<?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-2094478801813472149</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:49:24.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wallace borges</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-90847632362557105</id><published>2011-08-31T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:36:38.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desespero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JB4pbhuCLIg/Tl79rlWSU3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/l381iI9RDm8/s1600/500x500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JB4pbhuCLIg/Tl79rlWSU3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/l381iI9RDm8/s200/500x500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647229907970970482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;eu quero te amar como se nunca tivesse a amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;quero te sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aliviar minha solidão ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;te ter como minha longuingua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;te abraçar sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;te amar como sonhamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;alcançar seus sentimentos verdadeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;juntar nossos laços &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;caminhar junto ao seu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;te esperar todos os dias de minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;e dizer que a amo todos esses dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dividir minhas saudades ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;quero te encontrar em minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;te ouvir gritando eufórica meu nome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;suplicando meu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(wallace borges)&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/2094478801813472149-90847632362557105?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/90847632362557105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=90847632362557105' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/90847632362557105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/90847632362557105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2011/08/desespero.html' title='Desespero'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JB4pbhuCLIg/Tl79rlWSU3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/l381iI9RDm8/s72-c/500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-2425019621637478733</id><published>2011-08-31T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:22:25.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyGIz78MHus/Tl76YS_A0-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/PhzpHF_o55c/s1600/morte%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyGIz78MHus/Tl76YS_A0-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/PhzpHF_o55c/s200/morte%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647226278089118690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;saudades das vidas deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;eles viviam aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;suspiravam entre nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;nos amava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;eram presentes junto a nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;saudades foram deixadas por eles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;seguiram seus caminhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;os dias ficaram  amargos depois deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;juntamos lembranças,sonhamos,choramos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mas continuamos amando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;caminhos diferentes tomados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mas o amor persiste entre nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(wallace borges)&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/2094478801813472149-2425019621637478733?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/2425019621637478733/comments/default' title='Postar 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arbustos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o corpo molhado pelo ar frio que caia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;suspirava a transparencia do momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o vento cortava meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o brilho da lua transparecia em minha face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;suspiros longinguos pairavaam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;era uma noite fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;precisava entender meus caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;minha mente estava transparente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;estava tentando entender  aquele caminho frio na noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;minha mente estava transparente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;e os suspiros que pairavam cessaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o vento cortante persistia me afugentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;caminhos obscuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mente transparente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;eu precisa caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;um cheiro de morte exalava entre as neblinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;minha mente transparecia a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;um frio continuo arrastava a euforia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;entre o brilho da lua e minha face estava uma dama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;que suspirava baixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aproximei me e a toquei dizendo ´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;continuarei caminhando com a transparencia de minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;nossos laços paralelos jamais os cortarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;suspirou levemente e fechou seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(wallace borges)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z2MCl1xJmQ/Tlh93HGouaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MqRrYXagmm4/s72-c/49152_gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-2495192451318590246</id><published>2011-08-25T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T05:58:44.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ilustre gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QUufaQj6CGQ/TlZHAEdleSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/W4AJybHPkC4/s1600/itamaraty-acumula-derrotas-em-organismos-internacionais.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QUufaQj6CGQ/TlZHAEdleSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/W4AJybHPkC4/s200/itamaraty-acumula-derrotas-em-organismos-internacionais.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644777249478900002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div&gt;vitórias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ilustres vitorias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;conquistas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;derrotas!ilustres derrotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;fechadas jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;nos abrimos as derrotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;suamos juntas as conquistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;desprendemos das fechadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ilustres derrotas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;vida intensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;nos fechamos e não suamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ilustres derrotas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;desafios aparecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e junto a eles nos fechamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;para abrirmos as derrotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ilustres derrotas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ilustres conquistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;com gosto aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;gosto ilustre da derrota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(wallace borges)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sempre quer vitória perde a gloria de chorar.(los hermanos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-2495192451318590246?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QUufaQj6CGQ/TlZHAEdleSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/W4AJybHPkC4/s72-c/itamaraty-acumula-derrotas-em-organismos-internacionais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-5784344374280236439</id><published>2011-05-23T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:15:13.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>menina flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5_nt4OerLE/TdrcZJ2i7GI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1zAXzVHdJ48/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5_nt4OerLE/TdrcZJ2i7GI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1zAXzVHdJ48/s400/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610038610542914658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tristeza de um passado feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;presente que traz solidão de um passado remoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cada dia que se passa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sinto a fúria da tristeza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cortando o cotidiano de vidas inteiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;um dia de felicidade tornou -se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;em um  futuro próximo de uma tristeza presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;futuro triste de um passado feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aonde está o presente passado feliz?&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/2094478801813472149-5784344374280236439?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/5784344374280236439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=5784344374280236439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/5784344374280236439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/5784344374280236439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2011/05/menina-flor_23.html' title='menina flor'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5_nt4OerLE/TdrcZJ2i7GI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1zAXzVHdJ48/s72-c/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-8711694474777891936</id><published>2010-09-06T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:42:25.