<?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-645909787189691332</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:58:44.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor em Verso e Prosa</title><subtitle type='html'>Os poemas aqui postados são a representação da arte que pulsa em mim desde que aprendi que amor também se perpetua com letras. 
Não importa portanto, em que época foram escritos, porque nenhum deles nega a verdade do sentimento existente no momento em que nasceram, fosse lágrima ou sorriso!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-971754490908510667</id><published>2009-05-10T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:49:17.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SgeDpjmdysI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zEti0WAPPnM/s1600-h/M%C3%A3o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334377033598094018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SgeDpjmdysI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zEti0WAPPnM/s200/M%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em forma de rimas inexatas&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo-lhe outra carta&lt;br /&gt;Que todo o meu amor expressa&lt;br /&gt;Mas que em tuas mãos não chega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é tanto amor que existe&lt;br /&gt;Que poucas linhas não bastam&lt;br /&gt;São crescentes e infinitas&lt;br /&gt;As emoções que me devastam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento abstrato e concreto&lt;br /&gt;Que transpõe quaisquer barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Faz de mim um ser bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me a viver de outra maneira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua imagem está impressa definitivamente&lt;br /&gt;Em meu pensamento, em minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Porém só em tua presença posso finalmente&lt;br /&gt;Preencher minha existência de plenitude e calma&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/645909787189691332-971754490908510667?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/971754490908510667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2009/05/carta-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/971754490908510667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/971754490908510667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2009/05/carta-de-amor.html' title='Carta de Amor'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SgeDpjmdysI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zEti0WAPPnM/s72-c/M%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-5977173533113798266</id><published>2009-02-07T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:10:50.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor que leva ao Céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SY5MoWmTaNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R0VEZABNvhw/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300258067606366418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SY5MoWmTaNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R0VEZABNvhw/s200/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; O meu corpo canta alegria escancarada&lt;br /&gt;Por encontrar-te depois de longa espera&lt;br /&gt;A saudade ficou do lado de fora&lt;br /&gt;E partiu sem dizer para aonde iria&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos dançam em teu contorno&lt;br /&gt;Meu sorriso manifesta o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;No teu abraço em três segundos, o sentido&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração a bater ensandecido&lt;br /&gt;Querendo gritar ao mundo esse amor contido&lt;br /&gt;Desejando apenas por ti ser ouvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu perfume estremece o corpo meu&lt;br /&gt;Me faz lembrar que desejo ser imortal&lt;br /&gt;Me faz querer eternizar cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Me faz sonhar que somos de outro mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tão sincronizado que me espanto&lt;br /&gt;Com a dualidade do que acontece&lt;br /&gt;Somos tanto dois únicos e um ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Somos reflexo da beleza da criação de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Que em Seu amor nos fez para ainda na Terra&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-nos viver a experiência de Céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-5977173533113798266?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5977173533113798266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-que-leva-ao-ceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/5977173533113798266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/5977173533113798266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-que-leva-ao-ceu.html' title='Amor que leva ao Céu'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SY5MoWmTaNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R0VEZABNvhw/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-807421045013596901</id><published>2009-02-02T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:44:37.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor da Madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SYe9cnlkFvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vN0DUfi1w5k/s1600-h/sonhando1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298411785985201906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SYe9cnlkFvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vN0DUfi1w5k/s200/sonhando1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu grito o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Feito brisa em teus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Para que feito prece&lt;br /&gt;Meu clamor seja atendido&lt;br /&gt;Minha pele arde em brasa&lt;br /&gt;E o corpo inteiro responde&lt;br /&gt;Aos pensamentos meus&lt;br /&gt;A noite longa me faz companhia&lt;br /&gt;O sono nem sequer apareceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo linhas que buscam explicar&lt;br /&gt;O desconserto do sentimento meu&lt;br /&gt;Tanto mais que ontem te desejo&lt;br /&gt;Do amanhã já nem espero nada&lt;br /&gt;No calor do Sol ou sob a luz da Lua&lt;br /&gt;O meu canto nina o sono teu&lt;br /&gt;Para que ao entrar em teu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Eu seja teu desejo, teu aconchego&lt;br /&gt;E tua mulher, sempre amada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-807421045013596901?