<?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-7168561985702467102</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:04:27.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><subtitle type='html'>Sou como sou</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-4859428676191576938</id><published>2008-03-07T08:25:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:09:10.912Z</updated><title type='text'>FIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R9D7_XgDQDI/AAAAAAAAARM/6LS_C1iZWUs/s1600-h/8597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R9D7_XgDQDI/AAAAAAAAARM/6LS_C1iZWUs/s320/8597.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174913037907476530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-4859428676191576938?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4859428676191576938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4859428676191576938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2008/03/fim.html' title='FIM'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R9D7_XgDQDI/AAAAAAAAARM/6LS_C1iZWUs/s72-c/8597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-1029271224551129376</id><published>2008-03-06T09:44:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:36:23.579Z</updated><title type='text'>NAVEGAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R8-9C3gDP6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Ulr9eVb-vD8/s1600-h/1616165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R8-9C3gDP6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Ulr9eVb-vD8/s320/1616165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174562353827757986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pensamento navega num agitado mar&lt;br /&gt;quando tua silhueta clama&lt;br /&gt;meu corpo aquecido&lt;br /&gt;vou de encontro aos clamores meus.&lt;br /&gt;E teu co veste-se&lt;br /&gt;unhas e da boca,&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos líquidos trança de Pela ponte de espuma&lt;br /&gt; de sargaço.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que flutuas Meu pensamento navega num calmo mar,&lt;br /&gt;minha nau meu corpo aquecido,&lt;br /&gt;meu guia tua silhueta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou de encontro aos clamores teus,&lt;br /&gt;pois tenho clamado muito por tua nau,&lt;br /&gt;onde vagas cortando esse imenso mar calmo,&lt;br /&gt;dedilhando por sobre a face do desconhecido interior,&lt;br /&gt;onde decifrado tens meu significado.&lt;br /&gt;Tranquila suave e morna&lt;br /&gt;descansa teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;sobre meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;perto do que te pertence&lt;br /&gt;que te faz sorrir e&lt;br /&gt;que sorrio acompanhando tua alegria,&lt;br /&gt;onde posso me perder horas e horas extasiada&lt;br /&gt;Navego sem barco e sem rumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal navegar para que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@IR@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-1029271224551129376?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/1029271224551129376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/1029271224551129376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2008/03/navegar_06.html' title='NAVEGAR'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R8-9C3gDP6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Ulr9eVb-vD8/s72-c/1616165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-5419304923346397940</id><published>2008-02-27T19:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:08:51.381Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R8W26CdI1oI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wBZWFEJqdAc/s1600-h/Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R8W26CdI1oI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wBZWFEJqdAc/s320/Moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171740855312635522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ver ninguém chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Lutar por cada sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o último.&lt;br /&gt;Saber que a felicidade pode ser real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero acordar,&lt;br /&gt;Quero entender&lt;br /&gt;Quero levar uma força ao meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É apenas ser livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito nos meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Sem me preocupar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durmo, acordo, respiro e vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu sabes seguir o caminho para ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sei seguir esse caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver bem agora&lt;br /&gt;Viver, assim sem demora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para viver e ser,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-5419304923346397940?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/5419304923346397940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/5419304923346397940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2008/02/eu.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R8W26CdI1oI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wBZWFEJqdAc/s72-c/Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-4706819793212760585</id><published>2008-02-15T19:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:10:09.539Z</updated><title type='text'>Livro que desfolho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R7Xn9CdI1nI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Hfs63ElW6Jc/s1600-h/1302948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R7Xn9CdI1nI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Hfs63ElW6Jc/s320/1302948.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167291183294633586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em Ti me sinto flutuar,&lt;br /&gt;me sinto alcançar as nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;tocar as estrelas, morar no céu...&lt;br /&gt;Tento apenas superar &lt;br /&gt;a imensa saudade que me arrasa o coração,&lt;br /&gt;mas, que vem junto com as doces lembranças do teu ser&lt;br /&gt;Do teu Olhar&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando dos momentos&lt;br /&gt;em que juntos nosso amor se conjugava&lt;br /&gt;em uma só pessoa, nós...&lt;br /&gt;É através desse tal sentimento, a saudade,&lt;br /&gt;que sobrevivo quando estou longe de Ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é o alimento do amor que se encontra distante... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A delicadeza de tuas palavras&lt;br /&gt;contrasta com a imensidão do teu sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Meu ciúme se abranda com tuas juras&lt;br /&gt;e promessas de amor eterno.&lt;br /&gt;A longa distância apenas serve para unir o nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade serve para me dar&lt;br /&gt;a absoluta certeza de que ficaremos para sempre unidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse momento de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;quando penso em ti,&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo está findo o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;e acho que não tenho mais forças para continuar;&lt;br /&gt;eis que surge tua doce presença,&lt;br /&gt;com o esplendor de um anjo;&lt;br /&gt;e me envolvendo como uma suave brisa aconchegante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso acontece porque amo e penso em Ti...&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que o coloco o livro no meu regaço fica em forma de coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-4706819793212760585?