br /&gt;O meu canto se misturava ao canto do ser apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num dia sereno,&lt;br /&gt;Ao me despedir do sol&lt;br /&gt;Na espera do encontro da lua com as estrelas &lt;br /&gt;Fiéis companheiras desde o meu existir&lt;br /&gt;Senti um perfume brotar por trás da árvore que me sustinha &lt;br /&gt;Num solo fértil, a terra arada parecia abençoada&lt;br /&gt;Um novo cenário se abriu aos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Uma paz adentrou o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Um pássaro rendido curvou-se àquela imagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu,&lt;br /&gt;Em estado de graça, me vesti de ternura &lt;br /&gt;Agradeci a Deus por cada vôo&lt;br /&gt;E cortei as minhas asas para viver o meu AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-6606074247076010738?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6606074247076010738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6606074247076010738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/01/sem-asas-para-o-amor.html' title='Pássaro Rendido'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S0FlD7deqnI/AAAAAAAAAak/wR3cqhKL-0I/s72-c/p_ssaro_brilhante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-6875012838847194721</id><published>2010-01-03T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:22:54.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S0DgZk8T8_I/AAAAAAAAAac/lfVGbXN2vfQ/s1600-h/amor_proprio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S0DgZk8T8_I/AAAAAAAAAac/lfVGbXN2vfQ/s320/amor_proprio1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422580681372070898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Se por amor eu percebesse que, enquanto existir vida, sou um diamante Hope&lt;br /&gt;Percebesse que para estar forte é preciso ser uma guardiã de mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Compreendesse que não adianta provar do mais puro néctar&lt;br /&gt;Vestir-se em armadura de ouro&lt;br /&gt;Calcar os pés com força sobre terrenos espessos&lt;br /&gt;Se a todo o momento estou a apontar o passado como culpado pelo tempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria como provar o gosto do vento, estar desnuda em meio a uma tempestade de “lembranças em pó”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por amor eu resolvesse provar o fel de vez em quando&lt;br /&gt;Lacerar as mãos colhendo espinhos ao invés de rosas&lt;br /&gt;Andar com meus passos à frente dos meus pensamentos &lt;br /&gt;Afrontar a mim mesma por permitir que fantasmas se tornem presentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por amor eu partisse em busca de jardins sem encanto&lt;br /&gt;Atravessasse rios em canoas sem pás&lt;br /&gt;Esquecesse o significado de uma pá&lt;br /&gt;Falasse para mim mesma que eu também posso errar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por amor eu me permitisse errar&lt;br /&gt;Saber que antes mesmo de tal permissão, o erro já era um companheiro constante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me permitisse saber que todo erro é uma fonte &lt;br /&gt;Toda fonte por mais seca que esteja&lt;br /&gt;Oferece sempre uma nova perspectiva&lt;br /&gt;E o novo é alimento para a alma&lt;br /&gt;E se não houvesse comprovação de que fontes oferecem novas perspectivas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por amor eu enfrentasse o que acho que sou&lt;br /&gt;Dragões nunca existiram &lt;br /&gt;Fadas também são bruxas&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo não pode ser abraçado apenas por dois pequenos braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu me abraçasse de vez em quando&lt;br /&gt;E se olhos alheios me intitulassem como uma louca&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, eu sou louca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por amor eu ignorasse o espelho antes de sair de casa&lt;br /&gt;Comprasse uma roupa barata que me faz bem &lt;br /&gt;Freqüentasse lugares sem nenhuma badalação&lt;br /&gt;Esquecesse as legendas do meu dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;E me rendesse apenas a minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por amor eu aprendesse a dizer não para o que eu realmente quero dizer não&lt;br /&gt;Se ao final de um dia de nãos benditos eu me sentisse bem comigo mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por amor eu desse bom dia ao vizinho mal-humorado esperando um sorriso acolhedor&lt;br /&gt;E como resposta ele simplesmente me ignorasse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia experimentar ser a mesma mulher que saiu de casa querendo arrancar um sorriso acolhedor daquele... “vizinho”&lt;br /&gt;Seguiria meu caminho distribuindo “bom dia” sem achar que o mundo acabou&lt;br /&gt;O mundo certamente continuaria o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por amor eu me achasse uma mulher linda&lt;br /&gt;Um ser encantador, inteligente, radiante&lt;br /&gt;Um raio de sol&lt;br /&gt;Um dos anéis de Saturno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por esse amor&lt;br /&gt;Que mal eu poderia causar a mim mesma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-6875012838847194721?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6875012838847194721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6875012838847194721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2010/01/por-amor.html' title='Por Amor...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S0DgZk8T8_I/AAAAAAAAAac/lfVGbXN2vfQ/s72-c/amor_proprio1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-3516435689338615328</id><published>2009-12-08T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:36:47.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sx7MTPxWLjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uOje17wuY4E/s1600-h/f_allyouneedim_00c9755.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sx7MTPxWLjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uOje17wuY4E/s320/f_allyouneedim_00c9755.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412988433169002034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Existe uma fé que não é expressa em vestes&lt;br /&gt;Uma fé que não precisa ser reforçada&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa de páginas gravadas na mente&lt;br /&gt;Nem presenças em cultos ou manifestações &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha fé &lt;br /&gt;Ela não está nas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Em arrumações de frases sagradas&lt;br /&gt;No derramar de moral e valores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não aprisiona o meu comportamento &lt;br /&gt;Não me obriga a nada&lt;br /&gt;Não me torna detentora de pré-julgamentos e pré-conceitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha fé exala do coração&lt;br /&gt;É uma fé-amor&lt;br /&gt;Maior que qualquer crença&lt;br /&gt;Ela está em meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Minha visão de mundo&lt;br /&gt;Minhas ações&lt;br /&gt;No tratar ao próximo&lt;br /&gt;Está em minha essência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas oblações podem ser sentidas pelo divino que há em nosso interior&lt;br /&gt;Pelo sentido que damos ao amor&lt;br /&gt;Um nobre afeto, doado sem limites&lt;br /&gt;O que para muitos pode ser ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar na ilusão é ter fé na ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Eu escolhi acreditar no amor&lt;br /&gt;Em minhas mãos o configurei&lt;br /&gt;E fiz deste, a minha fé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-3516435689338615328?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3516435689338615328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3516435689338615328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/12/minha-fe.html' title='A minha fé'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sx7MTPxWLjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uOje17wuY4E/s72-c/f_allyouneedim_00c9755.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-2298652332564775463</id><published>2009-12-05T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:08:22.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em tempos de julgamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SxsTnRWxqeI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OdKQG33V65Q/s1600-h/vazio+em+plenitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SxsTnRWxqeI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OdKQG33V65Q/s320/vazio+em+plenitude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411940942610541026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A porta para o vazio&lt;br /&gt;Uma porta escancarada&lt;br /&gt;Onde muitos entram&lt;br /&gt;Sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1]&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos de julgamento &lt;br /&gt;Entram nesse vazio de onde pensam se achar&lt;br /&gt;Nele não há sobras, &lt;br /&gt;Só alimento para a utopia&lt;br /&gt;O nada aparente, que se esconde de olhares inquietos&lt;br /&gt;Embora não atraia, logo os conterá&lt;br /&gt;Cada falta há de completar-se, por si só, com outras faltas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez íntimo, circundará mentes&lt;br /&gt;Até ser adotado&lt;br /&gt;Enganando, protegendo segredos que deveriam se revelar &lt;br /&gt;Oferecendo momentos de euforia efêmera, mera forasteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2]&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio sem suplentes, &lt;br /&gt;É aceito como entidade &lt;br /&gt;Conduzindo pensamentos, sentimentos e atitudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porta se fecha em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Um abrigo ardil, &lt;br /&gt;Um vilão paralisando a realidade &lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a corroer o presente e a pesar cada momento vindouro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3]&lt;br /&gt;Num êxtase mental &lt;br /&gt;Em desacordo com tantas faltas&lt;br /&gt;Quase desprovida de ação, &lt;br /&gt;A alma acorda num pulo vivificante &lt;br /&gt;E então choram aqueles que permaneceram cegos&lt;br /&gt;Não há um toque externo a consolar&lt;br /&gt;Agora os espaços entre as frestas da porta são pequenos, é o que resta&lt;br /&gt;Não dar para ultrapassar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4]&lt;br /&gt;Mas pulsa a vontade em viver de onde não dar mais para fugir&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos de julgamento&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais tempo para se punir&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de preencher todos os espaços, desfazer os enganos e encontrar a chave certa &lt;br /&gt;Ou tentar derruir o que por muito tempo foi considerado um lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&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/5529954014284085142-2298652332564775463?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2298652332564775463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2298652332564775463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/12/em-tempos-de-julgamento.html' title='Em tempos de julgamento'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SxsTnRWxqeI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OdKQG33V65Q/s72-c/vazio+em+plenitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8504156183732153932</id><published>2009-12-04T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:49:11.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o amor é dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SxlWaxQ_hYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BSJIXHiYplc/s1600-h/olhar+triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SxlWaxQ_hYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BSJIXHiYplc/s320/olhar+triste.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411451445163558274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quando o amor é dor, não é mais amor, é dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa dor é dor ou é excesso de amor?&lt;br /&gt;Excesso de amor é uma dor de amor ou excesso de amor é apenas algo além do que deveria ser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser é dor ou amor?&lt;br /&gt;Ser amor não é dor, não ser amor é dor&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é amor sem dor?&lt;br /&gt;Seria apenas amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem conhece o amor sabe que não há dor no amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quem sabe o verdadeiro sentido do amor?&lt;br /&gt;É um sentido com dor?&lt;br /&gt;Olhar com dor, tocar com dor, sentir o prazer da dor&lt;br /&gt;Não seria do amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que o prazer é uma forma de dor, &lt;br /&gt;Mas, e o amor?&lt;br /&gt;A dor é uma forma de amar sem amor&lt;br /&gt;O amor é apenas amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perda de um amor causa dor&lt;br /&gt;Mas o amor ser dor é uma perda no sentir do amor&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, quando o amor é dor, não é mais amor, é apenas dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;br /&gt;[brincando com as palavras] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8504156183732153932?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8504156183732153932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SxlXwEpHKGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/DyuFXJ-F5PM/s1600-h/3094liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SxlXwEpHKGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/DyuFXJ-F5PM/s320/3094liberdade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411452910653876322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;...Disseram que você não poderia ir além destas muralhas&lt;br /&gt;Você já procurou chegar ao horizonte?&lt;br /&gt;Faça um teste,&lt;br /&gt;Verá que não existem muros o rodeando&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão apenas&lt;br /&gt;A linha do horizonte pode ser vista de muito longe&lt;br /&gt;Tente chegar perto, &lt;br /&gt;Sempre verá novas linhas&lt;br /&gt;Não existem limites &lt;br /&gt;Você pode sempre ir além do que imagina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é importante nos tornar ouvintes seletivos&lt;br /&gt;Enxergar com poeira nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Conservamos assim o nosso cerne, proteção e guarda do nosso espírito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tentou?&lt;br /&gt;Calados ouvimos barulhos com mais intensidade&lt;br /&gt;Parados, estacionamos a nossa vida à espera de algo que talvez nunca venha&lt;br /&gt;Este presente que sonhamos quando estamos em pleno devaneio é pura imaginação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figura a tua imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Torne-a real&lt;br /&gt;Certo ou errado se não tentarmos não saberemos a resposta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O instinto diz que sim&lt;br /&gt;A covardia nos trava atirando para longe mais uma chance&lt;br /&gt;Mas qual seria a chance e será que seria assim ou assim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos enganos ocorrem?&lt;br /&gt;Se deixamos de ir ou se criamos coragem &lt;br /&gt;Se arriscamos ou ficamos parados &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia &lt;br /&gt;Amanhã é um novo começo &lt;br /&gt;Será outra impossibilidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está só&lt;br /&gt;Suas aventuras mentais já ficaram ultrapassadas&lt;br /&gt;Quer ir além? O que o impede?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito&lt;br /&gt;Homens já escalaram montanhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem medo de altura?&lt;br /&gt;Cave buracos&lt;br /&gt;Imirja no oceano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar asfixia?