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/807421045013596901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-da-madrugada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/807421045013596901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/807421045013596901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-da-madrugada.html' title='Amor da Madrugada'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SYe9cnlkFvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vN0DUfi1w5k/s72-c/sonhando1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-1308131686112142741</id><published>2008-12-29T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:55:58.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Luz do teu sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SVkdAELeGQI/AAAAAAAAADw/kNfjgQ0BP88/s1600-h/Tunel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285287524655044866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SVkdAELeGQI/AAAAAAAAADw/kNfjgQ0BP88/s200/Tunel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teu sorriso é resposta&lt;br /&gt;Imediata e eficaz&lt;br /&gt;Às minhas preces&lt;br /&gt;Porque nele&lt;br /&gt;Revigoro meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;Dele extraio forças&lt;br /&gt;Para suportar&lt;br /&gt;Minhas adversidades&lt;br /&gt;E para que ele&lt;br /&gt;Continue existindo em ti&lt;br /&gt;Sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;De despojar-me de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Para manter acesa&lt;br /&gt;Essa chama que me move&lt;br /&gt;Na direção certa&lt;br /&gt;Dessa estrada deserta&lt;br /&gt;Rumo ao teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Onde a luz,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que ao longe&lt;br /&gt;Já se faz presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-1308131686112142741?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1308131686112142741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/luz-do-teu-sorriso.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/1308131686112142741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/1308131686112142741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/luz-do-teu-sorriso.html' title='A Luz do teu sorriso'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SVkdAELeGQI/AAAAAAAAADw/kNfjgQ0BP88/s72-c/Tunel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-5536803837838897703</id><published>2008-12-23T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:34:18.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SVFZPoOUvSI/AAAAAAAAADo/KcvoINFNLNs/s1600-h/libera%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283101962912709922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SVFZPoOUvSI/AAAAAAAAADo/KcvoINFNLNs/s200/libera%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aqui nesse canto&lt;br /&gt;Canto o encanto&lt;br /&gt;De olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;De coração aberto&lt;br /&gt;Esperando tê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Em meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;No próximo segundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por essa janela&lt;br /&gt;Vislumbro a rua&lt;br /&gt;Os carros que passam&lt;br /&gt;Um pedaço da Lua&lt;br /&gt;Que a cada noite&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina a vida tua&lt;br /&gt;Tornando a minha ainda mais bela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expresso o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Não fujo, não minto&lt;br /&gt;Apenas confesso&lt;br /&gt;Nessas poucas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que és parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;Morador de minh’ alma&lt;br /&gt;Razão de amor infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-5536803837838897703?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5536803837838897703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/amor-infinito.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/5536803837838897703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/5536803837838897703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/amor-infinito.html' title='Amor Infinito'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SVFZPoOUvSI/AAAAAAAAADo/KcvoINFNLNs/s72-c/libera%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-7471127574803550287</id><published>2008-12-18T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:59:13.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selo de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUsN0aBebLI/AAAAAAAAADY/b59k2uBuiFU/s1600-h/selo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281330182011907250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUsN0aBebLI/AAAAAAAAADY/b59k2uBuiFU/s200/selo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teu beijo em minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Sela a promessa feita&lt;br /&gt;Que nem o passar dos anos&lt;br /&gt;Foi capaz de quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Teu abraço caloroso&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso sincero&lt;br /&gt;O brilho dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Revelam que também&lt;br /&gt;Não passou&lt;br /&gt;O que disseste sentir&lt;br /&gt;Amor teu&lt;br /&gt;Amor meu&lt;br /&gt;Faz do meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Uma prece&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio do momento&lt;br /&gt;Que enobrece&lt;br /&gt;E me faz crer&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo posso&lt;br /&gt;O maior dos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor só nosso.&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/645909787189691332-7471127574803550287?