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4706819793212760585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4706819793212760585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2008/02/livro-que-desfolho.html' title='Livro que desfolho'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R7Xn9CdI1nI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Hfs63ElW6Jc/s72-c/1302948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-2261376080860086238</id><published>2008-01-27T18:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:11:24.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem és Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R5zG6QqmQ5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JoWrZOvLQXo/s1600-h/folhas+secas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R5zG6QqmQ5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JoWrZOvLQXo/s320/folhas+secas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160217977268093842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu que assim vens pela noite adiante,&lt;br /&gt;Pisando o luar branco dos caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;Sob o rumor das folhas inspiradas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfeição nasce do eco dos teus passos,&lt;br /&gt;E a tua presença acorda a plenitude&lt;br /&gt;A que as coisas tinham sido destinadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A historia da noite é o gesto dos teus braços,&lt;br /&gt;O ardor do vento a tua juventude,&lt;br /&gt;E o teu andar é beleza das estradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-2261376080860086238?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/2261376080860086238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/2261376080860086238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2008/01/quem-s-tu.html' title='Quem és Tu'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R5zG6QqmQ5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JoWrZOvLQXo/s72-c/folhas+secas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-7974131189585923853</id><published>2008-01-12T18:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:13:55.353Z</updated><title type='text'>FANTASIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R4kNgCKXOQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gO2AgdO146M/s1600-h/sos+no+nevoeiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R4kNgCKXOQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gO2AgdO146M/s320/sos+no+nevoeiro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154666092489554178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas palavras bailam em minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;tanta coisa para se dizer, tanto sentimento!&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração bate ansioso por uma palavra tua,&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo sonha com um toque teu,&lt;br /&gt;meus ouvidos atentos as tuas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;teus olhos que penetram em minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;descobrindo os meus mais íntimos segredos, desejos que se escondem em cada poro,&lt;br /&gt;E em cada um deles uma poesia.&lt;br /&gt;E todo esse momento está presente&lt;br /&gt;em cada segundo de meu dia,&lt;br /&gt;E meu pensamento corre em busca de palavras apenas para exprimir um só sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;que aperta o meu peito, me consome.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas consigo dizer e sentir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Fantasia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-7974131189585923853?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7974131189585923853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7974131189585923853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2008/01/saudade.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;FANTASIA&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R4kNgCKXOQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gO2AgdO146M/s72-c/sos+no+nevoeiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-4449635686786241600</id><published>2008-01-01T00:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:14:41.608Z</updated><title type='text'>As Doze Badaladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R3mFlCKXOPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qXkPZLn2VPQ/s1600-h/relogio+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R3mFlCKXOPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qXkPZLn2VPQ/s320/relogio+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150294520156862706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acertei&lt;br /&gt;As horas à vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tive o cuidado de não deixar,&lt;br /&gt;Nem um segundo a mais.&lt;br /&gt;Para que o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha desculpa pelo atraso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se deixei escapar esse segundo ou até alguns minutos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois que seja sempre útil a quem precise deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para agarrar a Vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-4449635686786241600?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4449635686786241600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4449635686786241600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-doze-badaladas.html' title='As Doze Badaladas'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R3mFlCKXOPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qXkPZLn2VPQ/s72-c/relogio+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-4218151119021588604</id><published>2007-12-27T19:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:17:31.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R3P-QCKXONI/AAAAAAAAALs/UyTAi9zEaoA/s1600-h/feliz_ano_novo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R3P-QCKXONI/AAAAAAAAALs/UyTAi9zEaoA/s320/feliz_ano_novo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148738350426306770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo para todos que até há data me visitaram o meu blog um Feliz Ano Novo.&lt;br /&gt;Com muita Saúde, Alegria e principalmente Paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo de Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-4218151119021588604?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4218151119021588604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4218151119021588604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/12/bom-2008.html' title='Bom 2008'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R3P-QCKXONI/AAAAAAAAALs/UyTAi9zEaoA/s72-c/feliz_ano_novo.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-523655860962646553</id><published>2007-12-05T19:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:18:40.796Z</updated><title type='text'>NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R1b7NvWoYgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Oq2Evmpo4ZE/s1600-h/gelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R1b7NvWoYgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Oq2Evmpo4ZE/s320/gelo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140572238158258690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o momento do ano em que todas as pessoas desejam entre si votos de Feliz Natal e Bom Ano.