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width="241" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É sempre prudente olhar em frente, mas é difícil olhar para mais longe do que pode ver-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/winston_churchill/" style="color: black;"&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vai tentar &lt;br /&gt;siga em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senão, nem começe!&lt;br /&gt;Isso pode significar perder namoradas&lt;br /&gt;esposas, família, trabalho...e talvez a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode significar ficar sem comer por dias,&lt;br /&gt;Pode significar congelar em um parque,&lt;br /&gt;Pode significar cadeia,&lt;br /&gt;Pode significar caçoadas, desolação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desolação é o presente&lt;br /&gt;O resto é uma prova de sua paciência,&lt;br /&gt;do quanto realmente quis fazer&lt;br /&gt;E farei, apesar do menosprezo&lt;br /&gt;E será melhor que qualquer coisa que possa imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vai tentar,&lt;br /&gt;Vá em frente.&lt;br /&gt;Não há outro sentimento como este&lt;br /&gt;Ficará sozinho com os Deuses&lt;br /&gt;E as noites serão quentes&lt;br /&gt;Levará a vida com um sorriso perfeito&lt;br /&gt;É a única coisa que vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/charles_bukowski/"&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8354252423405028479?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' 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musica que se toca, Toda musica pode ser uma alma apaixonada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Procurei em muitos sentimentos um sentido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Nada encontrei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Procurei em muitos jardins, aromas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas só por um me identifiquei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Procurei em muitos corações um amor...&lt;br /&gt;Mas só por um me apaixonei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8281239150412771706?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8281239150412771706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2011/05/verso-e-prosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8281239150412771706'/><link 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type='text'>Primeira Edição do Viva Noite no Litoral no Jornal 1ª Hora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cM1O3s0dzlw/TYzrevbHYoI/AAAAAAAAAl4/IG6X_ok_knE/s1600/Jorn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cM1O3s0dzlw/TYzrevbHYoI/AAAAAAAAAl4/IG6X_ok_knE/s1600/Jorn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que este seja apenas o começo de &lt;b&gt;muitos outros &lt;/b&gt;que estão por vir!&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/4348558651594191164-2755109577434843710?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O nome do maior dos inventores: acaso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Como se tudo que existisse simplesmente sumisse ao meu redor;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Como se as coisas inexistentes simplesmente aparecessem em minha cabeça;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Como se tudo fosse uma simples mentira;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Como se a vida já não existisse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Não vejo a hora de finalmente abraçá-la novamente;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Não vejo à hora de poder olhar em seus claros e brilhantes olhos e dizer o quanto gosto de ti;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Não vejo a hora de me aquecer com a mais pura delicadeza que sinto em seus braços;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Não vejo à hora de dizer que te amo e sinto sua falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Nada acontece por acaso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Como já dizia o poeta;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As pessoas entram por acaso em nossas vidas, mas não é por acaso que permanecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-380738789481382870?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/380738789481382870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2011/01/acaso.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/380738789481382870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/380738789481382870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2011/01/acaso.html' title='Acaso'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/TShzBGNkAdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/A8-qjZGvH7k/s72-c/1044572.jpg' height='72' 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Esses é que são  a essência viva da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Johaan Goethe]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Vida sem rumo, vida sem destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Vida essa da qual sem você, não vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Rumo discreto, rumo severo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Rumo em apuros de uma vida sem justos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sincero coração, sincera emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sincera disputa de um amor sem juras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Juras severas, sem destino, sem rumo e sinceridade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Provemos a si próprio do quão valioso valemos a nosso sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Seja sincero com si mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Siga seu rumo mesmo que seu destino diga o contrário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Severidade com a pureza mais discreta e oculta que seu corpo possa dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Seja feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Afinal é o que importa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-6635607951860662546?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6635607951860662546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/11/sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6635607951860662546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6635607951860662546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/11/sentimentos.html' title='Sentimentos'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/TPGBIQVQg3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Gqa8FE-jUQI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-300380434123275854</id><published>2010-08-04T10:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:16:27.928-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Ritmo louco.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/TFlhRnRrOoI/AAAAAAAAAkk/A6Cscs9iOLI/s1600/criana_de_fralda_no_mar.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/TFlhRnRrOoI/AAAAAAAAAkk/A6Cscs9iOLI/s320/criana_de_fralda_no_mar.JPG" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Saboreiem do amor tudo o que um homem sóbrio saboreia do vinho, mas não  se embebedem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Charles Alfred)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom poder fechar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Te enxergar loucamente no meu modo&lt;br /&gt;Mais insano de pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Poder assistir de perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo estando longe&lt;br /&gt;A beleza deslumbrante de seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branco como as nuvens do céu mais...&lt;br /&gt;Azul e claro que meus olhos possam enxergar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez já não padeça de loucura&lt;br /&gt;O amor do começo ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Sem o desejo atordoante de encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração que bate em ritmo da valsa&lt;br /&gt;Venha ao meu encontro próprio,&lt;br /&gt;Caloroso como não há de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Em mais algum corpo sóbrio&lt;br /&gt;O doido e doce beijo de um amor&lt;br /&gt;Completamente louco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-300380434123275854?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/300380434123275854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/08/ritmo-louco.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/300380434123275854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/300380434123275854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/08/ritmo-louco.html' title='Ritmo louco.'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/TFlhRnRrOoI/AAAAAAAAAkk/A6Cscs9iOLI/s72-c/criana_de_fralda_no_mar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-781193549937385428</id><published>2010-07-01T16:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:57:15.103-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Humanidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/TCzympZW6CI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VxixRZ-BIY8/s1600/ajude-a-humanidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/TCzympZW6CI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VxixRZ-BIY8/s320/ajude-a-humanidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A humanidade não se divide em heróis e tiranos. As suas paixões, boas e  más, foram-lhe dadas pela sociedade, não pela natureza.(Chaplin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certas coisas que mal posso compreender, sentidos confusos e atordoantes me atormentam em noites sem estrelas. O tempo passa mas nada muda, a cada dia uma nova vida, um recomeço ou talvez uma derrota posterior de todas as dores ou sentimentos que não me fogem do pouco bom senso que me resta.&lt;br /&gt;Como seria fácil se entregar e ver as coisas passando por um camarote reservado em grande pequena mente tendo assim um ponto de vista privilegiado, todo momento ou cada segundo sem algum aflito preocupativo e ter a escolha de simplesmente observar.&lt;br /&gt;Serei feliz quando as escolhas certas forem tomadas ou quando decidir quais serão as escolhas certas a serem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenciarei cada momento por cima e com olhos de águia ou serei apenas mais um rato tentando se esconder entre esgotos do seu pior pesadelo!?&lt;br /&gt;Humanidade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-781193549937385428?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/781193549937385428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/07/humanidade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/781193549937385428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/781193549937385428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/07/humanidade.html' title='Humanidade'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/TCzympZW6CI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VxixRZ-BIY8/s72-c/ajude-a-humanidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7736585446347459898</id><published>2010-05-16T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:36:50.054-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Pré-Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S_Bk0DBm9iI/AAAAAAAAAkI/fa6_Ib0Djzc/s1600/destino1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S_Bk0DBm9iI/AAAAAAAAAkI/fa6_Ib0Djzc/s320/destino1.