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7471127574803550287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/selo-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7471127574803550287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7471127574803550287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/selo-de-amor.html' title='Selo de Amor'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUsN0aBebLI/AAAAAAAAADY/b59k2uBuiFU/s72-c/selo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-7641332549074665871</id><published>2008-12-17T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:35:41.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem Dera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUmat6FfkCI/AAAAAAAAADI/r1A4HWsIOfo/s1600-h/penso.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280922151545704482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUmat6FfkCI/AAAAAAAAADI/r1A4HWsIOfo/s200/penso.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quem dera&lt;br /&gt;Meus pensamentos todos&lt;br /&gt;Tivessem vozes&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera&lt;br /&gt;Minha fúria tivesse&lt;br /&gt;A força&lt;br /&gt;Dos animais ferozes&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos tocassem&lt;br /&gt;A pele suplicante&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca&lt;br /&gt;A boca flamejante&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração se abrisse&lt;br /&gt;E meu amor  preenchesse&lt;br /&gt;A sorte, a vida&lt;br /&gt;As almas&lt;br /&gt;Tua e minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-7641332549074665871?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7641332549074665871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/quem-dera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7641332549074665871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7641332549074665871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/quem-dera.html' title='Quem Dera'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUmat6FfkCI/AAAAAAAAADI/r1A4HWsIOfo/s72-c/penso.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-2852503848574375977</id><published>2008-12-17T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:16:24.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde Habita o Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUmIIueKD4I/AAAAAAAAADA/bV3NVIpthnM/s1600-h/casinha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280901721563467650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUmIIueKD4I/AAAAAAAAADA/bV3NVIpthnM/s200/casinha.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele sempre dá um jeito&lt;br /&gt;De me levar pra perto&lt;br /&gt;E pra dentro&lt;br /&gt;Do seu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz moradia&lt;br /&gt;Na casa que era vazia&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tem flores coloridas&lt;br /&gt;Na janela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol brilha&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim da tarde&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto descanso&lt;br /&gt;Na grama quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra abraço e alegria&lt;br /&gt;Reina a paz e o calor&lt;br /&gt;Nessa casa que era vazia&lt;br /&gt;E hoje habita o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-2852503848574375977?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2852503848574375977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/onde-habita-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/2852503848574375977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/2852503848574375977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/onde-habita-o-amor.html' title='Onde Habita o Amor'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUmIIueKD4I/AAAAAAAAADA/bV3NVIpthnM/s72-c/casinha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-7575924645242510008</id><published>2008-12-14T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:10:59.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oásis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUUvizwSb7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/B9b8ny1pZgo/s1600-h/oasis.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279678413216575410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUUvizwSb7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/B9b8ny1pZgo/s200/oasis.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; O calor é tanto&lt;br /&gt;Percorre toda a pele&lt;br /&gt;Ferve o sangue e a alma&lt;br /&gt;O amor é tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que transborda no peito&lt;br /&gt;Faz sorrir a toa&lt;br /&gt;Já não tem mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;O caminhar segue&lt;br /&gt;Numa única direção&lt;br /&gt;Como a busca por água no deserto&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de uma fonte viva&lt;br /&gt;E nos teus lábios eu a encontro&lt;br /&gt;Para saciar minha sede em tua saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/645909787189691332-7575924645242510008?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7575924645242510008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/osis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7575924645242510008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7575924645242510008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/osis.html' title='Oásis'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUUvizwSb7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/B9b8ny1pZgo/s72-c/oasis.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-7772467090122571558</id><published>2008-12-14T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:02:39.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUUuA04Z41I/AAAAAAAAACw/rp75_cLThQA/s1600-h/temporal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279676729891873618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUUuA04Z41I/AAAAAAAAACw/rp75_cLThQA/s200/temporal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sonhos não têm endereço&lt;br /&gt;Nascem de um pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Da passagem de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Fuga ou fúria&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei mais&lt;br /&gt;De onde vim&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou&lt;br /&gt;E do que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;Sol e chuva&lt;br /&gt;Alguns temporais&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;A dizer-me&lt;br /&gt;Que só em ti&lt;br /&gt;Encontro minha paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/645909787189691332-7772467090122571558?