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou então o momento para parar e pensarrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Costumo cumprir esse ritual por respeito a quem me deseja esses votos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para mim muito além de troca de cumprimentos. Na minha vida angustio-me com estas preocupações dos outros e não das minhas, porque são essas pessoas que precisam de nós. Como tal todo este gelo que vos ofereço aqueça os vossos corações porque o meu já anda sempre quente e apensar nos mais desfavorecidos. Cada vez mais me procupo com o mundo em que vivemos, desigualdade, injustiça que é diária, egoismo,&lt;br /&gt;intolerância, incompreensão...Enfim, um sem numero de situações e que estão em  evolução por parte da humanidade tão conturbada, tão confundida.&lt;br /&gt;Onde está o Amor pelo próximo?&lt;br /&gt;A onde está o Amor de que tanto falo.&lt;br /&gt;Alguresssss.&lt;br /&gt;Como poderei viver um Feliz este Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que ao lerem esta minha mensagem pensem um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um forma de voz desejar tudo de bom Natal e Bom Ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltarei para o Ano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""""""Amor de Maria""""""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-523655860962646553?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/523655860962646553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/523655860962646553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/12/natal.html' title='NATAL'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R1b7NvWoYgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Oq2Evmpo4ZE/s72-c/gelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-5260305480790248276</id><published>2007-12-01T18:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:21:52.925Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R1GuEPWoYTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yHOvIqNXVoA/s1600-R/bluemoon%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R1GuEPWoYTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Mw19OYLyEws/s320/bluemoon%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139080037670609202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o céu...&lt;br /&gt;Atraves da Lua vejo teu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ponho-me a imaginar...&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua é minha amiga,&lt;br /&gt;é minha companheira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a que me deixa sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;É a que não me impede de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final com quem Sonho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-5260305480790248276?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/5260305480790248276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/5260305480790248276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/12/sonho.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R1GuEPWoYTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Mw19OYLyEws/s72-c/bluemoon%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-4139734104281542965</id><published>2007-11-25T12:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:23:42.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Floresta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R0luKOXiM1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/GNhc4crF7qI/s1600-h/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R0luKOXiM1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/GNhc4crF7qI/s320/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136757971927315282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atravessei a floresta solitária e sem lua,&lt;br /&gt;Correndo ao vento pelos caminhos fora,&lt;br /&gt;Para tentar com outrora&lt;br /&gt;Unir a minha alma à tua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-4139734104281542965?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4139734104281542965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4139734104281542965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/11/floresta.html' title='Floresta'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R0luKOXiM1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/GNhc4crF7qI/s72-c/1000imagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-7063251681286375585</id><published>2007-11-18T11:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:24:05.827Z</updated><title type='text'>EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R0AdBOXiMwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7QeU33aMtwU/s1600-h/1543229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R0AdBOXiMwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7QeU33aMtwU/s320/1543229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134135482076246786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ver ninguém chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Lutar por cada sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o último.&lt;br /&gt;Saber que a felicidade pode ser real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para viver e ser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-7063251681286375585?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7063251681286375585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7063251681286375585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/11/eu.html' title='EU'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/R0AdBOXiMwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7QeU33aMtwU/s72-c/1543229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-2615195202236234168</id><published>2007-11-10T12:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:24:40.947Z</updated><title type='text'>Menina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RzWlhMsQqfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/V5WnexfaWVw/s1600-h/rezo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131189340219681266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RzWlhMsQqfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/V5WnexfaWVw/s320/rezo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quem és tu Menina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serás tu ou Eu quando menina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Serás aquela que já fui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;linda por fora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aquela cheia de ingenuidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;era vestida como uma princesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas o que Sou agora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feia por fora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aquela... cheia de amarguras &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vestida pela vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será que serei ao menos bonita por dentro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Menina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque rezas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por Ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por quem já perdi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-2615195202236234168?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/2615195202236234168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/2615195202236234168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/11/menina.html' title='Menina'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RzWlhMsQqfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/V5WnexfaWVw/s72-c/rezo+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-4017428663498655013</id><published>2007-11-06T19:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:30:42.