&lt;br /&gt;Tente voar, mas não voe tão alto&lt;br /&gt;Sinta o ar&lt;br /&gt;Ou permaneça com os pés no chão, mas não crie raízes&lt;br /&gt;Elas penetram o solo&lt;br /&gt;Não deixariam você se aventurar em outras andanças&lt;br /&gt;Toque corações &lt;br /&gt;Siga a música, seja maestro, siga a melodia&lt;br /&gt;Você pode&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-se levar pelos erros e acertos&lt;br /&gt;É difícil saber quando se está errando ou acertando para si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Logo tudo será escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Não verá a luz&lt;br /&gt;Não verá seus erros e acertos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ou sim existem no além-mundo?&lt;br /&gt;E em qual mundo podemos ir além, se não o nosso&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, agora, é o que nos pertence&lt;br /&gt;Existem oportunidades, escolhas e um monte de coisas que passam a nossa frente todos os dias sem cessar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje &lt;br /&gt;Escolha ser melhor do que foi ontem&lt;br /&gt;Agarre-se a algo suficiente para o seu bem-estar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje&lt;br /&gt;Solte-se de algo que o causa angustia.&lt;br /&gt;Força&lt;br /&gt;Viva sempre além de...&lt;br /&gt;(O melhor que podemos ter está além do que podemos ser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-595690949155604446?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/595690949155604446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/595690949155604446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/12/alem-de.html' title='Além de...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SxlXwEpHKGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/DyuFXJ-F5PM/s72-c/3094liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-6911505497866104337</id><published>2009-11-20T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:27:58.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...quem é você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Swcy9zc_7II/AAAAAAAAAZM/cccPfvAcJ7w/s1600/essaaaaaaaaaaa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Swcy9zc_7II/AAAAAAAAAZM/cccPfvAcJ7w/s320/essaaaaaaaaaaa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406345915046816898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ela vem à noite&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a própria noite se faz criatura para me apanhar&lt;br /&gt;Os passos de tão leves acalmam a surpresa do seu chegar&lt;br /&gt;Em paz, me toma o abrigo do sono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse 'meu' que não conheço&lt;br /&gt;De quem será?&lt;br /&gt;Fantasia o meu prazer e confunde o meu pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por saber da minha satisfação &lt;br /&gt;Guia o meu querer à ilusão de aceitá-la&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me enganar&lt;br /&gt;Os enganos consomem-se em si e passam a me domar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que fui subestimar aquela que chega à noite me oferecendo uma calma inventada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse 'meu' que não conheço agora toma o meu corpo &lt;br /&gt;Escandalizado por uma ausência já concebida pelo engano&lt;br /&gt;O que esperar desse falso ser verdadeiro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse 'meu' que não conheço agora toma a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Prendendo-me entre seus abraços invisíveis e seu calor candente&lt;br /&gt;Toma a minha alma, &lt;br /&gt;E o 'meu' que ainda reconheço se deixa seduzir ao seu favor&lt;br /&gt;Aprisionando a minha paz noturna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insônia, quem é você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-6911505497866104337?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6911505497866104337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6911505497866104337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/11/insonia.html' title='...quem é você?'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Swcy9zc_7II/AAAAAAAAAZM/cccPfvAcJ7w/s72-c/essaaaaaaaaaaa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-1200952045992382173</id><published>2009-11-03T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:50:55.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio afinado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SvCWrf2t0YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ljjZyaZztCA/s1600-h/By_Definition1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SvCWrf2t0YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ljjZyaZztCA/s320/By_Definition1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399981627246760322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Há os que melhor aprendem&lt;br /&gt;Os que melhor observam&lt;br /&gt;Há os que melhor amam&lt;br /&gt;Os que melhor se entregam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silenciosos em suas ações&lt;br /&gt;       Sensíveis seres&lt;br /&gt;Há os que não queriam ser&lt;br /&gt;Os que temem ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há os que erram e são majestosos&lt;br /&gt;       Em silencio elucidam a sua loucura&lt;br /&gt;Só deixam pistas quando desejam esparja-las entre os seus iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio, &lt;br /&gt;       Há os que se aborrecem prontamente&lt;br /&gt;Não abrigam pensamentos clonados&lt;br /&gt;São criticados por falta de ação&lt;br /&gt;Por nunca dizer não&lt;br /&gt;Por estarem sempre devotos sem pedir em troca muita atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há os que se perdem em si mesmos&lt;br /&gt;       Os sem muita obstinação&lt;br /&gt;Viajantes espíritos confusos&lt;br /&gt;Perturbados em seu interior&lt;br /&gt;Camuflados, mas transbordantes de amor&lt;br /&gt;       Os outros podem ignorá-los por incomodo de não os serem&lt;br /&gt;Não os pertencerem&lt;br /&gt;Mas estes silenciosos procuram merecer, serem ofertados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples coadjuvantes &lt;br /&gt;      Tocam sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Essa vida fragorosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-1200952045992382173?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1200952045992382173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1200952045992382173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/11/silencio-afinado.html' title='Silêncio afinado'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SvCWrf2t0YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ljjZyaZztCA/s72-c/By_Definition1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8706424158656833639</id><published>2009-11-01T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:57:27.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser só ou um só em dois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Su3L1OdeNBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/77nEV_75fmY/s1600-h/MENTE.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/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Su3L1OdeNBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/77nEV_75fmY/s320/MENTE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399195643562308626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;quele olhar grave que se mistura a muitos&lt;br /&gt;Tenta ocultar-se da companhia de outrem&lt;br /&gt;Alimenta a solidão que de muita já não é passageira&lt;br /&gt;Cria em si distância sem fim com qualquer vínculo duradouro &lt;br /&gt;Nutre sozinho, uma aspereza no pensar que sofre agora por não querer num futuro se desvencilhar de alguma alma que por ilusão possa tornar-se desertora&lt;br /&gt;Varia deveras o seu pensar, ora deseja ser um só, ora um só em dois&lt;br /&gt;Através da poesia encontra alento e pode desvanecer a sua dor colocando ao seu domínio palavras benditas que o consolam sem cobrar-lhe lealdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele olhar grave em plena confusão de sentimentos cai em desvelo&lt;br /&gt;Desejando se jogar em arrecifes de vazio pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Se purificando de todo o medo que criara dentro de si por crer-se protegido, &lt;br /&gt;Liberto na ilusão de ser o causador de suas próprias dores estando imune à dor trazida por alguém&lt;br /&gt;Decerto, sabe que a solidão o consumirá mesmo estando acompanhado&lt;br /&gt;Mas de certo quem saberá o que há?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele olhar &lt;br /&gt;Ingênuo ser, possuidor de certezas efêmeras&lt;br /&gt;É um desassossego à procura de uma calma ou de um fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém&lt;br /&gt;Que calma pode haver se a natureza o fez assim? &lt;br /&gt;O fim é certo, mas qual é o fim?&lt;br /&gt;Ser só ou um só em dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8706424158656833639?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8706424158656833639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8706424158656833639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/11/ser-so-ou-um-so-em-dois.html' title='Ser só ou um só em dois...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Su3L1OdeNBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/77nEV_75fmY/s72-c/MENTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-4502740247686814765</id><published>2009-10-16T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:04:06.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Seiva de jasmim"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/StkH57G9VdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rPg_XOcZhE0/s1600-h/fada_dos_jasmins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/StkH57G9VdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rPg_XOcZhE0/s200/fada_dos_jasmins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393350720453694930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O meu "toque"&lt;br /&gt;Quebranta a tua essência&lt;br /&gt;Minha admiração nem sabes tu como é tanta&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos ao chão, de ti se escondem &lt;br /&gt;Mas já te possuiu &lt;br /&gt;Antes da tua chegada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo aspira dias em que posso sonhar contigo envolta em mim&lt;br /&gt;Misturando os nossos aromas&lt;br /&gt;Suprindo a minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou ainda a esconder-me de ti&lt;br /&gt;Deixando que os ventos que rumam para o sul a levem&lt;br /&gt;E em cada nova alvorada a vejo retornar mais forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pura seiva de jasmim&lt;br /&gt;Como esperar que os meus dias passem sem sorver a tua pureza por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Como posso ter de volta o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;E me afagar dessa paz que emana de ti ao meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;Poder tocar-te sem quebrantar-te&lt;br /&gt;Eu simples mundana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoa-me com tua candura&lt;br /&gt;Oculta a minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;Seja &lt;br /&gt;Parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sublime atmosfera a me abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Minha nova essência&lt;br /&gt;Meu ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-4502740247686814765?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/4502740247686814765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/4502740247686814765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/10/seiva-de-jasmim.html' title='&quot;Seiva de jasmim&quot;'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/StkH57G9VdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rPg_XOcZhE0/s72-c/fada_dos_jasmins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-154422812423593159</id><published>2009-10-03T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:38:00.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prece Avessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SsfrDuhX_JI/AAAAAAAAAWk/a4IxHx52DVY/s1600-h/2z5n0iw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SsfrDuhX_JI/AAAAAAAAAWk/a4IxHx52DVY/s200/2z5n0iw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388533928432237714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Benditos sejam&lt;br /&gt;Todos que usam em vão as trilhas da vida&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando sobre linhas borradas&lt;br /&gt;Envolto em sofrimento e dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ignoram frases de efeitos&lt;br /&gt;Ignoram pesos mortos agregados entre os caminhos matinais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvados sejam os que guardam em si o silêncio, transformando-os em atos fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;Assim seja&lt;br /&gt;Entre todos que deixam de lado os princípios rogados em comunhão materna&lt;br /&gt;Àqueles que cobiçam degraus “rolantes”, almejam o topo do mundo &lt;br /&gt;Que os anjos não apareçam disfarçados &lt;br /&gt;Que digam amém aos que se espelham em modelos derramados de falsa devoção&lt;br /&gt;Que os degraus sejam fortes para os agüentarem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roguemos por todos que se protegem da tempestade envoltos em vestes de papéis&lt;br /&gt;Santificado seja os que conseguem enxergar como aberração aqueles que já foram anjos um dia &lt;br /&gt;Oremos por todos que conseguem ocultar-se da culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digamos Amém&lt;br /&gt;Amém aos bem sucedidos que não sabem dividir, compreendamos a sua compulsão em acumular&lt;br /&gt;Amém aos cultos que não se doam, entupidos de letras e teorias, mas se furtam em idéias “salvadoras”&lt;br /&gt;Amém aos fiéis que derramam lágrimas asfixiantes todos os dias aos pés do Senhor, mas negam uma única palavra afável para abençoar o dia do seu irmão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim seja... Caminhamos lado a lado, somos iguais em alguns instantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os instantes avarentos não se estabeleçam em nossas vidas &lt;br /&gt;E assim, para o nosso bem e o bem do próximo, possamos “orar” uma prece verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;Que seja feita a vossa vontade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-154422812423593159?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/154422812423593159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/154422812423593159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/10/prece-avessa.html' title='Prece Avessa'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SsfrDuhX_JI/AAAAAAAAAWk/a4IxHx52DVY/s72-c/2z5n0iw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5867670791216487329</id><published>2009-10-01T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:09:56.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário Minha Dádiva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu tive um sonho na noite passada&lt;br /&gt;Pensei pedir ajuda para decifrá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Vou contar-lhe o que se passou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava caminhando no cenário de minhas imaginações&lt;br /&gt;De repente, &lt;br /&gt;Anjos surgiram em minha direção, felicitando-me:&lt;br /&gt;"Parabéns alma querida"&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei surpresa, pois não tinha feito nada no dia anterior, nem mesmo até o presente momento, para merecer tal saudação&lt;br /&gt;Eles sorriam pra mim, pareciam zombar&lt;br /&gt;Mas estavam apenas plantando a sementinha da curiosidade dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei olhando para eles em silêncio tentando imaginar que façanha teria eu realizado&lt;br /&gt;Caminhamos à beira de um rio encoberto de flores com vários tons&lt;br /&gt;Um dos anjos de nome estranho, nome esse que não recordo agora, perguntou-me:&lt;br /&gt;"Estas flores, não te lembram nada?"&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuava em silêncio, embora uma imagem tivesse brotado do meu coração e atingido de mansinho a minha retina, &lt;br /&gt;Antes que a refletisse, eu a escondi no labirinto dos meus pensamentos &lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente, não compartilhei o significado da beleza que vi naquele rio de flores coloridas&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo muito estranho. &lt;br /&gt;E se aqueles anjos não fossem anjos?