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O destino é quem baralha as cartas, mas somos nós que a jogamos(Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tentando mudar para um lugar comum e calmo, longe de tudo e todos...&lt;/div&gt;Só a musica que sai do bico do sabiá vermelho que de tanto admiro o dia inteiro. Talvez tudo fosse melhor como na natureza, com um simples gesto ou um simples modo de vida, sem correria ou sem náusea&amp;nbsp;que tenho somente de olhar aquelas pessoas apressadas que correm para garantir uma conta gorda e suja em uma caixa ou em baixo dos colchões. Talvez fosse simplesmente verdade o fato de mal nascermos e já começarmos a morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Há como seria bom ouvir somente o som da natureza ao invés de respirar aquela fumaça cinzenta e poluidora que destroi os pulmões daqueles que dizem serem honestos enquanto roubam milhões dos pobres e humildes trabalhadores que pagam pra sobreviver em uma selva de pedra que desde pequena ensina a criança de que o mundo fosse melhor se todos fizessem a sua parte, mas ao invés disso elas simplesmente escolhem matar ou roubar por necessidade ou por puro prazer? &lt;br /&gt;Será esse o destino de milhões de brasileiros que mal reagem ao pré-destino?&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que realmente precisamos parar e pensar o quão bom poderia ser uma coisa chamada vida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-7736585446347459898?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7736585446347459898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/05/pre-destino.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7736585446347459898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7736585446347459898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/05/pre-destino.html' title='Pré-Destino'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S_Bk0DBm9iI/AAAAAAAAAkI/fa6_Ib0Djzc/s72-c/destino1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-3061361979071281450</id><published>2010-05-07T12:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:59:56.091-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Drain The Blood - The Distillers</title><content type='html'>Bom, como ainda ando sem mente para pensar em algun post descente. Aqui estou deixando mais um video...&lt;br /&gt;E esse me lembra alguém que foi especial e ainda é para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W0jHnWbbFjI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W0jHnWbbFjI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-3061361979071281450?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3061361979071281450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/05/drain-blood-distillers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3061361979071281450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3061361979071281450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/05/drain-blood-distillers.html' title='Drain The Blood - The Distillers'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5885930672677494150</id><published>2010-05-02T22:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:17:11.101-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>Jesus minha inspiração maior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S94s66A1mrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/86wNV1lfBAE/s1600/133674a98c81d389f9a42ea3b27cd8e295569f74.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466856388191165106" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S94s66A1mrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/86wNV1lfBAE/s320/133674a98c81d389f9a42ea3b27cd8e295569f74.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Apenas uma sigela declaração ao grande amor da minha vida Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho você na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho você como&lt;br /&gt;minha inspiração&lt;br /&gt;onde vou,onde estou,&lt;br /&gt;dentro do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;onde assim posso viver.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;o quero merecer.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho-o todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;na minhas lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;e no meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;e onde quer que eu vá,&lt;br /&gt;comigo você vai estar&lt;br /&gt;e vou te amar,&lt;br /&gt;porque tu és minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;minha poesia,&lt;br /&gt;a minha única inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo Jesus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5885930672677494150?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5885930672677494150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/05/jesus-minha-inspiracao-maior.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5885930672677494150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5885930672677494150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/05/jesus-minha-inspiracao-maior.html' title='Jesus minha inspiração maior...'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S94s66A1mrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/86wNV1lfBAE/s72-c/133674a98c81d389f9a42ea3b27cd8e295569f74.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2248951449766989288</id><published>2010-05-01T11:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:02:41.222-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>One Last Breath - Creed</title><content type='html'>Como já não posto a algum tempo e sinto que minha mente anda vazia,  como os desertos que procuro dentro de pessoas que rodeiam meu  dia-a-dia. Então decidi trazer uma musica que a 3 meses fala comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Espero  que gostem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PXCxYgERKZk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PXCxYgERKZk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-2248951449766989288?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2248951449766989288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-last-breath-creed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2248951449766989288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2248951449766989288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-last-breath-creed.html' title='One Last Breath - Creed'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7154758243872857827</id><published>2010-04-27T11:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:28:31.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu Blog foi indicado. Eu já estou participando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S9b0YkeriJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/w6y41ZkSE9U/s1600/topblog_indicado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S9b0YkeriJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/w6y41ZkSE9U/s400/topblog_indicado.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-7154758243872857827?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7154758243872857827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-meu-blog-foi-indicado-eu-ja-estou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7154758243872857827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7154758243872857827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-meu-blog-foi-indicado-eu-ja-estou.html' title='O meu Blog foi indicado. Eu já estou participando!'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S9b0YkeriJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/w6y41ZkSE9U/s72-c/topblog_indicado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-6697683401177322313</id><published>2010-04-16T23:53:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:54:32.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Até quando!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S8koZDMzi9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/pafOTyLHDUY/s1600/kiev9_cpia_copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460940433984293842" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S8koZDMzi9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/pafOTyLHDUY/s320/kiev9_cpia_copy.jpg" style="display: block; height: 275px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A distância faz ao amor aquilo que o vento faz ao fogo: Apaga o pequeno e inflama o grande. (Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando terei que sentir a dor e o ardor em meu peito?&lt;br /&gt;Cada movimento do corpo perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Moldado em mármore cintilante,&lt;br /&gt;Cada olhar de olhos escuros e quentes como fogo,&lt;br /&gt;É como uma forca que a cada passo, a cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;Aperta meu pescoço num nó que tenta descer apertado.&lt;br /&gt;Até quando ofuscará meus olhos o brilho do sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Que mais parece rir da minha agonia e zombar do meu desespero.&lt;br /&gt;Até quando o terror da saudade e o monstro da solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Atormentará minha alma que desesperada&lt;br /&gt;Pede socorro pro meu coração que sem forças bate,&lt;br /&gt;Em grande desigualdade com a realidade da minha paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Até quando?????..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIM.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-6697683401177322313?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6697683401177322313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/04/ate-quando.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6697683401177322313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6697683401177322313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/04/ate-quando.html' title='Até quando!?'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S8koZDMzi9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/pafOTyLHDUY/s72-c/kiev9_cpia_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5655526992132187825</id><published>2010-04-13T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:51:12.358-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Mente insana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S8SShtpihLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/bHniuz3-_GI/s1600/insanidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S8SShtpihLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/bHniuz3-_GI/s320/insanidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não há nada que seja maior evidência de insanidade do que fazer a mesma coisa dia após dia e esperar resultados diferentes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Einstein)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce mente insana &lt;br /&gt;Aquela que alucina de olhos abertos &lt;br /&gt;Com desejos estrondeantes&lt;br /&gt;E pensamentos fúteis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe-se lá de onde vem ou pra onde vai&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se soube na verdade o que é amar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez amor seja isso &lt;br /&gt;Talvez amor seja aquilo&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente é amar!