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7772467090122571558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/temporais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7772467090122571558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7772467090122571558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/temporais.html' title='Temporais'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SUUuA04Z41I/AAAAAAAAACw/rp75_cLThQA/s72-c/temporal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-7981251868219087075</id><published>2008-11-30T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:30:55.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endereço Certo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNaUqAmNMI/AAAAAAAAACI/_K_FKZUEoiQ/s1600-h/envelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274658899501659330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNaUqAmNMI/AAAAAAAAACI/_K_FKZUEoiQ/s200/envelope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nem anjo, nem demônio&lt;br /&gt;Apenas humano&lt;br /&gt;Que me rouba o sono&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto sonho&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a paz&lt;br /&gt;De um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Que conheço de longe&lt;br /&gt;Que desejo de perto&lt;br /&gt;Razão da alegria&lt;br /&gt;De todos os meus dias&lt;br /&gt;Desde que entrou&lt;br /&gt;Em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Livre, aberto e&lt;br /&gt;Transbordante&lt;br /&gt;Tendo encontrado&lt;br /&gt;Nesse amor&lt;br /&gt;Um jeito de&lt;br /&gt;Ser entregue&lt;br /&gt;Ao endereço certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-7981251868219087075?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7981251868219087075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/endereo-certo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7981251868219087075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7981251868219087075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/endereo-certo.html' title='Endereço Certo'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNaUqAmNMI/AAAAAAAAACI/_K_FKZUEoiQ/s72-c/envelope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-7160244431469475087</id><published>2008-11-30T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:27:43.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Imortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNZhsFNWJI/AAAAAAAAACA/xRs49ICgU_Q/s1600-h/raio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274658023884544146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNZhsFNWJI/AAAAAAAAACA/xRs49ICgU_Q/s200/raio.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vindo do céu&lt;br /&gt;Um raio&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Em duas me partiu&lt;br /&gt;Sem ferir&lt;br /&gt;Sem doer&lt;br /&gt;Uma se deita&lt;br /&gt;Inerte, calada&lt;br /&gt;A outra se move&lt;br /&gt;Precisando viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A que vive&lt;br /&gt;Enterra a que morreu&lt;br /&gt;Com suas dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;Dores e pudores&lt;br /&gt;Deposita-lhe&lt;br /&gt;As últimas flores&lt;br /&gt;Para enfeitar-lhe&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Desse amor&lt;br /&gt;Que já viveu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto com ela&lt;br /&gt;Estarão enterradas&lt;br /&gt;As fotos&lt;br /&gt;Os sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Os abraços&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia foram laços&lt;br /&gt;A que vive ainda respira&lt;br /&gt;Sublime e bem mais viva&lt;br /&gt;Tatuada pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Desse amor imortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-7160244431469475087?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7160244431469475087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/amor-imortal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7160244431469475087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7160244431469475087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/amor-imortal.html' title='Amor Imortal'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNZhsFNWJI/AAAAAAAAACA/xRs49ICgU_Q/s72-c/raio.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-7040618964783356039</id><published>2008-11-24T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:06:13.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SStcdn42gKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EMIc99A7C1s/s1600-h/Flag.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272409452760694946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SStcdn42gKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EMIc99A7C1s/s200/Flag.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; I had not courage,&lt;br /&gt;just emotional legitimacy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have no words&lt;br /&gt;to express what I’m feeling about you,&lt;br /&gt;and I just think and breathe&lt;br /&gt;remembering your smile&lt;br /&gt;and your bright eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;is impossible not to see&lt;br /&gt;you in front me&lt;br /&gt;because you’re present&lt;br /&gt;in my heart and head&lt;br /&gt;since I wake up&lt;br /&gt;until I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if we’re not together&lt;br /&gt;being lovers,&lt;br /&gt;I will love you forever&lt;br /&gt;You made me see&lt;br /&gt;the other side of me,&lt;br /&gt;diving in my soul&lt;br /&gt;and really found who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only you can make me smile&lt;br /&gt;and show me the way to be&lt;br /&gt;better than before knew you.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see you happy, ever.