&lt;br /&gt;Por um instante pensei que roubariam a imagem de mim se eu a figurasse, então continuei em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos a caminhada&lt;br /&gt;Paramos em frente de uma árvore cujas folhas eram feitas de papel em seda,&lt;br /&gt;Um perfume suave exalava delas, neste momento vi o labirinto de meus pensamentos se abrindo, mais uma vez aquela imagem de outrora vestia o meu pensar&lt;br /&gt;Os anjos perceberam o meu semblante variar&lt;br /&gt;"Tente mais uma vez". Disse um dos anjos que continuou a indagar&lt;br /&gt;"Duvido que não te lembre em nada este perfume.&lt;br /&gt;Por que resistir alma querida?"&lt;br /&gt;E enfim, eu sorri para eles. &lt;br /&gt;Pedi que me explicassem o porquê da saudação&lt;br /&gt;E eles silenciaram&lt;br /&gt;Respeitei o silêncio naquela ocasião&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos caminhando horas, passamos por várias representações desconexas&lt;br /&gt;Jardins de fotografias&lt;br /&gt;Montanhas cor salmão, nuvens de cetim&lt;br /&gt;Pedras em forma de taças&lt;br /&gt;Chuva de patuás&lt;br /&gt;Guarda-chuvas em forma de balanças&lt;br /&gt;Pensei cá comigo: Balanças? &lt;br /&gt;Sorri docilmente, os anjos também&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração estava mais sereno&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos, os anjos e eu, mais próximos&lt;br /&gt;Eu com as minhas incertezas esperava a última herança deixada por eles.&lt;br /&gt;A noite caiu sobre nós e, quando olhei para o céu, vi estrelas e corações sorrindo pra mim. &lt;br /&gt;Entre eles havia uma estrela maior &lt;br /&gt;Em suas mãos, um coraçãozinho abria os braços querendo me abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Sorria um sorriso vivo de brilho encantador&lt;br /&gt;Só então, pude alcançar o significado do meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;E antes que eu falasse algo&lt;br /&gt;Um dos anjos, cujo nome também não se fixou em minha mente, disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alma querida, termina por aqui a nossa jornada. Creio que você já tenha definido o porquê de nós termos invadido o cenário das suas imaginações. Nós a felicitamos por ser merecedora de uma dádiva UNGIDA PELO SENHOR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que você possa transmitir essa mensagem de carinho para essa dádiva e lembre-se, trate-a com muito amor. Os dias passam e presentes como esse se tornam cada vez mais raros. Dádivas só são dadas por merecimento Val"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um barulho me despertou, já era manhã. Catei um papel na cabeceira da cama e transcrevi o meu sonho para que você soubesse o significado que tem em minha vida. Você é o elo que me une a pureza que existe no meu interior. Minha dádiva "ungida pelo Senhor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Aniversário &lt;br /&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, &lt;br /&gt;Val Costa Pinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para alguém especial&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-5867670791216487329?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5867670791216487329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5867670791216487329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/10/feliz-aniversario-minha-dadiva.html' title='Feliz Aniversário Minha Dádiva!'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-993676702522420983</id><published>2009-09-18T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:05:08.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SrQYDMNVifI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Mac2tMhc4fI/s1600-h/n%C3%A3o%2Bquero%2Bmais%2Bser%2Btua%2Bblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SrQYDMNVifI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Mac2tMhc4fI/s320/n%C3%A3o%2Bquero%2Bmais%2Bser%2Btua%2Bblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382953897710422514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sim, eu erro&lt;br /&gt;Erro quando deixo de ser&lt;br /&gt;Quando ofereço um não por não querer ser intima dos sins que poderia ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Erro quando deixo de ter&lt;br /&gt;Prazer para arriscar novos episódios&lt;br /&gt;Seguir novos scripts&lt;br /&gt;Erro ao gritar o seu nome dentro de mim da forma mais silenciosa possível&lt;br /&gt;Dando às costas aos meus pensamentos positivos&lt;br /&gt;"Me pego" sofrendo&lt;br /&gt;"Me apego" a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Por medo de cometer acertos e por estes me embrulhar em erros, os mesmos que estou aqui agora a cometer, deixando que o tempo se consuma. &lt;br /&gt;Erro quando não tento&lt;br /&gt;Não falo, não me solto&lt;br /&gt;Não te assalto&lt;br /&gt;Fico eu, presa nestes erros &lt;br /&gt;E a lembrança inventada dos meus acertos ao teu lado, coabita minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado, tenho certeza que os meus erros seriam menos sentidos... Essa dor seria mais suportável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-993676702522420983?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/993676702522420983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/993676702522420983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/09/erros.html' title='Erros'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SrQYDMNVifI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Mac2tMhc4fI/s72-c/n%C3%A3o%2Bquero%2Bmais%2Bser%2Btua%2Bblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-660043289352933675</id><published>2009-09-04T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:07:32.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por toda a minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SqGNQbi6SHI/AAAAAAAAASM/_f1q73qBMeg/s1600-h/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o%2Bno%2BC%C3%A9u%2Bcom%2Bave%2Bdentro,%2Btons%2Blaranja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SqGNQbi6SHI/AAAAAAAAASM/_f1q73qBMeg/s200/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o%2Bno%2BC%C3%A9u%2Bcom%2Bave%2Bdentro,%2Btons%2Blaranja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377734743468689522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu seguirei o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Haverá momentos em que&lt;br /&gt;Ele será pisoteado, machucado,&lt;br /&gt;Enfraquecido, ele caberá na palma da minha mão, onde o segurarei com força e não o deixarei parar de pulsar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegarei mais perto do anjo que deixei guardado, quase esquecido aqui dentro, enquanto crescia sendo carimbada por marcas que não deveriam ser minhas&lt;br /&gt;Caminharei com amor e no amor em busca de um "para sempre" diferente do que vimos pintados em nossas mentes como em contos de fadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por toda minha vida &lt;br /&gt;Buscarei uma verdade, na qual, creio eu, ser o amor&lt;br /&gt;Uma verdade que nasce em nossos "corações" através de um madurecer na alma&lt;br /&gt;Eu seguirei o meu coração &lt;br /&gt;Acreditando que existe uma conexão através de uma verdade própria onde somos comandantes de um "para sempre". Num completo ser a dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu seguirei o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Confiando que existe o "para sempre" e nele estarei acompanhada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre recomeçando em um novo ser&lt;br /&gt;À espera de uma nova caminhada, ao princípio de uma nova história de amor eterno...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-660043289352933675?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/660043289352933675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/660043289352933675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/09/por-toda-minha-vida.html' title='Por toda a minha vida'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SqGNQbi6SHI/AAAAAAAAASM/_f1q73qBMeg/s72-c/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o%2Bno%2BC%C3%A9u%2Bcom%2Bave%2Bdentro,%2Btons%2Blaranja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5468543565147675121</id><published>2009-09-04T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:57:04.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Até a última estação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SqFs3U88SkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/91RMNDqzFzI/s1600-h/785021-Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SqFs3U88SkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/91RMNDqzFzI/s320/785021-Large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377699127830006338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cobranças de promessas que não se cumprem&lt;br /&gt;Privam-nos de momentos que poderiam reflorescer uma alma&lt;br /&gt;(Reascendemos assim dores sobejas) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogos que não terminam&lt;br /&gt;Cortam-nos laços que poderiam consolidar uma majestosa união &lt;br /&gt;(Perdemos assim formidáveis encontros por muitos caminhos da vida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posses do que não podemos levar para dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;Formam crostas pelos cantos de uma história copiada&lt;br /&gt;(Por isso andamos tão pesados?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscas por identidades alheias&lt;br /&gt;Não há parada para descanso&lt;br /&gt;Abandonamos o que nos é mais admirável&lt;br /&gt;(Atrás dessas cópias mal-formadas, nos perdemos mais uma vez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negamo-nos mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Qual o propósito dessas escolhas?&lt;br /&gt;Esse sofrimento, a quem pertence?&lt;br /&gt;Como afastá-los?&lt;br /&gt;(Não há entendimento quando perseguimos o ideal de outrem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segurança de verdades impostas&lt;br /&gt;Geram dúvidas que nunca terminam&lt;br /&gt;Escondemo-nos para os outros&lt;br /&gt;Encobrimo-nos com os outros&lt;br /&gt;(Perdemos assim nossa própria verdade, barramos nossas próprias satisfações)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A última estação está próxima&lt;br /&gt;Seguiremos até lá, débeis, impotentes, alienados?&lt;br /&gt;Donos de dúvidas perpétuas?&lt;br /&gt;(E em nossas mentes, o sentido de uma dor aparentemente sem sentido?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até a última estação podemos reascender o que se apagou&lt;br /&gt;Abrandar as nossas dores &lt;br /&gt;Olhar como iguais aqueles que colocamos embaixo de nossos pés ao encarar a vida como competição &lt;br /&gt;Compartilhar com os outros, o que exaltamos sem podar o prazer do sentir&lt;br /&gt;O sofrer certamente não nos deixará de lado, &lt;br /&gt;Que nossas derrapadas decorram de uma incansável busca por crescimento pessoal sem que deixemos a mercê dos nossos ideais, o que não nos pertence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até a última estação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-5468543565147675121?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5468543565147675121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5468543565147675121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/09/ate-ultima-estacao.html' title='Até a última estação'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SqFs3U88SkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/91RMNDqzFzI/s72-c/785021-Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-7102671154274169064</id><published>2009-08-21T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:07:02.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo certo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/So7fFwm2rHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hidrwcs-xJ8/s1600-h/o-amor-e-seu-tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/So7fFwm2rHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hidrwcs-xJ8/s320/o-amor-e-seu-tempo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372476695539788914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;center&gt; Pensei no tempo da minha imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Parei num tempo que não existe&lt;br /&gt;Busquei um tempo para refletir&lt;br /&gt;Me perdi no tempo da busca&lt;br /&gt;Pensei naquele tempo ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Ledo engano. Não existia você&lt;br /&gt;Então varri o tempo daquele passado presente&lt;br /&gt;Perdi muito tempo me procurando&lt;br /&gt;Me achei no tempo certo&lt;br /&gt;Te encontrei nesse tempo&lt;br /&gt;E, &lt;br /&gt;Não vejo melhor tempo para viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu: te: am00 (AM/PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-7102671154274169064?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7102671154274169064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7102671154274169064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/08/tempo-certo.html' title='Tempo certo'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/So7fFwm2rHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hidrwcs-xJ8/s72-c/o-amor-e-seu-tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-3532259528495035951</id><published>2009-08-10T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:04:37.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maquiagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SoDDMNRXiRI/AAAAAAAAARs/mivJ2ey2b28/s1600-h/untitledsa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SoDDMNRXiRI/AAAAAAAAARs/mivJ2ey2b28/s320/untitledsa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368505370313984274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordei&lt;br /&gt;Estou meio tonta, &lt;br /&gt;Tropeços na quina da cama &lt;br /&gt;O mau-humor característico de toda manhã&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parto ao encontro do dia&lt;br /&gt;Nesse imenso teatro&lt;br /&gt;Figurinos e trejeitos colocados à face &lt;br /&gt;‘’Antenas’’ a postos&lt;br /&gt;Estou em ação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo do trajeto cotidiano&lt;br /&gt;"Bom dia" sendo disseminados com sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;Ora misturados com abraços &lt;br /&gt;O costumeiro café com leite frio e adoçante falsificado de cada dia &lt;br /&gt;E eu odeio café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hora do almoço&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo figurino, &lt;br /&gt;Algumas alegorias coladas pelo vento começam a pesar o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;A face querendo repouso&lt;br /&gt;Por um instante pensei está paralisada&lt;br /&gt;Estou com fome!&lt;br /&gt;Por favor! Sem essa de café com leite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tarde está quase largando o dia&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me pedem para interpretar mais um papel&lt;br /&gt;Tento recusar&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o caminho que me leva para casa&lt;br /&gt;Muita poeira, &lt;br /&gt;Procuro algo para tapar a minha visão&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que ficar mais um pouco por aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, é noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sorrio, não enxergo, eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou em casa&lt;br /&gt;Mais um papel preenchido&lt;br /&gt;À frente do espelho &lt;br /&gt;É necessário que se retire toda a maquiagem antes de dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alívio, ainda sou eu&lt;br /&gt;É hora de tomar um bom banho e adormecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã mais um capitulo recomeça... &lt;br /&gt;Espero ser demitida, mas, pensando bem,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que pagar as contas atrasadas &lt;br /&gt;E novos estojos de maquiagem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-3532259528495035951?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3532259528495035951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3532259528495035951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/08/maquiagem.html' title='Maquiagem'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SoDDMNRXiRI/AAAAAAAAARs/mivJ2ey2b28/s72-c/untitledsa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-2473461416114058663</id><published>2009-08-05T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:30:57.