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah mente insana que alivia &lt;br /&gt;Se todos os amores viessem a ti com pureza&lt;br /&gt;Todas as cores da natureza talvez não existissem&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas simplesmente sorririam &lt;br /&gt;E o amor suavemente fluísse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5655526992132187825?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5655526992132187825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/04/mente-insana.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5655526992132187825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5655526992132187825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/04/mente-insana.html' title='Mente insana'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S8SShtpihLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/bHniuz3-_GI/s72-c/insanidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7144856509704280936</id><published>2010-04-06T00:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:30:30.149-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>Inspiração delirante.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S7qy1EZtFBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ysq06mAtrEA/s1600/divinainspirac3a7c3a3o_jpg2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456870523297141778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S7qy1EZtFBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ysq06mAtrEA/s320/divinainspirac3a7c3a3o_jpg2.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 256px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou talvez um soneto, uma nota musical, frase doce de um dueto, inspiração surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algum dia, em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Senti prazer em perceber&lt;br /&gt;O sentido delirante de meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Era o dom transbordando de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Por algum despertar de emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a natureza que me trouxe você&lt;br /&gt;Fonte das minhas loucuras&lt;br /&gt;e base de minhas inspirações&lt;br /&gt;Tal profundidade em sensação&lt;br /&gt;Revivendo a cada minuto do dia&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança de doces palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração delirante do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode terminar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o começo for sempre um começo&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você for sempre o meu centro&lt;br /&gt;Estarei a te sentir e a te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;T.E S2 A.S.&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/4348558651594191164-7144856509704280936?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7144856509704280936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/04/em-outro-tempo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7144856509704280936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7144856509704280936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/04/em-outro-tempo.html' title='Inspiração delirante.'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S7qy1EZtFBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ysq06mAtrEA/s72-c/divinainspirac3a7c3a3o_jpg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-6577822759919418058</id><published>2010-04-01T16:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:14:41.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Flores não são simplesmente flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S7TukF_CLGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/S5qxVQ9tfbA/s1600/rosa-negra-e-poesia-13734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S7TukF_CLGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/S5qxVQ9tfbA/s320/rosa-negra-e-poesia-13734.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;... O tempo é algo que não volta atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso plante seu jardim e decore sua alma,&lt;br /&gt;Ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Shakespeare) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores em cima da mesa de jantar&lt;br /&gt;Flores envenenadas hei de te dar&lt;br /&gt;Rosas negras e encarnadas exalam seu cheiro pelo ar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vi mais belas e perigosas &lt;br /&gt;O segredo é tão parecido contigo &lt;br /&gt;Flor e espinho!&lt;br /&gt;E essa riqueza de hospital&amp;nbsp;é tampouco um enigma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores não são simplesmente flores&lt;br /&gt;O azul do teu olho me lembra bem do que são capazes &lt;br /&gt;Flores colhidas sem dor, talvez um dia não há e ficar só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emudeça e desabroche&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim há de ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;Emudeça e cresça &lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim há de saber amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-6577822759919418058?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6577822759919418058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/04/flores-nao-sao-simplesmente-flores.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6577822759919418058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6577822759919418058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/04/flores-nao-sao-simplesmente-flores.html' title='Flores não são simplesmente flores'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S7TukF_CLGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/S5qxVQ9tfbA/s72-c/rosa-negra-e-poesia-13734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5659779233415693203</id><published>2010-03-31T16:35:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:26:14.262-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>Ninguém é de ninguém.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S7OkGgzKFtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9gJKcmQEYLM/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454884005466478290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S7OkGgzKFtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9gJKcmQEYLM/s320/3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 218px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que há de mais real para mim, são as ilusões que crio com minhas palavras. O resto são areias movediças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós já não falamos tanto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somos íntímos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;quase amantes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; me conhece&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;quase que por completo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você é aquela mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;de voz sensual e rude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas que adora conquistar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu sou aquele que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;adoro exclusividade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;amorosamente egoista,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que adora ser conquistado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ser amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas já estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me acostumando,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que ninguém é de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então por favor, seja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;somente minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“no exato”momento em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que comigo estiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5659779233415693203?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5659779233415693203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/ninguem-e-de-ninguem.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5659779233415693203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5659779233415693203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/ninguem-e-de-ninguem.html' title='Ninguém é de ninguém.'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S7OkGgzKFtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9gJKcmQEYLM/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5717176939733089393</id><published>2010-03-26T12:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:08:55.559-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Coração Infame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S6zNPPmp6WI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-kdKw2Hsm4Y/s1600/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+espelhado+ABrito-+2004-09-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S6zNPPmp6WI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-kdKw2Hsm4Y/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+espelhado+ABrito-+2004-09-21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;A maior solidão é aquela que se dá não pela ausência de pessoas, mas  pela indiferença da presença delas.(David Saleeby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero a insanidade de menino sobre o debruçar da saudade, que exprime vontade de desenhar com os dedos o medo que tomou-lhe por inteira. A inocência nos olhos da autora, que por si própria julga capaz, é admiravelmente belo em compasso ao infame coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desabroche por si, e veja com os olhos arregalados o quanto perde ao encontrar o que diz lhe fazer tranquila!A solidão será capaz de confortar algo da criança que habita no inferior de sua feição. MORTE, MORTE eu disse MORTE! Aquele que sofre por ter pensado em formas agitadoras de convívio com proximidade consideravelmente arriscada a vida. Sentido pra que!? A vida já não lhe traz algum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coração infame, abandone o mundo superável pela solidão incurável. Não me roube solidão sem o interesse de oferecer companhia. Fuja com seus pensamentos e próprios medos, enquanto atravesso a dor da solidão de encontrar finalmente a metade que me foi arrancada.&lt;br /&gt;Essa dimensão desencadeada de desentendimentos com o tempo é injusta com um coração que abriga uma solidão quase incurável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5717176939733089393?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5717176939733089393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/coracao-infame.