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to love you&lt;br /&gt;with no judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t want to think&lt;br /&gt;if it causes me some pain,&lt;br /&gt;because the happiness that I feel&lt;br /&gt;is more than this.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love you ever&lt;br /&gt;and ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;so, now I just surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/645909787189691332-7040618964783356039?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7040618964783356039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/surrender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7040618964783356039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/7040618964783356039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SStcdn42gKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EMIc99A7C1s/s72-c/Flag.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-4874756878159765588</id><published>2008-11-22T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:51:28.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofando o Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SShGcatCYSI/AAAAAAAAABw/OanSDA_eVqQ/s1600-h/hamlet800011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271540817855668514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SShGcatCYSI/AAAAAAAAABw/OanSDA_eVqQ/s200/hamlet800011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “Penso, logo existo”&lt;br /&gt;Insisto, persisto e não desisto&lt;br /&gt;Da razão que me move&lt;br /&gt;Em sua direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o primeiro passo é o começo&lt;br /&gt;Da estrada longa e deserta&lt;br /&gt;Vou comigo, vou sem pressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na bagagem, paciência e resistência.&lt;br /&gt;Te amando até do avesso&lt;br /&gt;Nessa busca que não cessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De encontro com o acaso&lt;br /&gt;Voa alto a emoção&lt;br /&gt;De ser plena, ser completa&lt;br /&gt;“Ser ou não ser? Eis a questão”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou começo, meio e fim&lt;br /&gt;Promessa, vida e liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Sou tanto de você&lt;br /&gt;Que até sinto saudade de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-4874756878159765588?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4874756878159765588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/filosofando-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/4874756878159765588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/4874756878159765588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/filosofando-o-amor.html' title='Filosofando o Amor'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SShGcatCYSI/AAAAAAAAABw/OanSDA_eVqQ/s72-c/hamlet800011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-9013848111660863846</id><published>2008-11-22T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:44:28.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SShEzs7Tb3I/AAAAAAAAABo/BClottPxBQ8/s1600-h/Abra%C3%A7o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271539018861080434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SShEzs7Tb3I/AAAAAAAAABo/BClottPxBQ8/s200/Abra%C3%A7o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sensação de aconchego&lt;br /&gt;Depositada no abraço apertado&lt;br /&gt;Da fusão intensa&lt;br /&gt;Do tocar dos corpos&lt;br /&gt;Do sentir o calor&lt;br /&gt;Na emoção instantânea&lt;br /&gt;De manifestar o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as almas se enlaçam&lt;br /&gt;Os espíritos dançam&lt;br /&gt;Celebrando o encontro&lt;br /&gt;Da sintonia de vida&lt;br /&gt;Que só acontece&lt;br /&gt;Quando quatro olhos encontram&lt;br /&gt;O que dois corações procuram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-9013848111660863846?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9013848111660863846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/9013848111660863846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/9013848111660863846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuso.html' title='Fusão'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SShEzs7Tb3I/AAAAAAAAABo/BClottPxBQ8/s72-c/Abra%C3%A7o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-1409783197648760523</id><published>2008-11-22T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:40:10.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatuagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SShDvwu45uI/AAAAAAAAABg/RJb2ttzrphY/s1600-h/Tatuagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271537851651647202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SShDvwu45uI/AAAAAAAAABg/RJb2ttzrphY/s200/Tatuagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;em&gt;Sóbrio e súbito é o saber descobrir&lt;br /&gt;      As verdades do próprio ser&lt;br /&gt;      Da alma que voa&lt;br /&gt;      Do tempo que escoa&lt;br /&gt;      A liberdade que prende&lt;br /&gt;      A chama que acende&lt;br /&gt;      O sentido incerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      São as letras que se juntam&lt;br /&gt;      Nas palavras que se agrupam&lt;br /&gt;      Tentando tudo explicar&lt;br /&gt;      O pensamento é a porta aberta&lt;br /&gt;      A mudança, a passagem secreta&lt;br /&gt;      Do caminho a se trilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A vida se desdobra num instante&lt;br /&gt;      Nela estamos de passagem&lt;br /&gt;      E quando chegar ao fim&lt;br /&gt;      Só levarei tua imagem&lt;br /&gt;   Tatuada dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/645909787189691332-1409783197648760523?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1409783197648760523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/tatuagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/1409783197648760523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/1409783197648760523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/tatuagem.html' title='Tatuagem'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SShDvwu45uI/AAAAAAAAABg/RJb2ttzrphY/s72-c/Tatuagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-3664521722292770903</id><published>2008-11-20T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:10:51.