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu esquecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SnojxrBoD-I/AAAAAAAAARU/iR_RdGKmpuA/s1600-h/espelho%2520quebrado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SnojxrBoD-I/AAAAAAAAARU/iR_RdGKmpuA/s200/espelho%2520quebrado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366641242235473890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coitada dela&lt;br /&gt;Ela vive só&lt;br /&gt;Só se ouve isso dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dela não tenho notícias há dias&lt;br /&gt;Ela perde os dias trancada em seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe quanto da vida já perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu muito tempo sem nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada parece abalar aquela criatura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criatura estranha ela&lt;br /&gt;Ela vive um conto de fadas&lt;br /&gt;Fadas não existem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem muitos iguais &lt;br /&gt;Iguais a mim?&lt;br /&gt;E eu, quem sou?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-2473461416114058663?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2473461416114058663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2473461416114058663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-esquecido.html' title='Eu esquecido'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SnojxrBoD-I/AAAAAAAAARU/iR_RdGKmpuA/s72-c/espelho%2520quebrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-149447448793145616</id><published>2009-08-01T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:46:00.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Álbum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S6WH9il2JkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Zm3_xcjsvUY/s1600-h/96603746f58fdfabd37d3cf6031ef0b229c73873.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S6WH9il2JkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Zm3_xcjsvUY/s320/96603746f58fdfabd37d3cf6031ef0b229c73873.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450912415329166914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;center&gt; De mãos dadas com a inocência&lt;br /&gt;Gotas de pureza caíam sobre si&lt;br /&gt;Julgava o mundo seu lar&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de si estava o sono de criança&lt;br /&gt;Um urso invernara ali dentro&lt;br /&gt;Não haveria de acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas com a vida&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro beijo&lt;br /&gt;O olhar desconfiado&lt;br /&gt;O travesseiro abafado&lt;br /&gt;Um pecado “anão” de fase passageira&lt;br /&gt;Um medo ingênuo em metamorfose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas com a dor&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas em desalinho&lt;br /&gt;O ódio mirando o tempo&lt;br /&gt;As ilusões sendo entendidas&lt;br /&gt;A distância sendo alcançada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas com a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Um momento para pensar&lt;br /&gt;Um desabrochar&lt;br /&gt;A porta aberta sempre à espera de algo&lt;br /&gt;As descobertas mal e bem vindas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas com o presente&lt;br /&gt;Tenta segurar-se a inocência,&lt;br /&gt;Buscando respostas da vida para aliviar suas dores&lt;br /&gt;Deixando que a solidão se afaste lentamente de suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos abertas para um novo ser que surge a cada imagem do seu álbum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-149447448793145616?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/149447448793145616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/149447448793145616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/08/album.html' title='Álbum'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/S6WH9il2JkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Zm3_xcjsvUY/s72-c/96603746f58fdfabd37d3cf6031ef0b229c73873.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-7153583161247200764</id><published>2009-07-16T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:36:10.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sl_VKMjB1ZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vVsK1wTJBbE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sl_VKMjB1ZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vVsK1wTJBbE/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359236452737734034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos bares da vida &lt;br /&gt;Meu olhar distante confunde alguém ao lado &lt;br /&gt;É somente um olhar oferecido ao nada que alcançou o meu profundo ser naquele instante&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar não destinado, paralisado procurando alento &lt;br /&gt;Perdão meu caro, &lt;br /&gt;Não é você, &lt;br /&gt;Não é ninguém, &lt;br /&gt;Nem é aqui&lt;br /&gt;Fora um momento de distração em meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos bares da vida &lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso é lançado perturbando alguém ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Um infeliz engano meu caro, não estou a flertar com um desconhecido sentado na mesa ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Foi apenas uma lembrança distante que alcançou a minha mente já atordoada com goles de álcool acima do permitido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos bares da vida &lt;br /&gt;Meus movimentos delicados absorvem um olhar afoito&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas estou a me situar na cadeira fria devido ao horário já ultrapassado &lt;br /&gt;Desculpas eu peço, não estou tentando me insinuar. &lt;br /&gt;É só um disfarce para medir o equilíbrio&lt;br /&gt;Já passa da meia noite, é hora de ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Só&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo escolhas&lt;br /&gt;Não é você&lt;br /&gt;Não é ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Nem é aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite, mais uma noite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-7153583161247200764?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7153583161247200764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7153583161247200764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-uma-noite.html' title='Mais uma noite'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sl_VKMjB1ZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vVsK1wTJBbE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-95055411000005398</id><published>2009-07-16T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:09:59.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sl-c5JSD_UI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LnizLeMYi7k/s1600-h/racismo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sl-c5JSD_UI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LnizLeMYi7k/s320/racismo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359174587152334146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;center&gt; Os livraram dos grilhões aos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Deixaram livres as suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adentramos o presente&lt;br /&gt;E os grilhões os pesam na alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separados por irmãos entretons &lt;br /&gt;Escondem nos recônditos do seu eu mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;A dor de sofrer por semelhantes que se fazem diferentes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-95055411000005398?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/95055411000005398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/95055411000005398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/07/marcas.html' title='Marcas'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sl-c5JSD_UI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LnizLeMYi7k/s72-c/racismo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-3208402890398957259</id><published>2009-07-02T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:14:09.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sk09O22yPoI/AAAAAAAAANg/us6bgvTv-TI/s1600-h/amizade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sk09O22yPoI/AAAAAAAAANg/us6bgvTv-TI/s320/amizade1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354002857466150530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não sei muito da vida&lt;br /&gt;O pouco me segura por aqui&lt;br /&gt;E eu caio todos os dias um pouco&lt;br /&gt;E a cada levante sei que acabo conhecendo um pouco mais &lt;br /&gt;Nada que dói tanto ali dói na mesma medida por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Algo me protege, me sustem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei muito...&lt;br /&gt;Você me acolhe nesse caos que é a minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Você alimenta o que considero ser amor&lt;br /&gt;Aprecio todos os teus erros e sei a hora certa de agir&lt;br /&gt;Não me vejo lá fora sem você&lt;br /&gt;E assim, cuidarei de você mesmo sem obrigação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem fazer distinção de nada à minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Saberá que não existe disputa entre o diamante e o ouro de tolo&lt;br /&gt;Não sou vendedor, não negocio vidas&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui por você&lt;br /&gt;Terás, em demasia, o melhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sentir frio, eu, mesmo longe, estarei correndo atrás de uma chama para lhe aquecer&lt;br /&gt;Nada que disser será ofensa&lt;br /&gt;Nada que chorar será vertido sem apreço&lt;br /&gt;Tudo será bem vindo&lt;br /&gt;Cada gesto de frieza será convertido em milésimos &lt;br /&gt;Os milésimos me farão esquecer a indiferença&lt;br /&gt;Os meus ouvidos serão conduzidos para os teus desejos me reportando para a gratidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu jamais esqueço os sorrisos compartilhados&lt;br /&gt;O colo doado&lt;br /&gt;O abraço sorvido&lt;br /&gt;A voz lenta emitindo palavras de agrado para tentar aliviar a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;A falta de paciência contida num gesto atrapalhado de quem ama de forma simples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei muito...&lt;br /&gt;Na vida me encontro desvairada&lt;br /&gt;A certeza dessa amizade me faz lúcida &lt;br /&gt;O alcance dessa lucidez me traz a certeza que &lt;br /&gt;Do pouco que ainda conheço da vida você é parte integral de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-3208402890398957259?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3208402890398957259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3208402890398957259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/07/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sk09O22yPoI/AAAAAAAAANg/us6bgvTv-TI/s72-c/amizade1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-2826401558903886777</id><published>2009-07-02T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:16:12.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Promessas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SuowOTsJKYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PfcqNfKStcQ/s1600-h/dan%C3%A7a%2Bda%2Bsolid%C3%A3o2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SuowOTsJKYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PfcqNfKStcQ/s320/dan%C3%A7a%2Bda%2Bsolid%C3%A3o2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398180125718686082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;center&gt; O teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio em teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar para ser livre&lt;br /&gt;Livre dos porquês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos aqui&lt;br /&gt;Um imã fitando os nossos corpos&lt;br /&gt;Passamos por nossa primeira vontade&lt;br /&gt;Dois prazeres solitários se furtando &lt;br /&gt;Sendo devotos do presente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, agora&lt;br /&gt;Temos de sobra o que nos falta... &lt;br /&gt;E falta tanto assim do que pensamos ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas vozes são lançadas ao entendimento de nossos corpos&lt;br /&gt;Não há o que temer&lt;br /&gt;O que se vai se repete depois &lt;br /&gt;E nos mata de prazer &lt;br /&gt;E como gostamos de morrer...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Um novo silêncio&lt;br /&gt;É hora de partir&lt;br /&gt;Nada fica sem ter sido semeado&lt;br /&gt;Nada que vai é assim tão esperado&lt;br /&gt;Este gozo é desejado&lt;br /&gt;Não há culpa onde se encontra prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem promessas&lt;br /&gt;Sigamos sem máscaras até um próximo dueto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-2826401558903886777?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2826401558903886777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2826401558903886777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/07/sem-promessas.html' title='Sem Promessas'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SuowOTsJKYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PfcqNfKStcQ/s72-c/dan%C3%A7a%2Bda%2Bsolid%C3%A3o2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8094631962192523995</id><published>2009-07-01T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:44:53.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou apenas um roxinol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SkvzXN5QQDI/AAAAAAAAANY/DgVMzQmZFw8/s1600-h/nightingale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SkvzXN5QQDI/AAAAAAAAANY/DgVMzQmZFw8/s320/nightingale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353640162252308530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou apenas um rouxinol&lt;br /&gt;Escondo-me dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Estou entre os teus&lt;br /&gt;Oculto as minhas vestes ao te acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;Encubro a tua dor numa prece que faço ao cantar&lt;br /&gt;Espero o teu adormecer e então levo na minha partida a lembrança dos sons do teu respirar&lt;br /&gt;Pouso numa árvore amiga, e canto com louvor cortejando o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germina o dia e vejo o nascer do sol fazendo brilho à sua imagem no meu interior&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o perfume das flores seguindo em direção ao teu lar&lt;br /&gt;Estou a caminho do meu bem-querer&lt;br /&gt;Volto a ocultar as minhas vestes &lt;br /&gt;Figurando mais um dia e guardando a tua paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu, sendo mais do que os teus olhos corridos enxergam&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu, sendo mais que um canto ao te fazer dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quanto tempo mais voarei sem teu abrigo&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor se eleva com a aurora e permanece ao anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;Posso morrer como &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;benu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e ressurgir a cada dia para o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou apenas um rouxinol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8094631962192523995?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8094631962192523995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8094631962192523995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Sou apenas um roxinol'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SkvzXN5QQDI/AAAAAAAAANY/DgVMzQmZFw8/s72-c/nightingale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-4816004028426209910</id><published>2009-07-01T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:14:49.