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5717176939733089393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5717176939733089393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/coracao-infame.html' title='Coração Infame'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S6zNPPmp6WI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-kdKw2Hsm4Y/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+espelhado+ABrito-+2004-09-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7697209409741959601</id><published>2010-03-18T15:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:19:18.113-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aos que amo]'/><title type='text'>Bate compasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S6JuGmSIkZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5UtMYkw4VTQ/s1600-h/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S6JuGmSIkZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5UtMYkw4VTQ/s320/abraco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450039558706598290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quem nunca um erro cometeu, também nunca algo descobriu.(Regina Shultz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro lugar será seu cômodo daquele que ainda lhe resta a solidão;&lt;br /&gt;A mentira lhe convêm de modo em que as verdades se escondem, há quem me dera fosse verdade. Sou um coração daquele que bate em função da sua musica, cabe a você destinar meus passos e saltos sobre cada dia que passo. Cabe a você decidir meu modo de ser em relevância qualquer sobre os desejos em comunhão de um espírito qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentir pra que!?  Eu sempre adorei voar, mesmo que pra isso fosse obrigado a cair sem ter  direito a levantar... Não desesperes coração insano de uma noite só, talvez uma noite de todas as noites encontre um aconchego qualquer, capaz de sufocá-lo ansiosamente de emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Não basta saber que é amado ou desejado, nem só amor desejo de ter nos teus braços um corpo delicado na boca da doçura de um beijo amargo. Desejo o companheirismo de uma artéria ligada ao ventrículo ligeiro como uma flecha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coração ,quem já não nos escuta pensa que emudecemos para sempre. Se talvez nos amar, ainda há de saber que nossa essência em ambiguidade do senso comum há de aparecer em qualquer sentido absoluto.&lt;br /&gt;Corte minhas asas e endureça meus olhos cheios de vida e sentimentos, me faça enxergar algo do qual ainda não vi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dedico a Carol, que apesar de tudo está do meu lado... Amo você.&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/4348558651594191164-7697209409741959601?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7697209409741959601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/bate-compasso.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7697209409741959601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7697209409741959601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/bate-compasso.html' title='Bate compasso'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S6JuGmSIkZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5UtMYkw4VTQ/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-8245346160391257139</id><published>2010-03-16T11:21:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:15:16.105-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[1 ano de pensamentos]'/><title type='text'>Parabéns a todos</title><content type='html'>Completando 1 ano de pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com gratidão que parabenizo a vocês meus seguidores e leitores anónimos por estar ao meu lado nessa caminhada completa de sentimentos e carinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que muitas longas data ainda estejam por vir !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande beijo a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8245346160391257139?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8245346160391257139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/parabens-todos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8245346160391257139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8245346160391257139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/parabens-todos.html' title='Parabéns a todos'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5446385686552081782</id><published>2010-03-11T12:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:17:52.902-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Agindo na forma de pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S5mGqhaFtsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/W2ibs8XMv90/s1600-h/jovens-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S5mGqhaFtsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/W2ibs8XMv90/s320/jovens-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447533289361749698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Assim como gosto do jovem que tem dentro de si algo do velho, gosto do  velho que tem dentro de si algo do jovem: quem segue essa norma poderá  ser velho no corpo, mas na alma não o será jamais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga tudo, se expresse.&lt;br /&gt;Rode o mundo não se estresse,&lt;br /&gt;da força a injustiça,&lt;br /&gt;do ato ao bagaço&lt;br /&gt;o suborno fracassado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Líderes por comunhão,&lt;br /&gt;juntos pela razão,&lt;br /&gt;na força pelo espaço&lt;br /&gt;na luta contra o sarcasmo...&lt;br /&gt;Ironia imoral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos jovens de corpo e alma.&lt;br /&gt;Jovens pelos ideias.&lt;br /&gt;Jovens pelos literais&lt;br /&gt;Imperfeitos sim,&lt;br /&gt;contudo translúcidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feitos de vidro.&lt;br /&gt;Do mais judiado e sujo capaz;&lt;br /&gt;Somos a força da nação;&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos jovens !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5446385686552081782?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5446385686552081782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/agindo-na-forma-de-pensar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5446385686552081782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5446385686552081782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/agindo-na-forma-de-pensar.html' title='Agindo na forma de pensar'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S5mGqhaFtsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/W2ibs8XMv90/s72-c/jovens-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-8287589101085844310</id><published>2010-03-08T10:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:23:23.420-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Pensamento em raciocínio</title><content type='html'>Estive uma semana longe de tudo para pensar no que fazer em situações da qual passei e estou passando...&lt;br /&gt;E sinto que o melhor a fazer não é excluir ou desativar algo do qual fala tanto de vida, da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Histórias das quais só a caneta conhece, histórias das quais eu desconheço. Algo rico em palavras sinceras não pode simplesmente desaparecer pelo fato do sentimento momentâneo.&lt;br /&gt;Continuarei com o blog para expor os meus sentimentos e a vida atráves das palavras que vêem sem rumo e voam em destino certo. Aos meus caros leitores.&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço a todos e sejam bem vindos novamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8287589101085844310?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8287589101085844310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/pensamento-e-raciocinio.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8287589101085844310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8287589101085844310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/03/pensamento-e-raciocinio.html' title='Pensamento em raciocínio'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7350232228681196903</id><published>2010-02-22T17:58:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:35:24.495-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Sã na loucura de amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S4LzDJipy3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/tEXeYseVEJc/s1600-h/loucura-tr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S4LzDJipy3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/tEXeYseVEJc/s320/loucura-tr1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441178535243402098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A única diferença entre a loucura e a saúde mental é que a primeira é  muito mais comum.(Millôr Fernandes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos monótonos&lt;br /&gt;alucinático extravagantes&lt;br /&gt;que ao seu lado vivo&lt;br /&gt;intensamente sem pensar no futuro&lt;br /&gt;pós-próximo que virá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento divino&lt;br /&gt;de um doce menino&lt;br /&gt;que em mim irá de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longe de ti eu não vivo&lt;br /&gt;,minha razão de viver&lt;br /&gt;sem querer te perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As doces amargas travessuras&lt;br /&gt;de uma alma sem juras&lt;br /&gt;de um amor sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que longe de tudo&lt;br /&gt;ainda há de viver&lt;br /&gt;em algum lugar que lembra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loucura essa de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;e nos teus braços me perder&lt;br /&gt;loucura essa da qual vivo&lt;br /&gt;intensamente sem nenhum medo de se perder.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-7350232228681196903?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7350232228681196903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/sa-na-loucura-de-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7350232228681196903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7350232228681196903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/sa-na-loucura-de-amar.html' title='Sã na loucura de amar'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S4LzDJipy3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/tEXeYseVEJc/s72-c/loucura-tr1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-1630693283877643565</id><published>2010-02-19T11:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:29:23.242-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Selo Master Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S36POMaoKUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/c3X1pGSDaxY/s1600-h/MasterBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S36POMaoKUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/c3X1pGSDaxY/s320/MasterBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439942873923987778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selo enviado pela Brigadeiro do blog &lt;a href="http://euvoustar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Certas Coisas...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A regra do selo é responder o que não tem preço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:O que não tem preço é viver ao lado de quem você ama dando apoio e o carinho que merece e sendo reconhecido por seus atos e atitudes que ainda sim são semelhantes a certas definições desconhecidas de uma mente de criança.