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/TIWYVfEYAMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nXZ23iCT7ZA/s1600/Caminhos%2Bdiferentes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/TIWYVfEYAMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nXZ23iCT7ZA/s200/Caminhos%2Bdiferentes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513980813669564610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde você foi ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ontem eu estava com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ando pela estrada tentando te encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finjo não ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;distantes é, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou distante sou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caminho na estrada te procurando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você sumiu no horiz0nte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cortou os laços das estradas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caminha em sentido contrario&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vago está ficando &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a luz está fraca ?pois não o vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caiu em um  pesadelo da estrada vazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;morando no abrigo de seu caminho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;construindo laços paralelos ao seu tempo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lançando vestígios de solidão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amarrando cordas no futuro desencontro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fácil foi entender o certo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora caminha em sentido contrario &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(wallace borges)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-8711694474777891936?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/8711694474777891936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=8711694474777891936' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/8711694474777891936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/8711694474777891936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2010/09/fuga.html' title='Fuga'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/TIWYVfEYAMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nXZ23iCT7ZA/s72-c/Caminhos%2Bdiferentes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-5361492713267171354</id><published>2010-08-11T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:52:05.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juntarei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/TGLxGZxr8eI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LRmm6VB8epM/s1600/Sonho+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/TGLxGZxr8eI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LRmm6VB8epM/s200/Sonho+real.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504226786900963810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Eu não sei até quando vou te amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;mas sei que quero estar ao seu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Quero dizer que te amo todos os dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;mesmo que não a ame mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Sempre que olho dentro de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;eu vejo você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Meus dias são como os seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;e os seus como os meus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Quero afundar meu coração dentro do seu olhar e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;sentir o brilho de seu olhar tocando meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Dizer que te amo com um simples olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ou simplesmente tocar no seu dedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;encobrir as tristezas e solidões passadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;respirar o ar dos dias que amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;junto a isso tudo olhar dentro de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;e sentir seu coração batendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Não sei até quando vou te amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;mas quero sempre dizer que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;até que seu coração não bata mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;e eu não respire mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(wallace borges)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-5361492713267171354?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/5361492713267171354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=5361492713267171354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/5361492713267171354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/5361492713267171354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2010/08/juntarei.html' title='Juntarei'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/TGLxGZxr8eI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LRmm6VB8epM/s72-c/Sonho+real.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-3991526197893666270</id><published>2009-12-29T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:12:36.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;princípios das formas da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;traz me felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;traz me afecto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;longínquo és  tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;perto e muito concreto és o sentimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cada lembrança um suspiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a emoção toma conta do momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;contemplo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;imagino ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lembro, presente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;passado &lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;és eterno enquanto suspiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;suspiro por paixão &lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tudo me mas ser aquilo que sempre fui &lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;que sempre fui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;amigo de seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;feliz demais por suspirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mas um pouco triste de apenas imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;você vive ae&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eu vivo aqui &lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;vivemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;apenas nos lembramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mas o sentimento nos uni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;uni o que sempre  existiu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a lembrança e o amor entre nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-3991526197893666270?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/3991526197893666270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=3991526197893666270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3991526197893666270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3991526197893666270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2009/12/principios-das-formas-da-vida-traz-me.html' title=''/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-1259502923668280748</id><published>2009-09-29T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:14:40.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SsJlLRUISqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kquidBrZyUQ/s1600-h/Amigo+Distante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SsJlLRUISqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kquidBrZyUQ/s200/Amigo+Distante.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386979348589333154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;você podia estar aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;ao meu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;sempre esteve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;tive duvidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;mas as descarteis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;quando lembrei que o senti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;suas palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;seus olhares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;na mente, lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;na historia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;a sua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;a minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;a nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;comunhão de estar tido ao seu ao lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;conheci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;glorifico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;sinto falta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;lembro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;suspiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;os dias passam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;e a cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;aumenta a magia que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;sinto falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;queria que voltasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;queria poder estar sempre presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;queria sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;queria olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;queria apenas olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;queria apenas olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;wallace borges&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/2094478801813472149-1259502923668280748?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SsJlLRUISqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kquidBrZyUQ/s72-c/Amigo+Distante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-3564887960050713979</id><published>2009-07-18T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:10:12.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SmIB01MyC-I/AAAAAAAAALc/pzTlAk5V0Ro/s1600-h/imagem_aviao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SmIB01MyC-I/AAAAAAAAALc/pzTlAk5V0Ro/s200/imagem_aviao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359848513669827554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;olhar de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será que consigo?