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem Sou Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RzDBh-v111I/AAAAAAAAAG4/1ygqf0mlOZE/s1600-h/quem+sou+eu+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129812765098497874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RzDBh-v111I/AAAAAAAAAG4/1ygqf0mlOZE/s320/quem+sou+eu+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem sou Eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou a que sente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou aquela que sofre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou aquela que chora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou criança quando posso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou adulta porque me exigem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afinal quem sou Eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas ódio não sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou aquela que tem fome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aquela que tem sede de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aquela que tem sede de amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afinal que sou Eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez aquela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que muitos queriam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@ir@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/7168561985702467102-4017428663498655013?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4017428663498655013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4017428663498655013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/11/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem Sou Eu'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RzDBh-v111I/AAAAAAAAAG4/1ygqf0mlOZE/s72-c/quem+sou+eu+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-3792691323349480162</id><published>2007-11-01T11:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:25:44.590Z</updated><title type='text'>A Procura da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rym2V-v110I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Wn2ucXDUI5A/s1600-h/As+tuas+maos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127830139475187522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rym2V-v110I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Wn2ucXDUI5A/s320/As+tuas+maos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Subo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que encontro a meio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que procuro da vida as Tuas mãos no meio da multidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquelas que me dão amor e carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que a mim reconfortam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que me enxugam as minhas lágrimas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que são as da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquelas que me acariciam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquelas gesticulam doçura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só as tuas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-3792691323349480162?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/3792691323349480162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/3792691323349480162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/11/procura-da-vida.html' title='A Procura da Vida'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rym2V-v110I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Wn2ucXDUI5A/s72-c/As+tuas+maos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-3190255086660081199</id><published>2007-10-29T19:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:27:36.279Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor No Infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RyYxNOv11zI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2BLoqdMBkM8/s1600-h/Amor+no+Infinito.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126839329174705970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RyYxNOv11zI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2BLoqdMBkM8/s320/Amor+no+Infinito.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um dia, volveremos ao infinito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onte estaremos? E o que seremos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O nada do infinito não responde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque será que não há ninguem para me escutar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem Tu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doi me o coração pensar no infinito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doi  pensar na eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será uma obsessão minha até talvez incurável,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;será com o tempo terei alivio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;só na morte se me  acabará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O infinito nos priva da emoção de ver chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O finito  tem inicio, meio e fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afinal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  O infinito é caminho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que não termina ou começa em qualquer tempo e lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas como eu acredito no Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É para Ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-3190255086660081199?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/3190255086660081199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/3190255086660081199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/10/amor-no-infinito.html' title='Amor No Infinito'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RyYxNOv11zI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2BLoqdMBkM8/s72-c/Amor+no+Infinito.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-3775915108877564073</id><published>2007-10-23T20:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:33:01.492Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rx5E-bBMliI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eACmz9W9bV4/s1600-h/sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124609265189557794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rx5E-bBMliI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eACmz9W9bV4/s320/sonhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sonho com o teu rosto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e com a luz que sempre está a brilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é o rosto de quem se ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que sempre irei amar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bato na tela com o pincel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para teu rosto sempre ser lembrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no meu peito não bate dor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas bate a alegria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por ter-te  encontrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neste mundo e nesta vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se um dia vir teu rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; marcado de lágrimas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estarei cá com o carinho tas vou secar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nesse dia tu apenas irás sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que é o sabor de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-3775915108877564073?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/3775915108877564073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/3775915108877564073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/10/sonhar.html' title='Sonhar'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rx5E-bBMliI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eACmz9W9bV4/s72-c/sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-3544097652067489955</id><published>2007-10-19T19:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:33:17.