&lt;br /&gt;Por que amar e ser amado não tem preço !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indico o selo para...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asombradomar.blogspot.com"&gt;A Sombra do mar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobodyknowsbutme2.blogspot.com"&gt;Ausência Instável&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://codinomebeija-flor-esfinge.blogspot.com"&gt;Codinome Beija-Flor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://contosdesofie.blogspot.com"&gt;Contos de Sofie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-1630693283877643565?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1630693283877643565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/selo-master-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1630693283877643565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1630693283877643565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/selo-master-blog.html' title='Selo Master Blog'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S36POMaoKUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/c3X1pGSDaxY/s72-c/MasterBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7651516952587103762</id><published>2010-02-12T18:53:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:57:04.260-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Muitos Caminhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S3XMxQxQf_I/AAAAAAAAAhU/JIgsqyphLYk/s1600-h/caminho.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S3XMxQxQf_I/AAAAAAAAAhU/JIgsqyphLYk/s320/caminho.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437477271806967794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tive a oportunidade de magoar e magoei, tive a oportunidade de consertar  e errei, tive a oportunidade de perceber meu erro foi ai que chorei.(Raphael Verly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errei sim&lt;br /&gt;Castiguei&lt;br /&gt;Tantas lágrimas derrubei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;Re experimentei do erro&lt;br /&gt;A mente me castigou&lt;br /&gt;Chorei tantas magoas que meu coração trazia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punivelmente  tentei ,&lt;br /&gt;Insisti em ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Buscando aos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;A redenção do amor sem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é só minha consciência&lt;br /&gt;Olho por todos os lados&lt;br /&gt;Parece que estreitam meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um passo em falso&lt;br /&gt;Um rumo e cadafalso !&lt;br /&gt;Sustentado pela corda do destino&lt;br /&gt;Esta meu pescoço quebrado&lt;br /&gt;Como espatifado está meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;Ao saber que longe de ti eu vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil decisão&lt;br /&gt;Amor sem razão&lt;br /&gt;Dor que parece não ter fim.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-7651516952587103762?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7651516952587103762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/muitos-caminhos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7651516952587103762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7651516952587103762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/muitos-caminhos.html' title='Muitos Caminhos'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S3XMxQxQf_I/AAAAAAAAAhU/JIgsqyphLYk/s72-c/caminho.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2258510607891256917</id><published>2010-02-10T16:02:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:21:30.918-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aos que amo]'/><title type='text'>Sempre estarei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S3L4aCznA9I/AAAAAAAAAhM/EIDf6BgQ7Js/s1600-h/longe-de-deus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S3L4aCznA9I/AAAAAAAAAhM/EIDf6BgQ7Js/s320/longe-de-deus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436680826503234514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quando me faltarem as palavras, eu que sofro do mal de querer-te  incondicionalmente e tão intensamente, esperarei que os meus olhos  revelem o que não sei mais como expressar. (Uende da Silva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensações desejáveis das quais sentes quando toco-lhe o rosto com uma caricia delicada e suave da qual a faz tremer as pernas de prazer...&lt;br /&gt;Sensações são essas das quais me perco na loucura de um amor profundo do qual posso dizer sem fim pelo segredo das palavras mais sinceras e expostas de um poeta apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;Amor completamente apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;Amor completamente descontrolado.&lt;br /&gt;Amor do qual sente ser isolado...&lt;br /&gt;Isolado do tempo, da natureza, do mundo, de sim mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Amor incondicionalmente seu.&lt;br /&gt;Amor esse do qual não canso de entoar em voz alta e clara !&lt;br /&gt;EU TE AMO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto lhe dizer isso,mas você me levou o que tinha de mais precioso...meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;E sou grato de tê-lo feito de tal forma que mal posso pensar viver antes que você possa ter nascido...&lt;br /&gt;Somos de épocas diferentes sim! Mas e dai !?&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser o tempo que vai tirá-la de mim ?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não o tempo, talvez não as pessoas, talvez eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Cometi erros sim! Erros dos quais me levaram você, erros que jamais irei esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;Mas são com esses erros que eu aprendi, são com esses erros que reeduquei a minha alma, o meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;E não pense que estarei longe de você quando me pedir...&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei afasto, porém tudo observarei.&lt;br /&gt;E quando você cair lá estarei com os braços para lhe segurar nem que seja preciso cair junto a ti...&lt;br /&gt;E quando você se levantar eu estarei lá para com um sorriso simples e sincero lhe dar os parabéns... Não por ter se levantado, mas por fim reaprender a viver.&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueci das promessas de amor que lhe dei, eu as guardo arquivadas em minha mente pensadora assim como você guarda meu coração. Sim eu estarei lhe esperando...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser hoje, pode ser amanhã, pode ser quando for para ser...&lt;br /&gt;Lá estará eu.&lt;br /&gt;Esperando por você.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-2258510607891256917?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2258510607891256917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/quando-me-faltarem-as-palavras-eu-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2258510607891256917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2258510607891256917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/quando-me-faltarem-as-palavras-eu-que.html' title='Sempre estarei'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S3L4aCznA9I/AAAAAAAAAhM/EIDf6BgQ7Js/s72-c/longe-de-deus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-6510374482252789638</id><published>2010-02-09T12:00:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:07:12.378-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Em minhas mãos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S3Fra6Kl-6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/rnERxcDclfg/s1600-h/MarianneLeCarrour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S3Fra6Kl-6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/rnERxcDclfg/s320/MarianneLeCarrour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436244335247358882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Posso não concordar com nenhuma das palavras que você disser, mas defenderei até a morte o direito de você dizê-las. (Voltaire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não somos donos do tempo nem de ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa da qual podemos controlar é nossa língua, por que nossos pensamentos são livres para pensar o que preciso for. Tudo está interligado de certa forma que poderíamos mudar o mundo ao pensar em alguma coisa do qual possa nos fazer feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem tem esse direito ? Eu ?&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente acho que as coisas acontecem pelo fato de terem que acontecer sem ao menos uma explicação. Não somos donos de si próprio, quanto mais do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não para, somos nós que paramos para vê-lo passar, e quando menos percebemos acabamos simplesmente existindo em um mundo do qual foi feito para ser vivido !&lt;br /&gt;A situação não pode ser das melhores ,mas a vida tende a ir pra frente e o mundo a girar...&lt;br /&gt;não podemos simplesmente parar no tempo e ver as coisas fluírem sozinhas, quem faz as coisas fluírem somos nós...não o tempo !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-6510374482252789638?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6510374482252789638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/em-minhas-maos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6510374482252789638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6510374482252789638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/em-minhas-maos.html' title='Em minhas mãos.'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S3Fra6Kl-6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/rnERxcDclfg/s72-c/MarianneLeCarrour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-8066633756577436745</id><published>2010-02-05T18:34:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:39:47.206-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Escravo do tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S2yBVIBysVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3fnXDJHNrgE/s1600-h/o_tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S2yBVIBysVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3fnXDJHNrgE/s320/o_tempo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434861050261582162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O pensamento é escravo da vida, e a vida é o bobo do tempo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu quero poder me afastar do grande sentimentalismo que me afeta ao tempo que respiro ...&lt;br /&gt;Só me vejo na impossibilidade de que algo seja totalmente contra os meus rumores, mesmo assim dentre os dentes que me forçam a boca eu tento abri-la e respirar forçadamente para que meus pulmões se aliviem aos poucos.&lt;br /&gt;Tendo como se tudo que vivi e que quero viver fossem por água abaixo eu me vejo...&lt;br /&gt;Vendo que tudo que eu quero e preciso está longe, longe de mim, longe do meus braços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que as coisas não estão simplesmente acabada eu tento pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento raciocinar, mas me vejo com essa impossibilidade cruel que não me deixa respirar...