&lt;br /&gt;sem desistência&lt;br /&gt;Estou me sentindo fraco&lt;br /&gt;deixe -me apoiar em você?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vou afundar num pesadelo sem fim&lt;br /&gt;segure-me um pouco&lt;br /&gt;pois preciso me recompor&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites não enxergo bem os horizontes&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vocês desistiram de mim&lt;br /&gt;porque Sinto que estou dando trabalho&lt;br /&gt;tentei me esconder&lt;br /&gt;mas logo apareci&lt;br /&gt;As vezes chego e ninguém me nota&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vão  ficar muitas cicatrizes&lt;br /&gt;Estou sempre precisando de ajuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que desistiram de mim&lt;br /&gt;por isso que As vezes me sinto só&lt;br /&gt;Já quebrei a cara algumas vezes&lt;br /&gt;então Desmontei de cansado&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu estou acreditando mais em mim&lt;br /&gt;Minha energia está sendo toda consumida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&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/2094478801813472149-3564887960050713979?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/3564887960050713979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=3564887960050713979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3564887960050713979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3564887960050713979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2009/07/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SmIB01MyC-I/AAAAAAAAALc/pzTlAk5V0Ro/s72-c/imagem_aviao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-2909138802267476458</id><published>2009-07-17T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:16:48.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SmE-X4VSjBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LTJxxa-A8rA/s1600-h/5465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SmE-X4VSjBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LTJxxa-A8rA/s200/5465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359633611527195666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andando pelos vales&lt;br /&gt;olhando o céu fechado&lt;br /&gt;as nuvens escondem a lua&lt;br /&gt;uma suave neblina encobre meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;mas eu preciso seguir&lt;br /&gt;meus olhos não enxergam direito&lt;br /&gt;um vento esfria minha alma&lt;br /&gt;cada passo que dou nesse caminho obscuro&lt;br /&gt;é bem decisivo&lt;br /&gt;o medo toma conta&lt;br /&gt;respiro bem suave&lt;br /&gt;tento ver um pequeno pedaço da lua&lt;br /&gt;mas não consigo&lt;br /&gt;nuvens escuras&lt;br /&gt;passos, passos e passos&lt;br /&gt;preciso seguir&lt;br /&gt;abraço-me com meus braços&lt;br /&gt;minha cabeça inclina-se para baixo&lt;br /&gt;mas continuo caminhando ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallce borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-2909138802267476458?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/2909138802267476458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=2909138802267476458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/2909138802267476458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/2909138802267476458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2009/07/norte.html' title='Norte'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SmE-X4VSjBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LTJxxa-A8rA/s72-c/5465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-4173270812287710440</id><published>2009-05-03T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:51:40.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/Sf50FRCZvbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/r_jprcyWAok/s1600-h/antartida_fabiovendrame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331826642674892210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/Sf50FRCZvbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/r_jprcyWAok/s400/antartida_fabiovendrame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antartida 1982.Um noroegues muito nervoso caça furiosamente um cachorro com seu rifle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-4173270812287710440?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/4173270812287710440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=4173270812287710440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-1681942707790734260</id><published>2008-11-30T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:44:14.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/STODkQwm9uI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c2naO0a4d-A/s1600-h/45jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/STODkQwm9uI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c2naO0a4d-A/s200/45jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704247578359522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as nuvens me mostram uma remota solidam &lt;br /&gt;o sol traz-me o brilho do seu olhar &lt;br /&gt;e são as grandes coisas e pequenas coisas &lt;br /&gt;que nos fazem viver&lt;br /&gt;mas existem sempre aquela que nos motivam &lt;br /&gt;a viver sempre e sempre...u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);   font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;wallace borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-1681942707790734260?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/STODkQwm9uI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c2naO0a4d-A/s72-c/45jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-8578057742286729086</id><published>2008-11-03T11:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:10:49.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SQ9Zgi0W_DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RIwukHqgOhk/s1600-h/bunnymen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SQ9Zgi0W_DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RIwukHqgOhk/s400/bunnymen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264524905056500786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mundo pode estar acabando &lt;div&gt;a trevas descendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o sol se apagando &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o mar nos engolindo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo parece perdido &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você se desespera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pensa em fugir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pensa em ir  à algum lugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao qual nem sabe onde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pensa em tudo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo que lhe proporciona refugio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;só não pensa que as pequenas coisas movem estruturas abaladas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque você só espera o grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o fantástico acontecimento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas felizmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nosso mundo tem magia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ele vem  te da um tapa na cara e te mostra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um  ponto minúsculo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que te da esperanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e te mostra que a vida feliz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é feita de razoes pequenas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simplicidade de ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wallace borges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-8578057742286729086?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/8578057742286729086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=8578057742286729086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/8578057742286729086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/8578057742286729086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/11/echo-and-bunnymen.html' title='Superação'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SQ9Zgi0W_DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RIwukHqgOhk/s72-c/bunnymen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-9126606634052164930</id><published>2008-11-02T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:44:46.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SQ1y9ge-7xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DktB_twcz20/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SQ1y9ge-7xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DktB_twcz20/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263989940483452690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui na terra os dias vão passando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;quando nasce o dia tem-se a sensação e uma nova vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mas quando chega a noite a alegria aumenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tudo parece girar em torno de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a cada segundo um sorriso ardente no rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o vento frio da noite transforma-a num momento único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;logo logo o sol vai nascer e toda magia vai esfriar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui na terra os dias vão passando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;quando nasce o dia tem-se a sensação e uma nova vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wallace borges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-9126606634052164930?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/9126606634052164930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=9126606634052164930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/9126606634052164930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/9126606634052164930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/11/smf.html' title='Smf'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SQ1y9ge-7xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DktB_twcz20/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-5647038601196998957</id><published>2008-09-15T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:46:15.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SM5-TpSSGjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sJtVw2iyH2c/s1600-h/Menina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SM5-TpSSGjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sJtVw2iyH2c/s200/Menina.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246269491898358322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;menina feliz&lt;br /&gt;menina que encanta&lt;br /&gt;tens magia que ilumina&lt;br /&gt;perfume que nos deixa leve&lt;br /&gt;forte brilho nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;beleza incomparável&lt;br /&gt;simpatia ampla&lt;br /&gt;menina com carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;wallace borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-5647038601196998957?