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você merece o melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Injete na veia um pouco de loucura&lt;br /&gt;Dessas que o fazem aspirar por um ar que não veio ainda&lt;br /&gt;Dessas que o fazem sorrir de uma piada que nem ouviu ainda &lt;br /&gt;É o seu último momento, é sua chance de ser um pouco ‘’normal’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injete na veia um pouco de emoção que não vem de você&lt;br /&gt;Preste atenção aos sinais que vem de muito próximo&lt;br /&gt;É a intenção de sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Estão chamando por você&lt;br /&gt;Não há o que temer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injete sustos e olhe para trás temendo algo que não temia&lt;br /&gt;Temer é fundamental&lt;br /&gt;Seja um pouco bobo&lt;br /&gt;Curve-se à bobagem&lt;br /&gt;Escute os sons que vem daí ou daqui&lt;br /&gt;Mas pare um pouco de ser esse ‘’você’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injete carisma na veia&lt;br /&gt;Faça-se um bem, esteja com outros mais ou menos que você&lt;br /&gt;E seja igual&lt;br /&gt;Saia em busca, &lt;br /&gt;Perca-se, &lt;br /&gt;E que não haja preocupação em saber voltar&lt;br /&gt;Alguém certamente o encontrará&lt;br /&gt;Caia, envergonhe-se... Levante, caia novamente e sorria&lt;br /&gt;Releve sempre, isso aqui passa... Vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Já passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injete sonhos em sua veia, deixe que cheguem ao seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe, flutue&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém achar que a fantasia é demais&lt;br /&gt;Fantasie o que está ouvindo&lt;br /&gt;O mundo está aí, sim está&lt;br /&gt;Mas não precisa seguir um manual&lt;br /&gt;Fabrique o seu próprio manual, &lt;br /&gt;Se não der certo, &lt;br /&gt;Copie e cole o que achar interessante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não precisa passar por cima de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Você logo estará muito abaixo do que imagina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injete na veia uma dose exagerada de infância&lt;br /&gt;Brinque, corra, se esconda...&lt;br /&gt;Se não o satisfaz&lt;br /&gt;Acrescente o que quiser&lt;br /&gt;A vida é toda sua&lt;br /&gt;Sempre haverá um guia em nosso caminho&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser, siga-o ou passe adiante, ele servirá para alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injete na veia amor próprio&lt;br /&gt;É forte, mas você consegue&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de se viciar&lt;br /&gt;A prioridade dada a si mesmo lhe fará um bem incrível&lt;br /&gt;Seja dependente desse amor&lt;br /&gt;Quer sair, saia&lt;br /&gt;Quer ficar, fique&lt;br /&gt;O que é bom para o outro? É bom para você?&lt;br /&gt;Arrisque-se, &lt;br /&gt;Você merece o melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injete humildade em suas veias&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você fique um pouco debilitado&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fique um pouco só&lt;br /&gt;Assim perceberá como as coisas eram supérfluas a ponto de estar só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueça &lt;br /&gt;Você não precisa de objetos pontiagudos para tal fazer&lt;br /&gt;Use o pensar&lt;br /&gt;Treine-o&lt;br /&gt;Se achar que tudo é uma ilusão &lt;br /&gt;Volte ao ponto de partida e siga outros dizeres&lt;br /&gt;Você merece o melhor&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-4816004028426209910?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/4816004028426209910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/4816004028426209910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/07/injete-na-veia-um-pouco-de-loucura.html' title='Você merece o melhor'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-407815786446026021</id><published>2009-06-26T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:56:33.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proteja-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SkUyJqrRhoI/AAAAAAAAANA/eZMWkjGamfo/s1600-h/acheiiiiii.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SkUyJqrRhoI/AAAAAAAAANA/eZMWkjGamfo/s320/acheiiiiii.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351738873855706754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leio o que dizem&lt;br /&gt;Dizem tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;Quanto drama, quanta mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encostada numa parede de bronze&lt;br /&gt;Tento permanecer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está frio então estou protegida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz se esconde detrás do muro, ainda não chega aos meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Daqui não sei aonde ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus pés começam a se esconder de mim&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse ouvi-los&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar em Tua direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o sol começa a queimar  &lt;br /&gt;O bronze não é forte &lt;br /&gt;Algo bate forte e me leva ao chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas mentiras jogadas ao vento estão a subordinar o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Emolduram a minha pureza&lt;br /&gt;Quanta história estranha&lt;br /&gt;Quanta dor ao redor&lt;br /&gt;Corro em Tua direção&lt;br /&gt;As portas estão fechadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo entender o que dizem&lt;br /&gt;Não associo ao que fazem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;O fizeram atributo &lt;br /&gt;Eu já nem sei onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Tento não me perder &lt;br /&gt;E se falo "Meu Deus o que foi isso?&lt;br /&gt;Alguma palavra saiu daqui?" &lt;br /&gt;... Seguramente seu sentido correu de mim&lt;br /&gt;Os donos do mundo a deturparam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento apenas&lt;br /&gt;Venha e simplesmente me abrace&lt;br /&gt;Proteja-me &lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me com o que tenho de mais verdadeiro: &lt;br /&gt;A imagem de Você que eu criei para mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-407815786446026021?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/407815786446026021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/407815786446026021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/06/leio-o-que-dizem-dizem-tanta-coisa.html' title='Proteja-me'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SkUyJqrRhoI/AAAAAAAAANA/eZMWkjGamfo/s72-c/acheiiiiii.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-148585041927884718</id><published>2009-06-19T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:31:56.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção astuta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SjwY49ieFiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hipMTq6KOEY/s1600-h/can%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SjwY49ieFiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hipMTq6KOEY/s320/can%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349177824280188450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canção&lt;br /&gt;Eis o pedido &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me para uma melodia dentro de mim que ainda não conheço&lt;br /&gt;Escuto um violino a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me daqui canção&lt;br /&gt;São lágrimas afinadas, já as conheço&lt;br /&gt;As vozes destes sinos me pesam a cabeça, &lt;br /&gt;Não, por aqui eu não seguirei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali à frente, veja, são marcas de uma viagem que fiz por este lugar há muito tempo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Canção, leve-me para mais além do que vejo, além do que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Faça a sua melhor composição correr em minhas veias&lt;br /&gt;Seja meu condutor, minha energia, &lt;br /&gt;Se resistir aos pesadelos dos sons estremecidos que estão dentro de mim, entorpeça a minha alma, mas não me deixe desistir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me para mais longe, eu sei, estou vendo &lt;br /&gt;Estes acordes me param preciso de velocidade, dispare mil sons, eu exijo&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão perto de algum lugar &lt;br /&gt;Estou sangrando diante destes ruídos, &lt;br /&gt;As harpas rangem e eu só quero continuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem alguém à frente me observando, &lt;br /&gt;Escuto o perigo, &lt;br /&gt;São maldições sendo lançadas&lt;br /&gt;Não querem me abandonar aos braços da paz&lt;br /&gt;E eu continuo as perturbando com a minha fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um brilho dentro de mim extasia, envolve&lt;br /&gt;E querem me privar de conhecer a minha melhor melodia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles gigantes do lado de fora acham que sabem o que procuro&lt;br /&gt;Canção, tape-nos os ouvidos &lt;br /&gt;Não os deixe entrar por esse caminho&lt;br /&gt;E não precisa colher os seus ‘’Adeus’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses gritos, eu já passei por aqui, não é esse o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Essas lamentações são iguais as de ontem, estão me iludindo&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-as passar&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Angústia,fique longe agora, não posso lhe dar atenção&lt;br /&gt;Canção retire-a desse piano, pois este me seduz e eu não quero parar por aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada é tão claro assim&lt;br /&gt;Estas palavras não estão sendo ditas do jeito que você acha que estão&lt;br /&gt;São apenas conjugações confusas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão&lt;br /&gt;Por que ainda me observa, o que você quer?&lt;br /&gt;Não posso lhe dar o que não existe! Você sequer está me vendo.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me em minha viagem&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo os tambores retumbarem em recepção à minha chegada&lt;br /&gt;E esses estrondos?!&lt;br /&gt;Por que ainda não consigo ficar em paz?&lt;br /&gt;Esse barulho começa a me entontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canção, agora que estou perto da realidade de mim mesma, percebo que deixamos pistas demais pelo caminho &lt;br /&gt;Conduza-me de volta, pois eu deixei todos para trás sem entendê-los&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei por que estavam tão próximos de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-148585041927884718?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/148585041927884718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/148585041927884718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/06/cancao-eis-o-pedido-leve-me-para-uma.html' title='Canção astuta'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SjwY49ieFiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hipMTq6KOEY/s72-c/can%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-7701505645534203953</id><published>2009-06-18T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:47:15.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O sonho de uma flor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SjqaUTADXLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mKTM7eQC0CY/s1600-h/The+golden+butterfly-+Mary+Baxter+St%5B1%5D.+Clair-allposters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SjqaUTADXLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mKTM7eQC0CY/s320/The+golden+butterfly-+Mary+Baxter+St%5B1%5D.+Clair-allposters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348757180944440498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corre bem-aventurada&lt;br /&gt;Desejando voar&lt;br /&gt;Anseia falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Anseia o amor encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Canta em ritmo afinado&lt;br /&gt;Uma melodia sem rimas&lt;br /&gt;Não se importando com versos originais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fina Flor despida, vestida de seiva&lt;br /&gt;Vem correndo feliz&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-se livre ao vento &lt;br /&gt;Parece voar plena e confiante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha, viaja em direção à eternidade, um jardim de ‘’flores humanas’’&lt;br /&gt;Dissemina-se aos solos do ‘’além-mundo’’ &lt;br /&gt;À espera de quem a contenha&lt;br /&gt;Fecha os olhos e aperta-os bem forte&lt;br /&gt;Ao abri-los vê brotar outras flores em sua frente&lt;br /&gt;Crê-se protegida&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo parte dessa melodia sem fim&lt;br /&gt;A sensação do real acerta-se numa canção maior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontra-se aos olhos do presente amor&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-o sem temores &lt;br /&gt;Fina flor, &lt;br /&gt;Mistura-se às outras e é aceita sem condições&lt;br /&gt;Já não corre&lt;br /&gt;Finda a sua viagem&lt;br /&gt;Pousa nesse lar benquisto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, sem reserva&lt;br /&gt;Dos céus ressoam uma música singular&lt;br /&gt;As flores se calam&lt;br /&gt;É chegada a hora de despertar&lt;br /&gt;Fina flor teme deixar para trás o que semeou&lt;br /&gt;Não desiste de ficar&lt;br /&gt;Recolhe-se em seu mundo de escolhas e se esconde do amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas,&lt;br /&gt;Este arrebata os seus sonhos e ilumina a porta do seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Chega falando baixinho: “Fina flor, é hora de acordar’’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-7701505645534203953?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7701505645534203953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/7701505645534203953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-sonho-de-uma-flor.html' title='O sonho de uma flor...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SjqaUTADXLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mKTM7eQC0CY/s72-c/The+golden+butterfly-+Mary+Baxter+St%5B1%5D.+Clair-allposters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5372032965007156953</id><published>2009-06-12T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:45:34.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tão simples...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SjKpd1R7NOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/w2coIhXFr5Q/s1600-h/castelosareia25ly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346522037625763042" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SjKpd1R7NOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/w2coIhXFr5Q/s320/castelosareia25ly.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 309px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 208px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eles não entenderiam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É mais do que poderíamos explicar&lt;br /&gt;Somos crianças em busca de um tesouro imaginário&lt;br /&gt;Encontramos pistas em nós mesmos&lt;br /&gt;Pintamos sorrisos, abraços e beijos&lt;br /&gt;Borramos o papel com lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Desenhamos corações em forma de balões&lt;br /&gt;Estamos partindo em busca do nosso castelo&lt;br /&gt;Somos crianças&lt;br /&gt;Brincamos de areia, construímos o que queremos&lt;br /&gt;A alma é pura, somos anjos de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Rezamos sem saber rezar&lt;br /&gt;Chamamos atenção por querer&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos juntos e separados&lt;br /&gt;Somos crianças, desabrochando em novos ares&lt;br /&gt;Estes desvios desviam os nossos olhares para mais além&lt;br /&gt;E somos completos em nossas ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Inteiros em nossas quedas&lt;br /&gt;Metade da nossa inocência emprestamos sem questionar&lt;br /&gt;Estamos livres de zelos&lt;br /&gt;Estamos presos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Somos crianças ciumentas, birrentas&lt;br /&gt;Encantamos as pessoas com os nossos riscos desalinhados&lt;br /&gt;Estamos crescendo &lt;br /&gt;Mudando nossos retratos, pintando novas formas, novas emoções&lt;br /&gt;Nossa vida é poesia &lt;br /&gt;Somos amizade, &lt;br /&gt;Sem cobrança, sem arreios&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós&lt;br /&gt;E ainda somos crianças!