&lt;br /&gt;Que não me deixa aliviar pulmões para que assim possa respirar...&lt;br /&gt;Para que assim tudo possa se ajeitar na mais tranquila calmaria do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero estar certo ou errado de algo, quero apenas participar disso de tal forma que seja necessariamente crucial para o meu bem-estar, para o seu bem-estar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu lhe darei tempo, eu terei paciência para que possa acontecer o que for necessário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8066633756577436745?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8066633756577436745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/escravo-do-tempo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8066633756577436745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8066633756577436745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/02/escravo-do-tempo.html' title='Escravo do tempo'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S2yBVIBysVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3fnXDJHNrgE/s72-c/o_tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-1913670025595482884</id><published>2010-01-26T12:49:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:21:34.191-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Mais um pouco de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S18HblFKqXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rOPyL-LzpbM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431067846023752050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S18HblFKqXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rOPyL-LzpbM/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoje não tive inspiração para escrever absolutamente nada...&lt;br /&gt;Porém eu estava passeando pelo mundo cibernético e encontrei algo que expressou tudo o que eu queria dizer no momento em que vivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia me disseram para ter paciência porque a saudade é um sentimento nobre que poucos podem ter...&lt;br /&gt;Que somente as pessoas que realmente tem capacidade de amar podem senti-lo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas infelizmente tudo tem seu preço...&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem sente saudade é sinal de que algo no passado foi inesquecível...&lt;br /&gt;É sinal de que alguém não apenas passou por sua vida e sim que permanece...&lt;br /&gt;E que faz grande falta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ana Cláudia Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Eu sinto a sua falta ,porém tenho que ser forte para suporta-la.&lt;br /&gt;Não há despedida sem reencontro... Não há reencontro sem despedida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei forte para quando encontra-la novamente, eu serei forte mesmo que continue a derramar lágrimas em meu travesseiro a toda noite, eu serei forte para suportar a distância que me assombra até mesmo no claro do sol, serei forte por que te amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui substendido mais uma música que marcou nosso relacionamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything-Lifehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx6z14x1wB4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx6z14x1wB4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-1913670025595482884?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1913670025595482884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/01/mais-um-pouco-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1913670025595482884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1913670025595482884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/01/mais-um-pouco-de-mim.html' title='Mais um pouco de mim...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S18HblFKqXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rOPyL-LzpbM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-1020662376738990578</id><published>2010-01-23T18:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:58:01.504-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Por que eu preciso,por que eu amo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S1tiQBWNx0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/E742OZTmLbI/s1600-h/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S1tiQBWNx0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/E742OZTmLbI/s320/DSC01587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430041803104307010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Por que eu sei que ainda verei aquele sorriso ,por que eu sei que te amo ,por que eu sei que te quero...Por que eu sei que você precisa, por que eu sei que EU preciso !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente eu venho andando perdido sem saber o caminho de volta para o mundo real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado louco de amor e fascinado por isso ,me escondi subitamente no interior de meu coração ,sem ao menos dar atenção a razão..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje percebo que para darmos atenção ao amor temos que atender a razão.&lt;br /&gt;Então estou tentando mudar ,não por que quero ,mas sim por que preciso !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-1020662376738990578?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1020662376738990578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/01/por-que-eu-sei-que-ainda-verei-aquele.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1020662376738990578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1020662376738990578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/01/por-que-eu-sei-que-ainda-verei-aquele.html' title='Por que eu preciso,por que eu amo.'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/S1tiQBWNx0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/E742OZTmLbI/s72-c/DSC01587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5104930326257024032</id><published>2010-01-13T23:10:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:10:48.721-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>MINHA INSPIRAÇÃO É VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S05vJUIwXDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Vc161SLmdyY/s1600-h/E-que-seja-eterno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 316px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426396806842965042" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S05vJUIwXDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Vc161SLmdyY/s320/E-que-seja-eterno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nao é falta de inspiração,&lt;br /&gt;como parece...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me preocupei em escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Como vê,&lt;br /&gt;É a Poesia que me escreve"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quero cantar, compor&lt;br /&gt;voar e falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Exagerado!?&lt;br /&gt;Só me inspiro se apaixonado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento fluindo&lt;br /&gt;as mãos que soan e falam,&lt;br /&gt;alegria de estar existindo&lt;br /&gt;e estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;e os dedos não se calam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei enfeitar a saudade&lt;br /&gt;transformar o tédio em melodia&lt;br /&gt;ou a felicidade me invade&lt;br /&gt;ou escrever não podia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emoção, espera, surpresa!&lt;br /&gt;Ter desta boca o beijo?&lt;br /&gt;Espectativas que me inspiram,&lt;br /&gt;Amizade, paixão e desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arte é cinema, teatro, música&lt;br /&gt;futebol, família, o calor,&lt;br /&gt;liberdade, natureza, astúcia,&lt;br /&gt;a vida, a paz e o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centelhas dos pequenos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Brasas quentes da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Luz que sopradas ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Iluminam meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T.E.S2A.S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5104930326257024032?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5104930326257024032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/01/minha-inspiracao-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5104930326257024032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5104930326257024032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2010/01/minha-inspiracao-e-voce.html' title='MINHA INSPIRAÇÃO É VOCÊ'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/S05vJUIwXDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Vc161SLmdyY/s72-c/E-que-seja-eterno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5935878337372472696</id><published>2009-12-18T23:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:00:54.887-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>No ritmo das areias do deserto 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SywyqIp_ATI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UKqLr8hhE14/s1600-h/lencois01b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SywyqIp_ATI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UKqLr8hhE14/s320/lencois01b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416760151279337778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Um escritor é essencialmente um homem que não se resigna à solidão. Cada um de nós é um deserto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ritmo das areias do deserto,&lt;br /&gt;um vácuo se aproxima consideravelmente&lt;br /&gt;à minha entranha.&lt;br /&gt;Um aglomerado de sentimentos parado no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;se transforma em ecos de emoções,&lt;br /&gt;visivelmente superficiais para minha realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Fico parado em minha mesmice,&lt;br /&gt;mudo, minha postura romântica,&lt;br /&gt;a especular você no teu espaço,&lt;br /&gt;em querer te conquistar.&lt;br /&gt;Na veracidade dos meus pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;você será a miragem inspiradora,&lt;br /&gt;uma frenesi de paixões.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sede de amar no deserto,&lt;br /&gt;tenho ânsia de aventuras,&lt;br /&gt;caçador de histórias reais e virtuais,&lt;br /&gt;mergulho nos sonhos pirotécnicos,&lt;br /&gt;idealizo eventos mágicos,&lt;br /&gt;na cadência quase sensual&lt;br /&gt;dos meus passos incertos,&lt;br /&gt;uma poesia irreverente e neutra&lt;br /&gt;sem atingir teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um deserto de palavras sem anexo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas você na sua invisibilidade,&lt;br /&gt;pode reescrever minha memória,&lt;br /&gt;No deserto das minhas paixões.&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alguém especial de fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5935878337372472696?