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/5647038601196998957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=5647038601196998957' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-4481830325914164110</id><published>2008-06-24T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:29:14.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SGF0lECqYxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6vjy0Hl8zqo/s1600-h/publique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SGF0lECqYxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6vjy0Hl8zqo/s200/publique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215578023560635154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;poeta e poesias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;muitas e muitos amorosos,alguns só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;alguns preenchidos,alguns vazios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;saber amar não significa ser  poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e nem fazer poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;viver não é só respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;vivo um amor e respiro por ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a função da poesia,amor,viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;faz de mim diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;faz de mim uma poesia concreta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;amanhã o sol vai nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;amanhã eu quero estar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sendo em poesia ou sendo poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o que quero , é só te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;amo você assim que respiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pois seu ar agora tem seu cheiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;oh! tanto te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;me faz mais vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wallace borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-4481830325914164110?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/4481830325914164110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-4395596633078998546</id><published>2008-06-21T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:28:27.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catarina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF0pMsO4nbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MxHfpiQbXsU/s1600-h/Catarina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF0pMsO4nbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MxHfpiQbXsU/s200/Catarina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214369241573662130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a relatividade do homem é relativo a sua integridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges.&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-4395596633078998546?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/4395596633078998546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=4395596633078998546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4395596633078998546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4395596633078998546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/06/antiderivada.html' 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paz,afecto ,alegria e continuidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&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/2094478801813472149-3150273909156997221?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/3150273909156997221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=3150273909156997221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3150273909156997221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3150273909156997221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/06/palavras-no-foradas-apresentam-se-em.html' title='Stick'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCqRBuJGmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/44RdC4T13vM/s72-c/somebody02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-1405779614594480842</id><published>2008-06-11T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:55:41.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomparável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCm6ooAvKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/19G5WoPAUGU/s1600-h/meugi01hw3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCm6ooAvKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/19G5WoPAUGU/s200/meugi01hw3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210848295135526050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senti o firo do inferno&lt;br /&gt;o calor do paraíso&lt;br /&gt;a tristeza de meus momentos felizes&lt;br /&gt;a alegria de minhas desgraças&lt;br /&gt;a solidão de estar com todos meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;a comunhão de estar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;o amor por meu inimigo&lt;br /&gt;o ódio de meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;a aflição da certeza&lt;br /&gt;a traquilidade da incerteza&lt;br /&gt;o desespero do certo&lt;br /&gt;a calma da errado&lt;br /&gt;mas é indescrevivel o que sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;é incomparável&lt;br /&gt;é insolúvel&lt;br /&gt;mas é continuo&lt;br /&gt;te amo de mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-1405779614594480842?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/1405779614594480842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=1405779614594480842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/1405779614594480842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/1405779614594480842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/06/senti-o-firo-do-inferno-o-calor-do.html' title='Incomparável'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCm6ooAvKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/19G5WoPAUGU/s72-c/meugi01hw3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-90553645364447982</id><published>2008-06-10T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:21:23.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14-BIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9gvecvNMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tjzZS11I01Y/s1600-h/14-bis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210489662634669250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9gvecvNMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tjzZS11I01Y/s200/14-bis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aviões decolam&lt;br /&gt;aviões voam&lt;br /&gt;aviões aterrissam&lt;br /&gt;aviões caem&lt;br /&gt;aviões caem&lt;br /&gt;sonhos&lt;br /&gt;aviões caem&lt;br /&gt;explodem terra abaixo&lt;br /&gt;aviões caem&lt;br /&gt;sonhos,sonhos,sonhos&lt;br /&gt;aviões caem&lt;br /&gt;minha vida contínua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-90553645364447982?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/90553645364447982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=90553645364447982' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-1653432178507061957</id><published>2008-05-16T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:13:27.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9ex39a6RI/AAAAAAAAADs/vGQa-nthLdI/s1600-h/89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210487504819120402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9ex39a6RI/AAAAAAAAADs/vGQa-nthLdI/s200/89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saudades,&lt;br /&gt;solidão,&lt;br /&gt;aquele dia&lt;br /&gt;aquele momento&lt;br /&gt;aquele lugar&lt;br /&gt;em minha mente um suspiro&lt;br /&gt;na lembrança&lt;br /&gt;a foto,&lt;br /&gt;o sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;o desejo,&lt;br /&gt;a euforia,&lt;br /&gt;simples&lt;br /&gt;contemplo&lt;br /&gt;gigante no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;tristeza de estar distante&lt;br /&gt;mas feliz pela foto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-1653432178507061957?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/1653432178507061957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=1653432178507061957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/1653432178507061957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/1653432178507061957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/05/foto.html' title='Foto'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9ex39a6RI/AAAAAAAAADs/vGQa-nthLdI/s72-c/89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-3832381885931376493</id><published>2008-04-30T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:27:39.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9iMJfSd5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/iuAoBu3ZqS8/s1600-h/ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210491254736058258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9iMJfSd5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/iuAoBu3ZqS8/s200/ar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do ar que eleva as pessoas ao mais intangível ápice da euforia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wallace borges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-3832381885931376493?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/3832381885931376493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=3832381885931376493' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3832381885931376493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3832381885931376493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/04/poetry.html' title='poetry'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9iMJfSd5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/iuAoBu3ZqS8/s72-c/ar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-4608319666396917071</id><published>2008-03-14T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:53:38.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCrxVcR0CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/57yka4kctC0/s1600-h/chuva-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCrxVcR0CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/57yka4kctC0/s200/chuva-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210853632925356066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que são os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;Há que dias que sâo mais do mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que não passam&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que não chegam&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que não suporto&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que que são simplesmente dias&lt;br /&gt;Mas há dias que é "o dia"&lt;br /&gt;e há dia que não quero que acabe nunca&lt;br /&gt;Dias como esses você me trouxe&lt;br /&gt;Eu só lhe agradeço por tamanha felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo e um abraço de agradecimento&lt;br /&gt;A você pssoa tão presente&lt;br /&gt;Maravilhosa&lt;br /&gt;A mim só me resta ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Causa sua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-4608319666396917071?