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles não entenderiam&lt;br /&gt;É tão simples&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que poderíamos explicar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para os meus amigos: Muryllo e Thiago&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-5372032965007156953?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5372032965007156953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5372032965007156953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/06/eles-nao-entenderiam-e-mais-do-que.html' title='Tão simples...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SjKpd1R7NOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/w2coIhXFr5Q/s72-c/castelosareia25ly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-75180761950027046</id><published>2009-05-14T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:08:30.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A chave</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Um pouco de atenção&lt;br /&gt;Um copo de canção&lt;br /&gt;Uma prisão num aperto de mão&lt;br /&gt;O toque de um coração&lt;br /&gt;Um jogo de emoção&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima mesmo que em vão&lt;br /&gt;Dois dizendo não&lt;br /&gt;E essa sensação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click! E ''abre-te sésamo''!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma de abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Um jeito próprio de falar&lt;br /&gt;Uma mentira pra gargalhar&lt;br /&gt;Uma gozação pra perturbar&lt;br /&gt;Um florete pra cutucar&lt;br /&gt;Uma verdade pra conformar&lt;br /&gt;Dois dizendo vem cá&lt;br /&gt;E essa sensação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click! E ''abre-te sésamo''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite perdida&lt;br /&gt;Um dia inteiramente cansada&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade de bater&lt;br /&gt;Outra de beijar&lt;br /&gt;Vontade que permanece&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida que se completa&lt;br /&gt;Dois dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;‘’Quero dormir’’&lt;br /&gt;E essa sensação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns versos meio tortos&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso que cansa a face&lt;br /&gt;Uma falta de rima&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima que rola de saudades&lt;br /&gt;Um telefone que acaba de tocar&lt;br /&gt;Um dizendo: ‘’não acredito’’&lt;br /&gt;E o outro querendo chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem precisa terminar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas só pra confirmar&lt;br /&gt;Click! E ''abre-te sésamo''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;br /&gt;Para o meu AMIGO Edmilson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-75180761950027046?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/75180761950027046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/75180761950027046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/05/chave.html' title='A chave'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8951450747413066334</id><published>2009-05-14T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:36:44.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar Displicente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sgyq9GTQsyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qdi-vC34jyU/s1600-h/Imagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sgyq9GTQsyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qdi-vC34jyU/s200/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335827625167336226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Olhar displicente&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe, mas me contém&lt;br /&gt;Joga com a minha fingida inocência&lt;br /&gt;E nesse enlace o domino também&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio continuo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu lado és lançado  &lt;br /&gt;E fala num sorriso abandonado&lt;br /&gt;Que não pode ir além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar displicente, caminha no meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Amedrontado, foge &lt;br /&gt;E, num passar de humor que desconheço&lt;br /&gt;Volta fulminante e me envolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num ato contrário condeno o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Saio um pouco de mim, só pra chamar a tua atenção &lt;br /&gt;Pronta calma que cai em desvelo &lt;br /&gt;Um desespero querendo se revelar&lt;br /&gt;Brincando de jogo de esconde&lt;br /&gt;Oculto, querendo te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar displicente&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia se passa e torna viúvo o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Acordo a realidade &lt;br /&gt;Comove o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Reticente, me abandona &lt;br /&gt;E sem querer me faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8951450747413066334?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8951450747413066334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8951450747413066334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/05/olhar-displicente.html' title='Olhar Displicente'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sgyq9GTQsyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qdi-vC34jyU/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8612799419259565009</id><published>2009-05-03T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:09:14.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CAMINHO DE CASA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Às vezes eles esquecem de fechar a porta &lt;br /&gt;Parece quente lá dentro, aconchegante&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos inocentes me envolvem, me abraçam&lt;br /&gt;Um barulho estranho surge, &lt;br /&gt;Alguém caminha em direção a outrem oferecendo um beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observo e sigo em frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali ao lado alguns estão sentados em jornais &lt;br /&gt;Compartilhando algo&lt;br /&gt;Pão e tapinha nas costas&lt;br /&gt;Tento não contaminá-los com meu olhar de desdém e culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a caminho de casa&lt;br /&gt;Parada num cruzamento&lt;br /&gt;Lamentando a estrada deserta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8612799419259565009?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8612799419259565009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8612799419259565009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/05/caminho-de-casa.html' title='A CAMINHO DE CASA'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-3494929427863641172</id><published>2009-04-30T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:16:16.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEDIDO AO ACASO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SvCdcG0zlwI/AAAAAAAAAY0/7ZfO6UxXYv4/s1600-h/Hush_by_dunkelgold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SvCdcG0zlwI/AAAAAAAAAY0/7ZfO6UxXYv4/s320/Hush_by_dunkelgold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399989059411220226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Meu amigo Acaso traga-me um pouco de paz&lt;br /&gt;Faça correr de mim essa vontade ‘crucificante’&lt;br /&gt;Retira-me desse abismo&lt;br /&gt;Absorva a minha dor, não desista &lt;br /&gt;Remova as raízes venenosas que se escondem abaixo dos meus pés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto dó da parte em mim que teima em ser salva&lt;br /&gt;Ela não sabe, mas percorre um campo minado, escuro e&lt;br /&gt;Repleto de outras partes assim como esta corajosa suicida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaso, devolva-me o prazer que se arrastou para onde não há um encontro&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos purifique meus olhos para que eu encontre novos prazeres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se mostre assim com tanto desprezo &lt;br /&gt;Admito minha culpa por não sair deste pequeno ‘malzoleu’&lt;br /&gt;Por lamentar cada chance ofertada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só?&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei por onde andar, não seria possível&lt;br /&gt;Não me acho para tal fazer!&lt;br /&gt;Se me ouve, não insisto em permanecer nestas vontades ‘reais imaginárias’ que se alimentam de migalhas...&lt;br /&gt;Acaso estará salvando o alicerce que me impulsiona para vida&lt;br /&gt;A parte em mim que teima em ser salva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-3494929427863641172?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3494929427863641172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3494929427863641172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/04/pedido-ao-acaso.html' title='PEDIDO AO ACASO'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SvCdcG0zlwI/AAAAAAAAAY0/7ZfO6UxXYv4/s72-c/Hush_by_dunkelgold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-1644810674961343613</id><published>2009-04-30T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:54:25.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NESSE TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SfpIIsGk-uI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cBXBcrnmPEU/s1600-h/IroniaDoTempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SfpIIsGk-uI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cBXBcrnmPEU/s320/IroniaDoTempo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330652423061306082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse tempo com tempo contado &lt;br /&gt;Coloco os meus desejos em virtude do que me consome&lt;br /&gt;Os meus vícios infectam as minhas vontades prematuras&lt;br /&gt;Nada é sólido comparado a esse ‘iceberg’ pulsante&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto frio&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto: O meu corpo ainda permanece aqui... &lt;br /&gt;A cada momento um ponteiro se desgasta&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos o seguem, &lt;br /&gt;A minha vida ‘gira’ e retorna com um tempo a menos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-1644810674961343613?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1644810674961343613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1644810674961343613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/04/nesse-tempo.html' title='NESSE TEMPO'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SfpIIsGk-uI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cBXBcrnmPEU/s72-c/IroniaDoTempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8512721686330012361</id><published>2009-04-30T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:08:30.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dar-te-ei a minha alma para abduzir o que eu já não suporto&lt;br /&gt;Vozes, olhares, gestos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundo fique mudo por um instante ou me adormeça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma, agitada alma, quando não mais suportares as vozes, os olhares e gestos&lt;br /&gt;Recolhe-te ou renova-me&lt;br /&gt;Pois o mundo não cessará, não silenciará!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Val e Consull&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8512721686330012361?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8512721686330012361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8512721686330012361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_30.html' title='...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5065129677476504714</id><published>2009-04-30T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:58:06.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cautela</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hei, vá mais pra esse lado, é o correto&lt;br /&gt;Não fique assim, não é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Observe menos, sorria menos&lt;br /&gt;Não se mostre tanto assim, pode ser prejudicial&lt;br /&gt;Assim como beber e fumar, renuncie!&lt;br /&gt;Não olhe demais para essa direção, ela poderá te levar para um abismo&lt;br /&gt;Não chore&lt;br /&gt;Não, não, não!&lt;br /&gt;Faça isso, aquilo, isso!&lt;br /&gt;Siga essas setas, elas estão aqui para o seu bem&lt;br /&gt;Desista dessas idéias absurdas&lt;br /&gt;Siga a maioria&lt;br /&gt;Desista de ser você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga frustrado&lt;br /&gt;Siga infeliz&lt;br /&gt;Siga vazio&lt;br /&gt;Respire fundo e continue vivendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei, existe outro caminho&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco solitário, porém verdadeiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-5065129677476504714?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5065129677476504714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5065129677476504714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Cautela'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5408985923786275812</id><published>2009-04-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:20:40.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDA EM MIM NARRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SeKkRPlXJ7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9bP4BrEvFEQ/s1600-h/sda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SeKkRPlXJ7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9bP4BrEvFEQ/s320/sda.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323998325653317554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dessa constante angústia suportável e prazerosa&lt;br /&gt;Dessa imensa agonia tentadora e desejada&lt;br /&gt;Desse vácuo de interesse por outros tantos&lt;br /&gt;Dessa cruz sem imagem&lt;br /&gt;Desse elevador que não imerge&lt;br /&gt;Dessa beleza que não seduz&lt;br /&gt;Desse som que penetra as entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Desse amanhecer perpétuo e inoportuno&lt;br /&gt;Desse anoitecer que acalma a alma&lt;br /&gt;Desses dias repetidos e sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vida desejada e sem desejo&lt;br /&gt;Desse foco que não focalizo&lt;br /&gt;Dessa tempestade que se vai e finda o meu encanto&lt;br /&gt;Desse incômodo ardendo em minha fé&lt;br /&gt;Dessas estradas apontando setas para entregar-me ao desagradável ‘igual’&lt;br /&gt;Dessa normalidade que me entontece&lt;br /&gt;Dessas palavras que não posso gritar&lt;br /&gt;Desse avesso que não se vira&lt;br /&gt;Desse finito tempo que comparo ao infinito&lt;br /&gt;Desses esses e essas que não entendo &lt;br /&gt;A vida em mim narra:&lt;br /&gt;Nada disso sou eu... &lt;br /&gt;Aqui jaz apenas uma dor proclamada!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-5408985923786275812?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5408985923786275812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5408985923786275812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/04/vida-em-mim-narra.html' title='A VIDA EM MIM NARRA'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SeKkRPlXJ7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9bP4BrEvFEQ/s72-c/sda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-1906855880448059458</id><published>2009-04-12T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:29:44.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Paixão que vicia &lt;br /&gt;Não existe ‘um’ você&lt;br /&gt;São faces passageiras &lt;br /&gt;Corpos que abraçam o desejo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o exposto basta sem mostrar-se puramente &lt;br /&gt;Paixão sem extremos, apenas paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sem algemas&lt;br /&gt;Sem algoz&lt;br /&gt;Apenas parte do que sou e a sou a cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Aqui em meus desejos, em minhas pausas de pensamentos distantes &lt;br /&gt;Quase posso abraçar-te, &lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Então adormeço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem será você amanhã?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-1906855880448059458?