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5935878337372472696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-ritmo-das-areias-do-deserto-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5935878337372472696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5935878337372472696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-ritmo-das-areias-do-deserto-2.html' title='No ritmo das areias do deserto 2.'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SywyqIp_ATI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UKqLr8hhE14/s72-c/lencois01b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2520270051635926727</id><published>2009-12-16T18:26:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:33:36.193-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Liberdade ou opressão ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SylDegq94HI/AAAAAAAAAfk/_nO7Xg8Xrlo/s1600-h/SIL%C3%8ANCIO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SylDegq94HI/AAAAAAAAAfk/_nO7Xg8Xrlo/s320/SIL%C3%8ANCIO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415934218335019122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A opressão nunca conseguiu suprimir nas pessoas o desejo de viver em liberdade&lt;br /&gt;(Dalai Lama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda reforma interior necessita de um esforço espiritual e força de vontade do próprio para isso&lt;br /&gt;temos de nos tornar na mudança que queremos ser para poder então se alegrar de que tudo e todos ao nosso redor serão capazes de então se compreender o por que da vida ,a razão da vida !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passado é a mudança da vida ,aqueles que se prendem ao passado e não enxergam o presente simplesmente perderá o futuro...&lt;br /&gt;seja a mudança que você vê no mundo ,ou a mudança que vê pra si próprio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou a mudança que você quer ver para o mundo !&lt;br /&gt;Quando os ventos de mudanças sopram ,levam barreiras para alguns ,e moinhos de alegrias para outros..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que cada um é dono de seu destino desde que saiba fazer jus a tal liberdade que lhe é dada.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem vive em um país democrata como o nosso não se pode ter o luxo de  certas liberdades ou expressões ,pode apenas viver na sombra de uma ditadura expostamente escondida detrás de  metros quadrados e planaltos centrais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A democracia de um país que se diz auto-sustentável onde várias crianças morrem diariamente por falta de suprimento alimentar ou distribuição de água potável...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou a democracia de um país onde a profissão recorde é ser pai e ganhar dinheiro de milhões de brasileiros que pagam seus impostos diariamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas aquela liberdade de se expressar que nunca tivemos ou que herdamos de um lado escravizado de nosso corpo e alma pelo direito de renunciar uma liberdade gostosa de se enganar e poder redimir o erro com uma chance de tal ato pelo qual todos tem direito e ainda assim sofre pelo fato de ter a cor da pele mais escura ou mais clara que os demais..&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal ,quem faz o nosso destino !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A selva de pedra em que vivemos ,ou o medo do qual nos escondemos ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-2520270051635926727?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2520270051635926727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/12/liberdade-ou-opressao.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2520270051635926727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2520270051635926727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/12/liberdade-ou-opressao.html' title='Liberdade ou opressão ?'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SylDegq94HI/AAAAAAAAAfk/_nO7Xg8Xrlo/s72-c/SIL%C3%8ANCIO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-8735759309631083314</id><published>2009-12-14T13:30:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:21:02.771-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>07/11/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SyZkZ5rIkJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MDtDQi-Euaw/s1600-h/DSC01572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SyZkZ5rIkJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MDtDQi-Euaw/s320/DSC01572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415125998100844690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cada qual sabe amar a seu modo; o modo, pouco importa; o essencial é que saiba amar.&lt;br /&gt;(Machado de Assis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PersonName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.blsp-spelling-error  {mso-style-name:blsp-spelling-error;} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;&lt;a name="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Desde então eu venho perseguindo a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Até encontrá-la em alguém distinto&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que se escondia de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto que tudo é verdade&lt;br /&gt;Que as palavras vindas dela me faz delirar&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo o que vejo nos olhos dela me faz pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não vi antes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde meados passados&lt;br /&gt;A conversas via internet, torpedos, tópicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não vi antes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por medo de me perder?&lt;br /&gt;Ou por medo de me encontrar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que eu estou completamente apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;E sim eu não mudarei minha forma de viver&lt;br /&gt;Só a deixarei entrar mais ainda nessa tal filosofia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa minha tal forma de viver&lt;br /&gt;Nesse encontro desesperado de me aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Nessa busca de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais, mais e mais!&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo e não vou negar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre estarei do seu lado quando precisar&lt;br /&gt;Nem que pra isso seja preciso me estourar em sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Me espadecer em razões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me entregar em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo e não vou negar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi no dia 07/11/2009 que eu descobri...&lt;br /&gt;"Não importa a distância que nos separe ,nós vamos lutar para conquistar ,nós vamos brigar para conseguir ,nós vamos buscar para encontrar !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo e não vou negar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Deixo aqui uma musica que marco a nossa relação e que se passa cada vez mais na minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging by a moment-Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6XhyJyv-1s&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6XhyJyv-1s&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8735759309631083314?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8735759309631083314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/12/07112009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8735759309631083314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8735759309631083314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/12/07112009.html' title='07/11/2009'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SyZkZ5rIkJI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MDtDQi-Euaw/s72-c/DSC01572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5429974610555152421</id><published>2009-11-23T17:01:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:14:46.024-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>Tal palhaço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/Swrl8oBJXfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/EL-Z0Kp8PmQ/s1600/macaco-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/Swrl8oBJXfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/EL-Z0Kp8PmQ/s320/macaco-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407387132308839922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vejam só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E há quem diga que o palhaço é&lt;br /&gt;Do grande circo apenas o ladrão&lt;br /&gt;Do coração de uma mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mesmo que houvesse o que cantar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não saberia a quem&lt;br /&gt;Pois não saberia me expressar&lt;br /&gt;Ou almenos entoar, o meu canto a alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Seria como ver a tristeza no sorriso de um palhaço.&lt;br /&gt;Ou a alegria em um palhaço embaraçado.&lt;br /&gt;E ao menos saberia o que hoje faço,&lt;br /&gt;Se existissem recordações de um breve passado.&lt;br /&gt;Passado esse que perdi,&lt;br /&gt;Por ser este tal palhaço.&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/4348558651594191164-5429974610555152421?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5429974610555152421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/11/vejam-so-e-ha-quem-diga-que-o-palhaco-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5429974610555152421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5429974610555152421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/11/vejam-so-e-ha-quem-diga-que-o-palhaco-e.html' title='Tal palhaço...'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/Swrl8oBJXfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/EL-Z0Kp8PmQ/s72-c/macaco-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-325602254442193538</id><published>2009-11-18T00:37:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:15:15.198-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Joyce Tomé]'/><title type='text'>Escolhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OULSJq5Cqig/SwNe149LGVI/AAAAAAAABBY/OA8bABvAKr4/s1600/Goodbye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405268257689770322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OULSJq5Cqig/SwNe149LGVI/AAAAAAAABBY/OA8bABvAKr4/s400/Goodbye2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apressa-te a viver bem e pensa que cada dia é, por si só, uma vida. Séneca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolha&lt;br /&gt;A sua escolha!&lt;br /&gt;Consulte a outros para melhor decidir&lt;br /&gt;Mas, decida primeiramente por você&lt;br /&gt;Pelos seus ideais&lt;br /&gt;Por aquilo que acredita ser o certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não se baseie apenas nele&lt;br /&gt;Pois, o coração do homem é enganoso&lt;br /&gt;E suas emoções&lt;br /&gt;São tão constantes quanto o vento&lt;br /&gt;Que vaguei pelos quatro cantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consulte também a razão, a lógica&lt;br /&gt;Mas, sem perder a fé&lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar de acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo é possível ao que crê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ande com os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não perca o dom de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Coisas maiores do que você.