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/4608319666396917071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=4608319666396917071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4608319666396917071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4608319666396917071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/03/dias.html' title='Dias'/><author><name>wallace 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class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;atencões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amores,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;paixões&lt;/span&gt;,segredos e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mistérios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saudades e desejos&lt;br /&gt;viver é sentir o mundo tocar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acreditar na vida&lt;br /&gt;ser um manipulado&lt;br /&gt;correr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt; da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;todos querem&lt;br /&gt;poucos acreditam&lt;br /&gt;ah! queria ser&lt;br /&gt;ah! queria sentir&lt;br /&gt;vejo o mundo com outros olhos&lt;br /&gt;vejo uma vida nova&lt;br /&gt;acho que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é tarde&lt;br /&gt;e quando for , ainda há tempo&lt;br /&gt;e o tempo nos ensina a viver&lt;br /&gt;quantas vidas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; ensinou !&lt;br /&gt;parece ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; ter fim&lt;br /&gt;pode ser! MAS QUERO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SÓ&lt;/span&gt; UM POUCO&lt;br /&gt;ver o dia nascer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;denovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma nova flor desabrochar&lt;br /&gt;um novo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pássaro&lt;/span&gt; cantar&lt;br /&gt;e uma nova vida em meus braços&lt;br /&gt;quero estar preso a este mundo&lt;br /&gt;a este vasto mundo , onde quem sabe há um amor novo em minha nova vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-5296862305824974541?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/5296862305824974541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=5296862305824974541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/5296862305824974541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/5296862305824974541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/01/vasto-mundo.html' title='Vasto Mundo'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-3423320834427458843</id><published>2008-01-21T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:10:35.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valéria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9ePLxD7UI/AAAAAAAAADk/JJFj4zXSAyA/s1600-h/valÃ©ria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210486908840570178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9ePLxD7UI/AAAAAAAAADk/JJFj4zXSAyA/s200/val%C3%A9ria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você já pode sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Feche seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;e sinta o vento frio que vem do sul.&lt;br /&gt;Cante bem alto para que todos os escutem,&lt;br /&gt;e sintam a suavidade de sua voz.&lt;br /&gt;Dance para que todos admirem sua beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para o céu e veja...&lt;br /&gt;Tem-se muitas estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite é possível.&lt;br /&gt;A Lua está cheia.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo nos seus olhos o reflexo da mesma,&lt;br /&gt;Mas também vejo dentro de você.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o quanto quer viver.&lt;br /&gt;O seu sorriso descreve tamanha sua&lt;br /&gt;felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Agora durma e descanse.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã cedo eu lhe trarei flores&lt;br /&gt;e frutas.&lt;br /&gt;senhorita,eu serei seu servo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-3423320834427458843?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/3423320834427458843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=3423320834427458843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3423320834427458843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3423320834427458843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/01/valria_21.html' title='Valéria'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9ePLxD7UI/AAAAAAAAADk/JJFj4zXSAyA/s72-c/val%C3%A9ria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-4628078042381014398</id><published>2008-01-21T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:03:41.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>56</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCuJs5G6EI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YNIxld2swQ/s1600-h/amar_e_viver_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCuJs5G6EI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YNIxld2swQ/s200/amar_e_viver_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210856250560407618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a incerteza do que vai ser&lt;br /&gt;é a certeza do que virá&lt;br /&gt;a necessidade do amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;é a vontade do viver&lt;br /&gt;a melodia do cantar&lt;br /&gt;é energia de expressar&lt;br /&gt;expressar algo que esta preso a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do que todos somos nos,&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perpétuos&lt;/span&gt; dependentes&lt;br /&gt;das coisas que nos cercam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; escape,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; durma&lt;br /&gt;viva acordado e sinta as coisas que fluem&lt;br /&gt;faz parte de um continuo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abstracto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-4628078042381014398?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/4628078042381014398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=4628078042381014398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4628078042381014398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4628078042381014398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/04/incerteza-do-que-vai-ser-certeza-do-que.html' title='56'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCuJs5G6EI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YNIxld2swQ/s72-c/amar_e_viver_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-5702560728571917551</id><published>2007-12-18T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:58:26.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCsyUAqQ3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KqvGT0hmqXc/s1600-h/Philips-Aurea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCsyUAqQ3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KqvGT0hmqXc/s200/Philips-Aurea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210854749232579442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje acordei,olhei para as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;tudo parecia diferente&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo era mesmo&lt;br /&gt;apenas sentia em seus olhares&lt;br /&gt;imagens de coisas&lt;br /&gt;as quais transpareciam o mundo&lt;br /&gt;ao qual vivia em profunda perturbação&lt;br /&gt;mas porque disso?&lt;br /&gt;não sei,talvez o universo não tenha me dado este sentido&lt;br /&gt;então deixe de lado, para que entender&lt;br /&gt;mas ao que tudo parece&lt;br /&gt;aquela estrela que iluminava minha áurea&lt;br /&gt;sumiu&lt;br /&gt;mas do que adianta,ela só esta quando....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-5702560728571917551?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/5702560728571917551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=5702560728571917551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/5702560728571917551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/5702560728571917551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2007/12/th.html' title='Th'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCsyUAqQ3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KqvGT0hmqXc/s72-c/Philips-Aurea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-6979484717329472272</id><published>2007-12-18T02:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:41:42.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9ljA1Q_kI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jWJyzscLZiA/s1600-h/Passaro%20na%20janela%20de%20Primavera.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210494946084191810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9ljA1Q_kI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jWJyzscLZiA/s200/Passaro%2520na%2520janela%2520de%2520Primavera.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sonhar é viver?&lt;br /&gt;eu vivo um sonho&lt;br /&gt;em que havia uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;estrela a qual parecia mais um imenso claro&lt;br /&gt;pensei que havia uma dama&lt;br /&gt;e ela me chamava&lt;br /&gt;queria que eu fosse seu escudo&lt;br /&gt;senti tremores&lt;br /&gt;senti frio,senti calor&lt;br /&gt;ela me dizia chamando:&lt;br /&gt;eu te amo!&lt;br /&gt;eu estava indo em sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era uma luz muito imensa&lt;br /&gt;se chamava amor&lt;br /&gt;aquele que parece nunca existir&lt;br /&gt;dizia ela:&lt;br /&gt;te amo! estou feliz com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;então&lt;/span&gt; quando fui ao seu encontro&lt;br /&gt;meus olhos se abriram&lt;br /&gt;e eu vi um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pássaro&lt;/span&gt; na janela e o sol entrando&lt;br /&gt;e logo pensei:&lt;br /&gt;acho que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; existe uma dama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-6979484717329472272?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/6979484717329472272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=6979484717329472272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/6979484717329472272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/6979484717329472272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2007/12/sonhar-viver-eu-vivo-um-sonho-em-que.html' title='Dama'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SE9ljA1Q_kI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jWJyzscLZiA/s72-c/Passaro%2520na%2520janela%2520de%2520Primavera.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-2854829166744746563</id><published>2007-12-18T02:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:08:33.