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1906855880448059458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1906855880448059458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/04/paixao.html' title='PAIXÃO'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-609146738935000277</id><published>2009-04-09T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:59:01.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Profundamente em mim&lt;br /&gt;Desde sempre&lt;br /&gt;Sempre amor&lt;br /&gt;Olhar terno de desejo em cor&lt;br /&gt;Todos os tons completam-se em mim&lt;br /&gt;Próximo à entrada da salvação&lt;br /&gt;Gritos tortuosos&lt;br /&gt;PQ não? - Já os ouço...&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te tão fácil como lamentar não estar ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Já te imagino como uma metade perdida&lt;br /&gt;em tempos de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Posso anular as chances do meu destino&lt;br /&gt;Desde sempre&lt;br /&gt;Sempre em mim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-609146738935000277?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/609146738935000277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/609146738935000277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/04/desde-sempre.html' title='Desde sempre...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-3199552429369985320</id><published>2009-04-09T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:35:01.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um último mergulho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sd58A2FLdbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JV3_Llp0p5g/s1600-h/CORA%C3%87%C3%83O2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sd58A2FLdbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JV3_Llp0p5g/s320/CORA%C3%87%C3%83O2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322828163557586354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhos vedados e um alvo com sinais de dor&lt;br /&gt;Atiro mais uma vez &lt;br /&gt;E sigo em frente&lt;br /&gt;Sigo nessa estrada com flechas sendo lançadas e ’nada’ me atinge,&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças me guiam para muito, muito longe do que sou agora &lt;br /&gt;Lanço-me em chances à primeira vista: Fantasia&lt;br /&gt;À beira do rio ’Desafio’, mergulho&lt;br /&gt;Curando feridas invisíveis enquanto marcas vão ficando aqui fora&lt;br /&gt;Tomo algo, mais uma dose amarga oferecida&lt;br /&gt;Algo aquém de mim surge invisível batendo forte&lt;br /&gt;Tudo volta a ficar onde deveria, menos essa sensação aqui ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Aceito, é meu registro aqui findado, cruel jogo do existir&lt;br /&gt;Continuo alimentando o dia final &lt;br /&gt;As tentações não hão de persuadir-me, mas há muito enganou o meu embarque&lt;br /&gt;Então aqui dentro estou eu, abrigada, presa e de alguma forma sendo devorada  &lt;br /&gt;Esse adeus batendo em meus pensamentos me motiva, mantendo-me acordada&lt;br /&gt;Recorro ao rio onde sempre seco as minhas feridas e mergulho bem fundo tentando não sentir nenhum sentido, &lt;br /&gt;Regresso e eles continuam ali... quanto barulho&lt;br /&gt;Eu silencio e permanecem insistindo... tão próximos. &lt;br /&gt;Retorno refém, pagando penas doridas, sendo absolvida para manter o ciclo, &lt;br /&gt;Virando-me ao avesso e voltando cada vez mais vazia de certezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me resta um último mergulho, retorno ao rio &lt;br /&gt;Mas ele secou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-3199552429369985320?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3199552429369985320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3199552429369985320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/04/olhos-vedados-e-um-alvo-com-sinais-de.html' title='Um último mergulho'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sd58A2FLdbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JV3_Llp0p5g/s72-c/CORA%C3%87%C3%83O2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5389018252016250315</id><published>2009-03-31T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:18:18.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Querer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Querer ser como outro ser&lt;br /&gt;Alívio?&lt;br /&gt;Segurança?&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade?&lt;br /&gt;Ou são apenas lágrimas movendo-se para outro curso?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-5389018252016250315?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5389018252016250315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5389018252016250315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/03/querer.html' title='Querer...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-3941961966438098956</id><published>2009-03-31T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:37:47.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terreno estranho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sfo_T-HzMKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QgLm9cxGhqY/s1600-h/mulher_estrada_Foto+de+Edward+Dimsdale_road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sfo_T-HzMKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QgLm9cxGhqY/s320/mulher_estrada_Foto+de+Edward+Dimsdale_road.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330642721272180898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Esse terreno é estranho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Piso em cima de marcas deixadas por tantos&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes os caminhos parecem se comunicar indicando outros caminhos falantes&lt;br /&gt;Vejo corpos ‘mudos’, imitações estranhas e ‘laxantes’&lt;br /&gt;Aos que não vejo por inteiro dedico maior atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje senti falta de uma ‘árvore’ de folhas secas&lt;br /&gt;Tive curiosidade em saber se alguém mais tinha curiosidade em saber a causa de suas folhas serem secas&lt;br /&gt;Uma imaginável semelhante talvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse terreno é estranho&lt;br /&gt;Ontem deixei pegadas num caminho cheio de pegadas&lt;br /&gt;Talvez de seres 'delirantes' como essa fulana que vos alimenta com palavras aparentemente desconexas&lt;br /&gt;Indo e vindo em círculos sem ponto de partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delirantes, pisando em lugares férteis e outros muito sólidos&lt;br /&gt;Tentando passar, assim como eu, ‘desapercebida’ &lt;br /&gt;À procura de algo que esteja à procura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terreno desviante&lt;br /&gt;Não lança cordas e nem abre algemas&lt;br /&gt;Não engole, masca&lt;br /&gt;Masca uma teia de vidas que deixam pegadas por onde passo e sempre me levam para o mesmo lugar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-3941961966438098956?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3941961966438098956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3941961966438098956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Terreno estranho'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sfo_T-HzMKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QgLm9cxGhqY/s72-c/mulher_estrada_Foto+de+Edward+Dimsdale_road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5140735597457506386</id><published>2009-03-21T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:42:19.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>São oito horas da noite</title><content type='html'>Apenas um horário comum entre os outros 23&lt;br /&gt;Vejo luzes ofuscantes aqui de cima&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vidas estão presentes nesse momento&lt;br /&gt;Quantas estão partindo&lt;br /&gt;Quantas chegando&lt;br /&gt;Dentro destas paredes frias que vejo&lt;br /&gt;Muitas lágrimas estão escondidas aos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Muitos sorrisos presos entre as várias paredes que vejo sem poder contagiar os que anseiam por apenas um sufixo&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sorrio por imaginar sorrisos e, &lt;br /&gt;Choro por imaginar a dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas energias perdidas, esgotadas, compartilhadas apenas entre os seus&lt;br /&gt;E esse vento agradável que vem sentar-se ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Observa todo o silêncio aqui de fora&lt;br /&gt;E se despede sem dizer se volta amanhã p me fazer companhia...&lt;br /&gt;Já não são oito horas&lt;br /&gt;Já não há poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-5140735597457506386?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5140735597457506386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5140735597457506386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/03/sao-oito-horas-da-noite.html' title='São oito horas da noite'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-4680088418075308472</id><published>2009-03-03T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:08:52.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje dei um basta ao meu sofrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sa24UEF0xvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/k7b49RFohM0/s1600-h/spvida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sa24UEF0xvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/k7b49RFohM0/s320/spvida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309102190574749426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dei um basta ao meu sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Traguei você &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Fez viagem em mim reconhecendo o meu interior &lt;br /&gt;Permanecendo em meus pulmões, &lt;br /&gt;Faltou-me ar&lt;br /&gt;Viajou na rede dos meus pensamentos soltos onde estavam presos alguns dos momentos importunos que a vida apresentou ao meu desordeiro coração.&lt;br /&gt;... Que pulsava querendo soltar-se das garras dos sentimentos que o caçara para entregá-lo ao sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Senti arder por alguns segundos dentro de mim, como uma chama em brasa, os meus pensamentos de você. &lt;br /&gt;Esse prazer que a ti foi apresentado hoje não mais o faz dono dos meus anseios&lt;br /&gt;Fiz-me antes uma triste companhia a quem pertenci, sem doar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois este, já era possuído.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade estava onde não se podia enxergar. E o que os outros poderiam julgar se apenas máscaras lhes eram apresentadas? &lt;br /&gt;O desejo por você me fechou para outros prazeres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje resolvi morrer um pouco para você e viver um pouco para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Traguei você e ao dispensá-lo do meu interior vi sua bela imagem passar em nuvem de fumaça por entre meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Quase titubeei, mas pelo menos por hoje, dei um basta ao meu sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-4680088418075308472?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/4680088418075308472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/4680088418075308472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-dei-um-basta-ao-meu-sofrer.html' title='Hoje dei um basta ao meu sofrer'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/Sa24UEF0xvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/k7b49RFohM0/s72-c/spvida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8013417119728763202</id><published>2009-02-26T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:01:29.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagem</title><content type='html'>Podem olhar, alguns dizem que é assim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Não a viram sofrer como eu vejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vêem seus olhos ’vermelhos’ querendo esconder a vergonha de si mesma&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que foi uma escolha&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo escolhas naqueles olhos que parecem implorar por ajuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu quem sou?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas acompanho de perto o seu sofrimento, oferecendo palavras de conforto que passam longe do seu entendimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado pessoas estão rindo, vivendo o pouco que resta da vida farta de mentiras&lt;br /&gt;E aquela alma inocente, cheia de dores humanas ainda respira esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ela há de sentir Você sem cobrar a vida que a deste&lt;br /&gt;Sem Lhe virar as costas pesadas da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ela há de sorrir com brilho ingênuo nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Revelando um amor próprio jamais sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ela há de reconhecer que sempre seguiu acompanhada&lt;br /&gt;Saberá respeitar as Tuas vontades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ela há de não chorar para chamar a Tua atenção e assumirá os seus próprios erros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes que esse dia chegue, ela vai desejar que a sua alma por Ti seja abençoada, para que ela O aceite tão verdadeiramente quanto ao amor que sempre foi intrínseco nela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu, mera espectadora da vida Lhe darei enfim, boas-vindas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8013417119728763202?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8013417119728763202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8013417119728763202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/02/imagem.html' title='Imagem'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-6617192377132644909</id><published>2009-02-16T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:14:07.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>viajei... (O tempo que não volta mais)</title><content type='html'>O tempo que não volta mais&lt;br /&gt;Querendo partir me pediu piedade&lt;br /&gt;Disse que ficaria tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;‘’Que nem mesmo existe mais’’,&lt;br /&gt;Consolou-me garantindo que me libertaria dos meus tormentos&lt;br /&gt;Que eu o deixasse evaporar e não esperasse o encontro com a morte&lt;br /&gt;Que esse é o momento.&lt;br /&gt;O agora me grita pedindo que eu acorde e viva&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça o que já não existe e não viva de amargores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sonolenta começo a compreender que não posso buscar nada no momento pretérito&lt;br /&gt;E que inerte deixei de viver o que a pouco poderia ser uma oportunidade única&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que não volta mais me impele para o agora&lt;br /&gt;Estou entregue ao presente sem nenhuma expectativa que não seja a de viver&lt;br /&gt;Pois nem mesmo o amanhã me pertence.&lt;br /&gt;E quão imponente deve ser o amanhã que todos esperam.&lt;br /&gt;Deve certamente zombar daqueles que ignoram o hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do amanhã não escuto nada,&lt;br /&gt;Do amanhã não sou íntima&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde quem sabe não o encontre&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de conhecer o tempo que bate à porta da minha presente existência&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças, as quais não posso viver outra vez,&lt;br /&gt;se apresentam como gotas de aprendizagem.&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus ouvidos falam baixinho oferecendo proteção aos percalços que o amanhã poderá me oferecer&lt;br /&gt;Um presente de boas-vindas, talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não penso no amanhã como vilão de minha história&lt;br /&gt;Sendo minha, quem mais poderia ter prejudicado a mim mesma?&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que não volta mais partiu e eu segurei o quanto pude&lt;br /&gt;Até o a pouco já passou&lt;br /&gt;Confusa (...)