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor Imperfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rxj4H7BMlaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EBmps3nLg9E/s1600-h/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123117391119422882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rxj4H7BMlaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EBmps3nLg9E/s320/rosas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A alguns anos conheci alguem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em meu coração guardei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em tempos o amei..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; toquei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;senti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que durante anos guardei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amei com todo o sentimento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que existe dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixei de o Amar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não, não deixei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mesmo que quisesse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; meu coração não iria permitir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque esse alguem tem significado para mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esse alguem é um ser perfeito diante de mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É perfeito com as suas imperfeições...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada mais posso exigir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tambem eu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com as minhas imperfeições.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-3544097652067489955?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/3544097652067489955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/3544097652067489955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/10/amor-imperfeito.html' title='Amor Imperfeito'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rxj4H7BMlaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EBmps3nLg9E/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-4518702512646483066</id><published>2007-10-11T19:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:28:17.041Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor Ardente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rw5mrbBMlZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kS2wQ_-0aL8/s1600-h/rosas7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120142722540017042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rw5mrbBMlZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kS2wQ_-0aL8/s320/rosas7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;De azul vejo um céu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afirmo que não seja o meu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olho para o meu céu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que vejo que é tão cinzento como o Teu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A que conclusão poderei eu chegar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão simples querer amar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor, palavra que me encanta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas consegue ser estranha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque rima com dor e arde como a lenha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas quando o amor chega ao Coração arde de dor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando se desilude de vermelho se pinta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; AMOR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-4518702512646483066?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4518702512646483066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/4518702512646483066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/10/amor-ardente.html' title='Amor Ardente'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rw5mrbBMlZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kS2wQ_-0aL8/s72-c/rosas7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-1665190580453619672</id><published>2007-10-01T19:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:44:47.434Z</updated><title type='text'>Rosas Para Lembrar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RwFBV94ZnDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JP-oUdHnAMw/s1600-h/rosas12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116442497313774642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RwFBV94ZnDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JP-oUdHnAMw/s320/rosas12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rosas para lembrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cobri de rosas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de várias cores e tamanhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cortei de cada rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma pétala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ofereci a quem me visitou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas não vi teu rosto a sorrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu te daria um braço de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; rosas em botão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-1665190580453619672?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/1665190580453619672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/1665190580453619672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/10/rosas-para-lembrar_01.html' title='Rosas Para Lembrar'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RwFBV94ZnDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JP-oUdHnAMw/s72-c/rosas12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-7327833200677385928</id><published>2007-09-26T20:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:28:53.787Z</updated><title type='text'>O Amor Que Chegou e Partiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RvqwxN4ZnBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lq_3vqYVac4/s1600-h/images[48].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114594686418918418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RvqwxN4ZnBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lq_3vqYVac4/s320/images%5B48%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O Amor chegou de repente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trouxe a luz que estava ausente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em seguida decidiu partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixou-me sem saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem saber para onde ir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tantas noites a pensar em ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Até não poder dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-7327833200677385928?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7327833200677385928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7327833200677385928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-amor-que-chegou-e-partiu.html' title='O Amor Que Chegou e Partiu'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RvqwxN4ZnBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lq_3vqYVac4/s72-c/images%5B48%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-6621085641603842958</id><published>2007-09-22T19:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:34:28.585Z</updated><title type='text'>FANTASIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RvVeIt4Zm8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5CcxlDZN0N8/s1600-h/crianÃ§a.