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senti o frio do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCvQlp-2ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/23DK628XZ1E/s1600-h/estrela_mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCvQlp-2ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/23DK628XZ1E/s320/estrela_mulher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210857468388628882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando uma estrela brilha&lt;br /&gt;você esta vendo o passado&lt;br /&gt;mas quando seus olhos brilham mostra-me o futuro&lt;br /&gt;cheio de vibrações,as quais entram em ressonância aos meu batimentos&lt;br /&gt;é como se fosse um encontro de cosmos&lt;br /&gt;mas se o macro é longinguo e abstracto,pode lhe dar algo que nunca precisou&lt;br /&gt;ou ao certo precisou e não estava la presente&lt;br /&gt;pois isto mostra que as coisas podem ser relativas&lt;br /&gt;visto que se em um momento do tempo um olhar transpira irradiação&lt;br /&gt;e em outro não existente&lt;br /&gt;faz brilhar em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;o brilho mais intenso de uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;faz com que ela perca a energia&lt;br /&gt;oh que pena, imagine quando você olhar e ae você perder a energia&lt;br /&gt;mas se uma estrela não brilha,é porque ela está morta?&lt;br /&gt;talvez&lt;br /&gt;se levarmos em relação ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;as vezes não houve tempo da luz te alcançar,mas do que te vale sentir a luz da estrela&lt;br /&gt;pois a estrela é você,que transparece em minhas dimensões&lt;br /&gt;a relatividade do homem é relativo a sua integridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-2854829166744746563?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/2854829166744746563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=2854829166744746563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/2854829166744746563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/2854829166744746563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2007/12/senti-o-frio-do-mundo.html' title='Senti o frio do mundo'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SFCvQlp-2ZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/23DK628XZ1E/s72-c/estrela_mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-4939523707227386780</id><published>2007-11-16T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:30:42.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_rv22lzAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GKkQMq69TSQ/s1600-h/SonhoDeEsperanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_rv22lzAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GKkQMq69TSQ/s200/SonhoDeEsperanca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215146100929186818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez achei que tudo fosse como eu quisesse&lt;br /&gt;como eu imaginasse&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa então senti&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fúria&lt;/span&gt; da ignorância&lt;br /&gt;sem calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aê&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; foi&lt;br /&gt;e agora não vejo mais&lt;br /&gt;apenas imagino&lt;br /&gt;mas o tempo não parou&lt;br /&gt;o muro caiu&lt;br /&gt;desabou sobre minha imaginação&lt;br /&gt;dos destroços ainda sobrou um coração&lt;br /&gt;que ainda bate&lt;br /&gt;mas há muita poeira e não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;enxergo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apenas sinto&lt;br /&gt;e sei, sei , sei&lt;br /&gt;certeza?&lt;br /&gt;hoje já não digo como antes&lt;br /&gt;até creio que ela não exista&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo pode está escuro&lt;br /&gt;mas frio ou quente sempre estará&lt;br /&gt;ao menos que sejas o fim&lt;br /&gt;mas enquanto sentir&lt;br /&gt;procurarei o norte&lt;br /&gt;lá é onde encontrarei o que quero&lt;br /&gt;nunca achei que o norte fosse tão perigoso&lt;br /&gt;crê, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crÊ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-4939523707227386780?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/4939523707227386780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=4939523707227386780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4939523707227386780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4939523707227386780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2007/11/cr.html' title='Crê'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_rv22lzAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GKkQMq69TSQ/s72-c/SonhoDeEsperanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-4846446565303795939</id><published>2004-11-25T17:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:13:32.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_ntyRf6cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1Ee20zM5sX0/s1600-h/anja32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_ntyRf6cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1Ee20zM5sX0/s200/anja32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215141667293620674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa noite tive um sonho&lt;br /&gt;sonhava que&lt;br /&gt;estava em seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era uma momento &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentia o mundo me tocar&lt;br /&gt;os céus descer&lt;br /&gt;as trevas se indo&lt;br /&gt;as nuvens se abrindo&lt;br /&gt;as estrelas me cegando&lt;br /&gt;a o mar me engolindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ae&lt;/span&gt; quando acordei&lt;br /&gt;vi que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; era um sonho&lt;br /&gt;senti seus braços&lt;br /&gt;seus toques&lt;br /&gt;meu sonho é você&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; é minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te adoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-4846446565303795939?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/4846446565303795939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=4846446565303795939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4846446565303795939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4846446565303795939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2004/11/sonho.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_ntyRf6cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1Ee20zM5sX0/s72-c/anja32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-3099561669749870710</id><published>2004-11-22T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:19:34.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_pKnDWRsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kV9H21xO4F8/s1600-h/porta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_pKnDWRsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kV9H21xO4F8/s200/porta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215143262009312962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podemos atravessar as portas do destino&lt;br /&gt;podemos fecha-las&lt;br /&gt;podemos esquece-las&lt;br /&gt;podemos até mesmo ignorar,&lt;br /&gt;mas quando se tem algo em sua imaginação,&lt;br /&gt;quando se quer alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;você abrirá e atravessará as portas&lt;br /&gt;e lá enfrente irá atrás de uma luz&lt;br /&gt;ao qual as vezes você não tem ideia de seu tamanho&lt;br /&gt;deixar a vida ir de encontro à você&lt;br /&gt;sentir as portas se abrirem&lt;br /&gt;e você poder ver que a sua frente existem&lt;br /&gt;céus e trevas&lt;br /&gt;alegrias e tristezas&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca se arrependa da porta que escolheu&lt;br /&gt;pois você só passa por ela uma vez&lt;br /&gt;tente achar outra que faça uma diferença na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;ou então a vegetar na perdida sala vazia sem portas&lt;br /&gt;ou fingir ser um cego&lt;br /&gt;e ignorar todas as portas, as vezes com medo&lt;br /&gt;de ser a porta errada&lt;br /&gt;tolice a sua&lt;br /&gt;enfrente e abra todas as portas de sua vida&lt;br /&gt;cada uma dela tem importância&lt;br /&gt;tempos atrás escolhi uma,&lt;br /&gt;abri e&lt;br /&gt;prossegui&lt;br /&gt;enfrente vi uma estrela que brilhava&lt;br /&gt;então prossegui&lt;br /&gt;fui ao encontro dela&lt;br /&gt;a luz fez com essa porta se fechasse&lt;br /&gt;e ninguém mais entrasse&lt;br /&gt;o nome dessa porta,&lt;br /&gt;a porta que escolhi ;&lt;br /&gt;você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-3099561669749870710?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/3099561669749870710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=3099561669749870710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3099561669749870710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3099561669749870710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2004/11/minha-porta.html' title='Minha Porta'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_pKnDWRsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kV9H21xO4F8/s72-c/porta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-5238756592770317109</id><published>2004-11-20T16:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:23:30.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_qD4MjsfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bxKHB8H9LZQ/s1600-h/289174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_qD4MjsfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bxKHB8H9LZQ/s200/289174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215144245863887346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senti o frio do inverno&lt;br /&gt;o calor do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o amor de seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; me quer?&lt;br /&gt;oh! há tanto a lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;mas duas palavras seria tudo&lt;br /&gt;tente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; me ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;será&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt;,pois &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;estou&lt;/span&gt; sempre em seus olhares&lt;br /&gt;quero amar&lt;br /&gt;quero ser amado&lt;br /&gt;quero viver e nascer&lt;br /&gt;duas palavras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; para a leitora&lt;br /&gt;se for uma flor de um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;ao menos que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;emoção&lt;/span&gt; a desmaie&lt;br /&gt;uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;então&lt;/span&gt; brilhe&lt;br /&gt;uma deusa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;então&lt;/span&gt; sejas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;contemplada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! leitora&lt;br /&gt;oh! linda dama leitora&lt;br /&gt;deixe-me falar,mas ousa-me:&lt;br /&gt;sorria,desmaie,sejas contemplada&lt;br /&gt;pois a dama que ler saberá&lt;br /&gt;que existe a sua volta flores e estrelas&lt;br /&gt;oh! leitora&lt;br /&gt;oh! linda dama leitora&lt;br /&gt;apenas duas&lt;br /&gt;te amo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-5238756592770317109?