&lt;br /&gt;Acho que me juntarei a algumas expectativas sem me apegar ao longo prazo&lt;br /&gt;Que dúvida cruel me ocorreu agora&lt;br /&gt;Se a pouco comecei a discorrer sobre isso tudo&lt;br /&gt;E ainda não finalizei o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que não volta mais não estará presente??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu poderia dizer que já é amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;Posso agora rir junto ao imponente amanhã, pois a ele já pertenço&lt;br /&gt;Já passa da meia-noite&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, mesmo agora, compreendo que nada tem explicação se voltarmos ao ponto de partida.&lt;br /&gt;Logo, viver é a melhor forma de viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-6617192377132644909?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6617192377132644909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/6617192377132644909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/02/viajei-o-tempo-que-nao-volta-mais.html' title='viajei... (O tempo que não volta mais)'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-3502829609443119768</id><published>2009-02-09T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:51:22.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SZCx93sDfqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IrZE-anXBco/s1600-h/grita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300932437893938850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SZCx93sDfqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IrZE-anXBco/s320/grita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ela tocava a face com arrependimento dos últimos dias em que deixou os dias passarem à sua frente.&lt;br /&gt;O amor de outrora se curvava aos seus pés como falso amigo de sua dor cruzando longo caminho para enganá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Maldade fez o amor que intimidou o seu coração fazendo-a amiga da ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-se segura com a senhora Ilusão, que fazia sombra ao amor, ocupando lugar de direito em seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Havia rasgos de si pela casa, espalhados e escondidos. Lágrimas sofridas, choradas em silêncio e dores abafadas por entre úmidas almofadas.&lt;br /&gt;Suas angústias se enfeitavam de auto piedade – falsa fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;Rasgos doídos, remendos daquela pobre alma que sempre tentava conquistar o vento na esperança que este a levasse para algum lugar que não o dela – Mas ele a desprezava.&lt;br /&gt;Era só sol, sempre só.&lt;br /&gt;Seus retalhos iam se acumulando pela casa formando sua triste história. Um livro seco de folhas vazias, esperando que o desconhecido se apresentasse para reavivar a sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;Pertencia sem pertencer. Estava presente em matéria, mas o seu espírito há muito se tinha ido.&lt;br /&gt;Quando unia os seus remendos para buscar um novo ar, o amor sem avisar, voltava de viagem e mais uma vez lá estava a enganá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Cansada da escuridão que refletia do seu olhar e da aparência assolada que contaminava outros olhares, ela chorava jovens lágrimas sofridas e em frente ao espelho continuava a tocar sua face ‘’devastada’’ arrependida pelos dias passados em que não aceitou o amor que hoje dilacera o seu viver... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5529954014284085142-3502829609443119768?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3502829609443119768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/3502829609443119768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/02/ela.html' title='Ela'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SZCx93sDfqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IrZE-anXBco/s72-c/grita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-5892961007087131627</id><published>2009-02-02T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:38:19.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor vertido em ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SYc7as9T9nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C2IcF9KajNc/s1600-h/Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298268816555636338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SYc7as9T9nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C2IcF9KajNc/s320/Blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SYc6zYDQYfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z95prZMLHnE/s1600-h/Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma folha tremula em minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Pele rubra, sob pálida alma&lt;br /&gt;Desejo puro&lt;br /&gt;Só O desejo&lt;br /&gt;Tua presença me cala&lt;br /&gt;Que culpa tem o meu querer?&lt;br /&gt;Julgo meu coração, réu confesso de minha paixão desmedida&lt;br /&gt;Já não há dia&lt;br /&gt;Quando em ti não há um encontro&lt;br /&gt;Não existem surpresas em meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Contenho-me em sorrisos vazios&lt;br /&gt;De onde vem&lt;br /&gt;Desejo infame&lt;br /&gt;Impuramente devasta-me&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos me condena&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-lhe e,&lt;br /&gt;Temo&lt;br /&gt;Amor vertido em ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Por que tomaste o pouco que me restava da lucidez? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-5892961007087131627?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5892961007087131627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/5892961007087131627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Amor vertido em ilusão'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SYc7as9T9nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C2IcF9KajNc/s72-c/Blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8000938730111630506</id><published>2009-01-27T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:12:30.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reincidente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SX_aPKCZlMI/AAAAAAAAADY/d2qg87zhpkQ/s1600-h/homemflor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296191640738305218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SX_aPKCZlMI/AAAAAAAAADY/d2qg87zhpkQ/s320/homemflor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabe! Eu queria voltar ao meu lugar de origem.&lt;br /&gt;Onde me sentia confortável, protegido, amado&lt;br /&gt;Onde não via o que vejo hoje&lt;br /&gt;Daria tudo para voltar a flutuar dentro dela, como não posso, flutuo em meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Ah se eu pudesse voltar, estaria mais seguro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe! Eu não nasci assim, eu sorria olhando nos olhos dela e me encontrava em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Eu não desejei ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;Não fiz planos para chegar onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Sei que me perdi por mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não perdoa&lt;br /&gt;Apenas aceita desculpas e vira a sua face para onde eu não estou&lt;br /&gt;Como não sou anjo&lt;br /&gt;Troco a indiferença pelos meus atos&lt;br /&gt;E retorno para o nada de sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe! Procuro uma chance, mas ela parece ter caído do meu bolso no caminho de volta à realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Na ponta dos meus dedos, lágrimas se dissolvem lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;As minhas lembranças dela também se dissipam.&lt;br /&gt;E eu volto a ser um reincidente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-8000938730111630506?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8000938730111630506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8000938730111630506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/01/reincidente.html' title='Reincidente'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SX_aPKCZlMI/AAAAAAAAADY/d2qg87zhpkQ/s72-c/homemflor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-2357554476131457155</id><published>2009-01-26T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:01:01.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se nos perdermos, quem salvaremos primeiro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por que é tão difícil estar onde se deseja estar?&lt;br /&gt;O que faz as pessoas acharem que são melhores que as outras, apenas por perceber o mundo de forma mais coerente&lt;br /&gt;Por que ser coerente?!!&lt;br /&gt;Por que essa tendência em permanecer na verdade imposta pela maioria e, anular sua própria verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Qual a verdade, na verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando as pessoas permanecerão na ignorância velada e na hipocrisia medida?&lt;br /&gt;Existe mal nisso? Por que mudar?&lt;br /&gt;Quantos passos são dados até o próximo abismo?&lt;br /&gt;São os mesmos a me acompanhar na volta?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas dúvidas são precisas para se chegar ao extremo da loucura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De onde sairá o coelho?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde irá a magia?&lt;br /&gt;Quem adormecerá os meus, os nossos demônios?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando essa visão de um mundo ao contrário?&lt;br /&gt;Estamos rendidos desde o primeiro respiro????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que se importar?&lt;br /&gt;Quando perderemos o controle total?&lt;br /&gt;Se nos perdermos, quem salvaremos primeiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-2357554476131457155?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2357554476131457155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/2357554476131457155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-nos-perdermos-quem-salvaremos.html' title='Se nos perdermos, quem salvaremos primeiro?'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-1765847962680826555</id><published>2009-01-22T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:45:41.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontrei Você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SXkAB64iEnI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pa8BP4Q-LSE/s1600-h/Natasha_Lyonne_untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294262869936968306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SXkAB64iEnI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pa8BP4Q-LSE/s200/Natasha_Lyonne_untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desde o primeiro encontro dos nossos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Eu soube o quanto eu poderia te amar&lt;br /&gt;Quantas chances eu teria de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Desde o primeiro toque&lt;br /&gt;Eu soube quantas desilusões sofreria&lt;br /&gt;Quanto de amor me restaria&lt;br /&gt;Quantos sonhos seriam realizados&lt;br /&gt;Você despertou meus desejos mais profundos&lt;br /&gt;Quantas respostas achei e perdi&lt;br /&gt;Quantos erros pensei ter cometido até chegar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia que existias, mas não acreditava num encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te busquei todos esses anos de minha existência&lt;br /&gt;Te procurei no ar, mas dos pássaros não tive notícias&lt;br /&gt;Te procurei nos oceanos esperando que as ondas te trouxessem para mim&lt;br /&gt;Procurei você até mesmo em meio à tempestades, desejando que surgisse de um clarão no céu.&lt;br /&gt;Te procurei dentro de mim, chorei de angústia por não achar-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti tanta saudade do desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Sobrava um espaço vazio imenso dentro de mim querendo ser preenchido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pena a vida não ter nos apresentado no momento certo&lt;br /&gt;Que pena eu ter chegado tarde&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ter outros espaços dentro de mim para ir sobrevivendo&lt;br /&gt;Ficar te admirando e agradecer por ter ao menos descoberto que cada caminho que me desviei foi um guia&lt;br /&gt;Cada erro que cometi foi uma direção para chegar até você e&lt;br /&gt;Desejar ter existido por cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo não sendo sua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;by Val Costa Pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5529954014284085142-1765847962680826555?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1765847962680826555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/1765847962680826555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/01/encontrei-voc.html' title='Encontrei Você...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SXkAB64iEnI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pa8BP4Q-LSE/s72-c/Natasha_Lyonne_untitled4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-8266883341294929222</id><published>2009-01-21T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:03:05.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Vida, A sua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada passo&lt;br /&gt;Cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;Há tanto sentimento misturado&lt;br /&gt;Um sopro de sofrimento contido&lt;br /&gt;Cada lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Cada sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Um adeus não dado&lt;br /&gt;Alimento não provado&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de que existe um "ponto"&lt;br /&gt;A esperança&lt;br /&gt;Cada sonho "jorrado"&lt;br /&gt;Esquecido, baleado&lt;br /&gt;Prisão de Amor&lt;br /&gt;Prisão de Alma&lt;br /&gt;Espírito em cor&lt;br /&gt;Escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Cada eu&lt;br /&gt;Cada nada&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de "ferrugem"&lt;br /&gt;Soma de dores&lt;br /&gt;Flores murchas&lt;br /&gt;Presenças Vazias&lt;br /&gt;Desejos suspensos&lt;br /&gt;Estórias e histórias&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida, a sua...&lt;br /&gt;Companhias tão necessárias&lt;br /&gt;Falta de Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Solidão!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;By Val Costa Pinho&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/5529954014284085142-8266883341294929222?l=nectarcitrico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8266883341294929222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529954014284085142/posts/default/8266883341294929222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nectarcitrico.blogspot.com/2009/01/minha-vida-sua.html' title='Minha Vida, A sua...'/><author><name>Néctar Cítrico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236987178799504001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/TS0qeGmu0dI/AAAAAAAAAis/ERGf8gaJWY4/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529954014284085142.post-4338392868431602770</id><published>2009-01-18T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:39:15.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de sair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SXNSmUbCi7I/AAAAAAAAACg/VeXzugXcSCg/s1600-h/desilusao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292664805361093554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aus_OS3QOwU/SXNSmUbCi7I/AAAAAAAAACg/VeXzugXcSCg/s200/desilusao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto expulsar-me em teus poros como odores amargos&lt;br /&gt;Suplico que me deixe exalar por tua alma o pouco de mim que ainda lhe resta&lt;br /&gt;Tu não me ouves&lt;br /&gt;Escondo minha face aguda para não deixar em teu corpo meu último adeus&lt;br /&gt;Não acorde ainda meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tanto de mim ainda com você&lt;br /&gt;Não se desfaça de mim, ao seu redor é só ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;Tento não deixar-te, mas de que adianta?!&lt;br /&gt;Pra você é o início de um novo desabrochar&lt;br /&gt;Se ao amanhecer sentir um novo ar, lembre-se:&lt;br /&gt;Antes de sair eu tentei viver, mas o vento me levou consigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 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