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113096455797185474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RvVeIt4Zm8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5CcxlDZN0N8/s320/crian%C3%A7a.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando somos crianças, vivemos na fantasia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crescemos na fantasia continuamos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo para esconder o que?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Envelhecemos em fantasia nos tornamos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afinal o que é a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FANTASIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;F - Felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A- Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N - Nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T - Tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - Amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S- Sinceridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I - Imagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7168561985702467102-6621085641603842958?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/6621085641603842958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/6621085641603842958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/09/fantasia.html' title='FANTASIA'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RvVeIt4Zm8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5CcxlDZN0N8/s72-c/crian%C3%A7a.BMP' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-7389030307284728000</id><published>2007-09-14T18:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:34:51.991Z</updated><title type='text'>FIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RurK4xyfAuI/AAAAAAAAADw/qc6Pp5Q7Ag4/s1600-h/Rosa+morta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110119803991818978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RurK4xyfAuI/AAAAAAAAADw/qc6Pp5Q7Ag4/s320/Rosa+morta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo pode ser maravilhoso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas tudo tem um &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7168561985702467102-7389030307284728000?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7389030307284728000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7389030307284728000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/09/fim.html' title='FIM'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RurK4xyfAuI/AAAAAAAAADw/qc6Pp5Q7Ag4/s72-c/Rosa+morta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-916222800470490870</id><published>2007-09-04T19:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:35:30.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rt2o6smyo1I/AAAAAAAAADo/zE2JfbC1vlg/s1600-h/rosas%20secas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106423278867751762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rt2o6smyo1I/AAAAAAAAADo/zE2JfbC1vlg/s320/rosas%2520secas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pensando bem no Amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que cor tem para mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Penso e não encontro uma cor para a definir, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afinal tem tantas cores: tem o rosa sinal fragilidade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tem castanho sinal de tristeza, o amarelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinal de alegria, o verde presença da vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o vermelho escuro  sinal de paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só nunca o vestiria de branco nem de preto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-916222800470490870?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/916222800470490870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/916222800470490870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/09/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/Rt2o6smyo1I/AAAAAAAAADo/zE2JfbC1vlg/s72-c/rosas%2520secas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-1558940860645887276</id><published>2007-08-31T20:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:42:17.964Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor Cinzento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RthmfMmyo0I/AAAAAAAAADg/AxLy4eDhWYs/s1600-h/rosas8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104942863770362690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RthmfMmyo0I/AAAAAAAAADg/AxLy4eDhWYs/s320/rosas8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida passa por nós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passam as mágoas e ciúmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passa ventos e tempestades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passam medos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passas tu e passo eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lado a lado sem nos ver-nos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amor cinzento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas perdi o norte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perdi tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afinal o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nosso amor não era forte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-1558940860645887276?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/1558940860645887276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/1558940860645887276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/08/amor-cinzento.html' title='Amor Cinzento'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RthmfMmyo0I/AAAAAAAAADg/AxLy4eDhWYs/s72-c/rosas8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-9028999222630917848</id><published>2007-08-29T19:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:41:58.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Na Procura das Cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RtW24MmyozI/AAAAAAAAADY/6CVMIMQ9kD0/s1600-h/rosas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104186829267182386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RtW24MmyozI/AAAAAAAAADY/6CVMIMQ9kD0/s320/rosas5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na procura das cores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não encontro palavras para as descrever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este amarelo transmite-me calor, luz e optimismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No fim ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perco-me de Amores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-9028999222630917848?