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/5238756592770317109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=5238756592770317109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/5238756592770317109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/5238756592770317109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2004/11/duas-palavras.html' title='Duas Palavras'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SF_qD4MjsfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bxKHB8H9LZQ/s72-c/289174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-1486492117107687355</id><published>2004-11-19T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:03:38.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir</title><content type='html'>veja &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; as coisas&lt;br /&gt;quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; menos espera elas aparecem&lt;br /&gt;mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt; isso me faz pensar&lt;br /&gt;na remota &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;solidão&lt;/span&gt; de um homem&lt;br /&gt;ao qual&lt;br /&gt;as vezes faz parte da vida dele&lt;br /&gt;mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;por que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;então&lt;/span&gt; viver só&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; ser com sigo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;de tempo em tempo&lt;br /&gt;a vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mostrar&lt;/span&gt; ao homem seus caminhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;quais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;serem&lt;/span&gt; os meus&lt;br /&gt;e os seus&lt;br /&gt;apenas deixar nos viver&lt;br /&gt;espera acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; estou&lt;br /&gt;queria ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estender minha vida a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;existência&lt;/span&gt; de soberania&lt;br /&gt;em que as coisas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; existem&lt;br /&gt;elas simplesmente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; sentidas&lt;br /&gt;e quando as pessoas sentirem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ser &lt;/span&gt;mais só assim como as vezes a solidam faz partes de suas vidas&lt;br /&gt;escutar uma musica e sentir a energia da melancolia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ouça&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; percebera que todas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;coisas&lt;/span&gt; o cercam e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; nunca percebeu&lt;br /&gt;pois sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;quis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ver com&lt;/span&gt; os olhos&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; com sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;áurea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois essa é a vida que para mim&lt;br /&gt;uma vida eterna de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;e um&lt;/span&gt; todo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; cegos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;wallace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-1486492117107687355?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/1486492117107687355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=1486492117107687355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/1486492117107687355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/1486492117107687355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2008/04/sentir.html' title='Sentir'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-590369241050969636</id><published>2004-11-16T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:25:08.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inconsciente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eis me trago aqui novamente&lt;br /&gt;perturbado pelo sentir&lt;br /&gt;e nem ao certo imagino o porque disso,&lt;br /&gt;mas em diferença faz&lt;br /&gt;é como tornar o abstracto humano para o real material&lt;br /&gt;agora sim fica a sujeitas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proporcoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de indiferença&lt;br /&gt;dizemos que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;contraversias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou ao menos queria saber a diferença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;contraversia&lt;/span&gt; e, ao certo e ao errado,&lt;br /&gt;mas se ter de tomar referencias&lt;br /&gt;o abstracto humano faz uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;imensuravél&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; diferença no mundo real material&lt;br /&gt;agora sim&lt;br /&gt;are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;desde da formação de grandes estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;ao tornaram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;espansões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;de um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;grantesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vazio&lt;br /&gt;em que tudo ao final de tudo se fundi&lt;br /&gt;acontecendo essas indiferenças&lt;br /&gt;aos que nos traz ....&lt;br /&gt;ao que parece aqui eis o término&lt;br /&gt;não fique confuso se não entendeu&lt;br /&gt;apenas termine de ler,porque&lt;br /&gt;esse texto faz o leitor sentir e não entender,&lt;br /&gt;a não ser eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-590369241050969636?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/590369241050969636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=590369241050969636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/590369241050969636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/590369241050969636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2004/11/inconsciente.html' title='inconsciente'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-3602479066582756713</id><published>2004-11-09T13:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:20:31.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfecto abstrato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo enfim não passa de uma historia&lt;br /&gt;ao qual pode ser triste ou feliz,&lt;br /&gt;pode até começar triste e acabar feliz&lt;br /&gt;ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;viece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;verça&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;mas que diferença faz se a incerteza da certeza do final de tudo é completa&lt;br /&gt;e isso fica até sujeito a uma cela ao qual você não enxergar os limites.&lt;br /&gt;e tudo isso me faz pensar&lt;br /&gt;e ainda mais ter certeza de que as coisas são bem relativas&lt;br /&gt;de certo modo a historia da humanidade é indefinida&lt;br /&gt;sua expansão vem atrás de algo ao qual&lt;br /&gt;nenhum ser teve ousadia de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;menuciar&lt;/span&gt; já ter vivido&lt;br /&gt;em alguma forma de soberania espiritual o inicio e nem o fim&lt;br /&gt;mas por que se preocupar com o alfa e o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ômega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se não ao menos sabemos quem nós somos ao certo&lt;br /&gt;e nem qual nossos papeis&lt;br /&gt;daí observe bem&lt;br /&gt;se tempo não há , então existência poderá&lt;br /&gt;tudo parece começar em um ponto e voltar à ele mesmo&lt;br /&gt;de que então vele viver,&lt;br /&gt;pois não se sabe seu inicio nem seu fim&lt;br /&gt;você esta preso e nem ao menos sabe o nome de sua cela&lt;br /&gt;também nem imagina quais seus limites&lt;br /&gt;não faz a mínima ideia de que fazer e de que não fazer&lt;br /&gt;daí contudo as coisas podem ficar paradas,&lt;br /&gt;você vai se preocupar com tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;mas não tem nexo&lt;br /&gt;dai você obedecerá a lei da inercia de newton&lt;br /&gt;pois bem faça como sempre foi feito&lt;br /&gt;corpo em repouso tende ao repouso&lt;br /&gt;corpo em movimento tende ao movimento....&lt;br /&gt;apenas viva.....&lt;br /&gt;não importe qual ..&lt;br /&gt;nem ..&lt;br /&gt;e muito menos se .....&lt;br /&gt;mas se..&lt;br /&gt;pois é dessa forma que varias historias de pessoas&lt;br /&gt;vão formando , mas por favor não me pergunte como&lt;br /&gt;e assim também o universo com toda sua imensidão e complexidade&lt;br /&gt;também vira a formar a sua .... ou não ,talvez ele não e tenha&lt;br /&gt;talvez ele seja a nossa historia.&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;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wallace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;borges&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/2094478801813472149-3602479066582756713?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/3602479066582756713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=3602479066582756713' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3602479066582756713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/3602479066582756713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2004/11/perfecto-abstrato.html' title='perfecto abstrato'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-4433464463525569603</id><published>2004-11-09T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:36:27.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Documento</title><content type='html'>tudo enfim não passa de uma historia&lt;br /&gt;ao qual pode ser triste ou feliz,&lt;br /&gt;pode até começar triste e acabar feliz&lt;br /&gt;ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;verça&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;mas que diferença faz se a certeza do final de tudo é completa a incerteza&lt;br /&gt;e isso fica até sujeito a uma cela onde você não enxerga os limites&lt;br /&gt;e tudo isso me faz pensar&lt;br /&gt;e ainda mais ter certeza de que as coisas são bem relativas&lt;br /&gt;de certo modo a historia da humanidade é indefinida&lt;br /&gt;sua expansão vem atrás de algo ao qual&lt;br /&gt;nenhum ser teve ousadia de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;menuciar&lt;/span&gt; já ter vivido&lt;br /&gt;em alguma forma de soberania espiritual o inicio e nem o fim&lt;br /&gt;mas por que se preocupar com o alfa e o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ômega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se não ao menos sabemos quem nós somos ao certo&lt;br /&gt;e nem qual nossos papeis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallace borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-4433464463525569603?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/4433464463525569603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=4433464463525569603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4433464463525569603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/4433464463525569603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2004/11/documento.html' title='Documento'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-2262580092242567482</id><published>2003-10-23T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:58:40.