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaico de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SSY0hp6oBsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oTEfDd2xdPw/s1600-h/Mosaico.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270958166675818178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SSY0hp6oBsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oTEfDd2xdPw/s200/Mosaico.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tão opostas&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tão iguais&lt;br /&gt;As versões de mim&lt;br /&gt;Nas emoções reais&lt;br /&gt;Essa alma&lt;br /&gt;Que sorri&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver-te chegar&lt;br /&gt;É a mesma&lt;br /&gt;Que chora&lt;br /&gt;De saudade&lt;br /&gt;Quando precisas&lt;br /&gt;Ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Contudo não há&lt;br /&gt;Diferença&lt;br /&gt;Em cada parte&lt;br /&gt;Sou mosaico&lt;br /&gt;Pedacinhos que formam&lt;br /&gt;O todo que sou&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentado&lt;br /&gt;Colorido e colado&lt;br /&gt;Pela arte do Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-3664521722292770903?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3664521722292770903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-opostas-e-ao-mesmo-tempo-to-iguais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/3664521722292770903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/3664521722292770903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-opostas-e-ao-mesmo-tempo-to-iguais.html' title='Mosaico de Amor'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SSY0hp6oBsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oTEfDd2xdPw/s72-c/Mosaico.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-6367798730648442107</id><published>2008-11-20T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:06:13.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterna Juventude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SSYx511sS0I/AAAAAAAAABA/QJxVc7afy2s/s1600-h/Rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270955283658328898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SSYx511sS0I/AAAAAAAAABA/QJxVc7afy2s/s200/Rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejas a juventude&lt;br /&gt;Que escoa de tua vida&lt;br /&gt;A todo instante&lt;br /&gt;Sem que percebas&lt;br /&gt;Deixando as tuas memórias&lt;br /&gt;Vivas e pulsantes&lt;br /&gt;Como se repeti-las&lt;br /&gt;Devolvesse-lhe&lt;br /&gt;O tempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada tempo&lt;br /&gt;Trás sua própria beleza&lt;br /&gt;Seja aos vinte&lt;br /&gt;Aos quarenta&lt;br /&gt;Ou noventa&lt;br /&gt;O que importa&lt;br /&gt;É a tua lucidez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que há de florescer&lt;br /&gt;Em tua sensatez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes, portanto&lt;br /&gt;Que tua experiência&lt;br /&gt;Seja o monstro&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo da cama&lt;br /&gt;Que temias na infância&lt;br /&gt;Saibas que em ti&lt;br /&gt;Amo tudo&lt;br /&gt;E, sobretudo&lt;br /&gt;Teus cabelos grisalhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-6367798730648442107?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6367798730648442107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/eterna-juventude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/6367798730648442107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/6367798730648442107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/eterna-juventude.html' title='Eterna Juventude'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SSYx511sS0I/AAAAAAAAABA/QJxVc7afy2s/s72-c/Rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645909787189691332.post-5431435538884690000</id><published>2008-11-20T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:56:30.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração de Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SSYw63llfgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3UvSVnl03Oc/s1600-h/libera%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270954201795886594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SSYw63llfgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3UvSVnl03Oc/s200/libera%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gritam as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Em minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Apossando-se dessas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Para organizá-las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou poeta&lt;br /&gt;Instrumento vivo&lt;br /&gt;Do amor que cultivo&lt;br /&gt;Para eternizá-las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São histórias, pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Alicerces da existência&lt;br /&gt;Manifestação do divino&lt;br /&gt;Na invisível essência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cessam as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Um instante, um momento&lt;br /&gt;Coração de poeta é oceano&lt;br /&gt;Ondas em constante movimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SSYwyCNTO8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/vO_DZgDR8R4/s1600-h/Rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645909787189691332-5431435538884690000?l=amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5431435538884690000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/corao-de-poeta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/5431435538884690000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645909787189691332/posts/default/5431435538884690000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoremversoeprosa.blogspot.com/2008/11/corao-de-poeta.html' title='Coração de Poeta'/><author><name>Fernanda Vaitkevicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11129887746334022107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/STNbP4v_cTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fB8Nx94nHZk/S220/Eu7.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUwUI5j5g2k/SSYw63llfgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3UvSVnl03Oc/s72-c/libera%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