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/9028999222630917848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/9028999222630917848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/08/na-procura-das-cores.html' title='Na Procura das Cores'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RtW24MmyozI/AAAAAAAAADY/6CVMIMQ9kD0/s72-c/rosas5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-8559330867774431797</id><published>2007-08-21T18:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:41:18.198Z</updated><title type='text'>As Rosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RsscQsmyoyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zpjCerak7t4/s1600-h/Rosas_ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101202076104565538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RsscQsmyoyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zpjCerak7t4/s320/Rosas_ch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Todas as Rosas têm o seu encanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com mais ou menos espinhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Vermelho é paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é o que vem dentro de nós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou talvez  revolta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas o branco é sinal de pureza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tranquilidade, de paz, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; bem com nos próprios,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou então sinal de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; morte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-8559330867774431797?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/8559330867774431797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/8559330867774431797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-rosas.html' title='As Rosas'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RsscQsmyoyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zpjCerak7t4/s72-c/Rosas_ch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-1785818796134085137</id><published>2007-08-08T19:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:40:59.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Rosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RroKDRWEnmI/AAAAAAAAADI/lnQeGyUc1l0/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096396979635002978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RroKDRWEnmI/AAAAAAAAADI/lnQeGyUc1l0/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Rosas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São como o Amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ambas Têm os seus espinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/7168561985702467102-1785818796134085137?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/1785818796134085137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/1785818796134085137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/08/rosas.html' title='Rosas'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RroKDRWEnmI/AAAAAAAAADI/lnQeGyUc1l0/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-3343680205940662093</id><published>2007-07-20T19:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:40:34.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RqD8REbbQLI/AAAAAAAAADA/guXR82Yjh9I/s1600-h/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089344949105410226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RqD8REbbQLI/AAAAAAAAADA/guXR82Yjh9I/s320/rosas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem o sabe definir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos o cantamos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos o choramos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Defino em poucas palavras:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Algo de transcendente, e belo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um sussurro imaculado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou um beijo roubado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um sorriso rasgado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou uma lágrima de felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chega num toque de mão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em palavras que diz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tão simplesmente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-3343680205940662093?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/3343680205940662093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/3343680205940662093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/07/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RqD8REbbQLI/AAAAAAAAADA/guXR82Yjh9I/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-7644380249034889622</id><published>2007-06-30T12:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:39:45.582Z</updated><title type='text'>Desencontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RoZAEv70lRI/AAAAAAAAACs/NklS53efSbo/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081819679865214226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RoZAEv70lRI/AAAAAAAAACs/NklS53efSbo/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei lá quem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se estará para nascer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu amor, assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desencontrado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remoto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E perdido por viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-7644380249034889622?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7644380249034889622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7644380249034889622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/06/desencontro.html' title='Desencontro'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RoZAEv70lRI/AAAAAAAAACs/NklS53efSbo/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-9127089762111456174</id><published>2007-06-30T12:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:36:58.408Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RoY6w_70lQI/AAAAAAAAACk/FdESjBqEWsY/s1600-h/carta-de-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081813843004658946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RoY6w_70lQI/AAAAAAAAACk/FdESjBqEWsY/s320/carta-de-amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para mim, o verdadeiro amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é o amor pleno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O amor que toma quem experimenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e quem o sentiu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-9127089762111456174?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/9127089762111456174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/9127089762111456174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/06/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RoY6w_70lQI/AAAAAAAAACk/FdESjBqEWsY/s72-c/carta-de-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168561985702467102.post-7433353445075279065</id><published>2007-06-30T11:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:39:18.679Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RoY3fP70lMI/AAAAAAAAACE/9h1wpkRNcrM/s1600-h/Paiemae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081810239527097538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RoY3fP70lMI/AAAAAAAAACE/9h1wpkRNcrM/s320/Paiemae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para mim, o verdadeiro amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é o amor pleno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O amor que toma quem experimenta..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168561985702467102-7433353445075279065?l=seicomosou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7433353445075279065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168561985702467102/posts/default/7433353445075279065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seicomosou.blogspot.com/2007/06/para-mim-o-verdadeiro-amor-o-amor-pleno.html' title=''/><author><name>@ir@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13249426324391058072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAiovsb947w/TYy0axcTxVI/AAAAAAAAAok/7l8-6WxKngw/s220/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uyIF7CE3uNI/RoY3fP70lMI/AAAAAAAAACE/9h1wpkRNcrM/s72-c/Paiemae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