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e aos 20 anos de idade eu senti o peso do mundo nas costas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mal acreditava em eternos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e mal conhecia as coisas,apenas imaginava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;queria,mas queria muito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mas sem saber o verdadeiro cheiro do amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;de que valerá a apreciação de cada um? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;viver é se arriscar em um vale sem fim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;o fim pode ser o começo de uma fria e calma manha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;depois de uma noite de tempestade,mas também pode ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;o começo de um novo buraco longiguo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e hoje me pergunto; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cadê ? eu não vejo o que queria sentir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;onde estão as luzes?eu não as sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;você pode se deparar  a beira de um lago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;seus olhos molhados deixando pingos cair sobre o lago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;formando ondas que parece sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;assim como as coisas que sonhamos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mas amo muito a minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;eu sinto algo bem profundo dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bem intenso e tento achar uma maneira de expor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;então neste momento só um alívio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pequenas lágrimas caem de meus olhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;são lágrimas tristes,mas que limpam meu coração, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;que sempre esteve viajando em uma lago imenso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;para que isso tudo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;por que não ser mais fácil? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;que culpa eu tenho de chorar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;que culpa eu tenho de sofrer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ah meu Deus! não aguento mais sofrer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e neste momento estou desesperado escrevendo rápido e chorando, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e parece não acabar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mas sinto a energia dentro de mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a que eu tinha quando tinha 15 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ainda sim sinto-a em meu coração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;faz-me bem ,deixa me feliz e satisfeito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sinto a solidão bem forte em mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;às vezes fugindo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mas quem sabe às vezes se escondendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a estrela que brilhava parece estar perdendo sua luz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;queria muito uma explicação para isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;será essa realmante a chave da felicidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mas o que é ser feliz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;se meu coração falasse, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;suplicaria a morte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;é triste, mas às vezes é para  reflectir e analizar, se valerá a pena, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mas até hoje ele não encontrou a resposta certa então ele fica até a crer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;que deve ser conformar,afinal todas pessoas na fogem a isso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mas porque eu não posso ser eu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;eu não quero ser as outras pessoas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e porque elas não são elas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ou elas são elas e eu sou eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;o eu me faz tão mal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mas também é o que mas faz acreditar na pureza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ser mais eu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;eu amo eu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;o eu de minha adolescência me ama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;às vezes nos juntamos e lamentamos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mas as vezes gozamos de felicidade por nos sermos os mesmo até hoje, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e sonhamos que fiquemos sempre juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;porque afinal nascemos juntos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e juntos morreremos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;enfim um sorriso por amar meus 15 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(wallace borges)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2094478801813472149-2262580092242567482?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/2262580092242567482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=2262580092242567482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/2262580092242567482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/2262580092242567482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2003/10/e-aos-20-anos-de-idade-eu-senti-o-peso.html' title=''/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-1221525032575402549</id><published>2002-05-10T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:29:35.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fluir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZvmOcYjj0c/Tdrfp674c6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-Hc0DfHPBFw/s1600/A%2Bcerteza%2Bde%2Bque%2Bn%25C3%25A3o%2Bera%2Bamor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZvmOcYjj0c/Tdrfp674c6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-Hc0DfHPBFw/s320/A%2Bcerteza%2Bde%2Bque%2Bn%25C3%25A3o%2Bera%2Bamor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610042197131424674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a incerteza do que vai ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é a certeza do que virá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a necessidade do amanhecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é a vontade do viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a melodia do cantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é energia de expressar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;expressar algo que esta preso a você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do que todos somos nos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a não ser perpétuos dependentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;das coisas que nos cercam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não escape,não durma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viva acordado e sinta as coisas que fluem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faz parte de um continuo abstracto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(wallace borges)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-1221525032575402549?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/1221525032575402549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=1221525032575402549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/1221525032575402549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/1221525032575402549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2002/05/fluir.html' title='fluir'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZvmOcYjj0c/Tdrfp674c6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/-Hc0DfHPBFw/s72-c/A%2Bcerteza%2Bde%2Bque%2Bn%25C3%25A3o%2Bera%2Bamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2094478801813472149.post-7153302005289935339</id><published>2002-03-02T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:42:05.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiToaW99Z8k/TdrijuhZgqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/38sGeUS678Q/s1600/perdoar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiToaW99Z8k/TdrijuhZgqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/38sGeUS678Q/s320/perdoar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610045389254787746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje acordei,olhei para as pessoas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo parecia diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas tudo era mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apenas sentia em seus olhares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagens de coisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as quais transpareciam o mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao qual vivia em profunda perturbação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas porque disso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não sei,talvez o universo não tenha me dado este sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;então deixe de lado, para que entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas ao que tudo parece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquela estrela que iluminava minha áurea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sumiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas do que adianta,ela só esta quando....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(wallace borges)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2094478801813472149-7153302005289935339?l=xupynsk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/feeds/7153302005289935339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2094478801813472149&amp;postID=7153302005289935339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/7153302005289935339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2094478801813472149/posts/default/7153302005289935339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xupynsk.blogspot.com/2002/03/th.html' title='th'/><author><name>wallace borges</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00242267961891267537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kES9ClBdlqY/SETGlcOkuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NmrB6wvCPHc/S220/bodas+de+ouro+029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiToaW99Z8k/TdrijuhZgqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/38sGeUS678Q/s72-c/perdoar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