&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos tornam a vida bela,&lt;br /&gt;E é uma das engrenagens da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mova-se na direção dos seus objetivos&lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar acabar o combustível&lt;br /&gt;Que é a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha o coração calmo&lt;br /&gt;Brando e equilibrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sentir que não agüenta mais;&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar tranqüilo te aguarda.&lt;br /&gt;Respire fundo, feche os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E escute a voz Daquele que te conhece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esvazie teu coração da ira,&lt;br /&gt;Impaciência, ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;E deixe-se encher pela paz&lt;br /&gt;Que somente o Criador é capaz de te dar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-se envolver por tão grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, então,&lt;br /&gt;Depois das forças renovadas,&lt;br /&gt;Após o foco redirecionado&lt;br /&gt;Você pode continuar&lt;br /&gt;E viver!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-325602254442193538?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/325602254442193538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/11/escolhas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/325602254442193538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/325602254442193538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/11/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas...'/><author><name>Joyce Tomé</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OULSJq5Cqig/SwNe149LGVI/AAAAAAAABBY/OA8bABvAKr4/s72-c/Goodbye2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7900047390371749592</id><published>2009-11-03T17:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:41:27.699-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>Calabouço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SvCLa0qt7XI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Vdwplotta6E/s1600-h/calabou%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SvCLa0qt7XI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Vdwplotta6E/s320/calabou%C3%A7o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399969246147898738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não retire da minha cabeça a inspiração que me resta&lt;br /&gt;Do pouco que você ainda não levou sobrou isso&lt;br /&gt;E me agarrarei a essas minhas palavras como meta&lt;br /&gt;Da parte que se entende do meu serviço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do calabouço da cabeça ergue-se a mente&lt;br /&gt;Um labirinto hermeticamente lacrado&lt;br /&gt;Por pensamentos que despertam solenemente&lt;br /&gt;A besta acorrentada, o animal encurralado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da palavra que escrevo ainda resta a sanidade&lt;br /&gt;De letras compostas com sentido abstrato&lt;br /&gt;O poema que se descreve em pura vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Com alegorias que não compõem o contrato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico então parado me esvaindo de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Cogitando o que nunca pude pensar em ter&lt;br /&gt;E de você, então só resta um lamento&lt;br /&gt;Como aqueles que já nem se sabe porque.&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/4348558651594191164-7900047390371749592?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7900047390371749592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/11/calabouco.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7900047390371749592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7900047390371749592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/11/calabouco.html' title='Calabouço'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SvCLa0qt7XI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Vdwplotta6E/s72-c/calabou%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5335765516254463196</id><published>2009-10-19T15:29:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:09:01.514-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Irreversível</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/StyjDdWFHQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uGF_131mkyY/s1600-h/5344724-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/StyjDdWFHQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uGF_131mkyY/s320/5344724-md.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394365733495184642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Esse desejo incontrolável de voltar é apenas a vida me dizendo para andar pra frente e não voltar nunca mais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Tati Benardi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou viver até sem ter pra onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Momentos infantis que me alucinam&lt;br /&gt;Que me tiram o sono&lt;br /&gt;Noites perdidas só no abandono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você além de aqui ?&lt;br /&gt;Vou fingir que nunca te vi&lt;br /&gt;Irei viver sem ter onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei ,ta tudo diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada é sempre igual pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Mais há luzes em seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Você me persegue&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixa louco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ponto de burlar o sentimento não existe&lt;br /&gt;Apenas aquelas coisas tristes ficaram&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor não se conforta mais com atenção&lt;br /&gt;Como posso te tirar do pensamento ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil perceber o quanto me amo&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que em uma fracção de segundos&lt;br /&gt;Você ,simplesmente você&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa louco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderíamos tentar mudar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mais nada teria valor sem o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ser forte ao ponto de suportar&lt;br /&gt;E assim arrancar do peito o amor que ainda sinto&lt;br /&gt;O amor que ainda tenho.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5335765516254463196?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5335765516254463196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/irreversivel.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5335765516254463196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5335765516254463196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/irreversivel.html' title='Irreversível'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/StyjDdWFHQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uGF_131mkyY/s72-c/5344724-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-3971768518625825797</id><published>2009-10-16T22:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:13:10.601-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>No ritmo das areias do deserto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/StkdNWuu_CI/AAAAAAAAANo/ts_0kCCgWCA/s1600-h/deserto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/StkdNWuu_CI/AAAAAAAAANo/ts_0kCCgWCA/s320/deserto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393374144029981730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando eu olho essa terra tão seca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; E essas penas abertas no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Me recordo o que a vida malvada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Fez comigo e com meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No ritmo das areias do deserto&lt;br /&gt;como se o vento me regesse os desejos,&lt;br /&gt;eu escorrego por cima de mim,&lt;br /&gt;e durante o dia é o sol que me aquece.&lt;br /&gt;só não derreto porque já sou fogo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas algumas noites eu apago,me apago,&lt;br /&gt;me faço curvar perante o frio, me apago.&lt;br /&gt;se algum dia&lt;br /&gt;a ponta dos meus cabelos tocarem o teu peito,&lt;br /&gt;e eu lhe disser que desejo,&lt;br /&gt;fuja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuja porque ei de consumir-te.&lt;br /&gt;e se sou areia, soprarei nos teus sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;e se sou deserto te cobrirei de labirintos,&lt;br /&gt;e se sou fogo, ei que devorar-te&lt;br /&gt;no ritmo das areias do deserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A alguém especial.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-3971768518625825797?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3971768518625825797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-ritmo-das-areias-do-deserto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3971768518625825797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3971768518625825797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-ritmo-das-areias-do-deserto.html' title='No ritmo das areias do deserto.'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/StkdNWuu_CI/AAAAAAAAANo/ts_0kCCgWCA/s72-c/deserto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-870867962073713362</id><published>2009-10-13T17:23:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:12:45.401-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Observando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/StTmvONB7CI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JnbtLnbhkMU/s1600-h/natureza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/StTmvONB7CI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JnbtLnbhkMU/s320/natureza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392188352810314786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nada é permanente nesse mundo cruel. Nem mesmo os nossos problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Chaplin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo dar aquelas voltas em rumos distintos daquele amor que sempre sonhei.&lt;br /&gt;Naquelas montanhas áridas cujo lobos selvagens morrem de sede e frio por não terem nem a vegetação para lhe protegerem ,eu sobrevivo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde inúmeras pessoas ficaram loucas de solidão com linguagens que são meras palavras sem articulação ,destinados a viver sozinhos no mundo da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo um mundo de homens e mulheres felizes ,como que qualquer criança comum&lt;br /&gt;desejaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais quem foi que disse que eu sou comum ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer as mais belas mentiras num simples pedaço de papel rasgado e jogá-las ao vento para que possa ter assim um destino incerto a procura de um ser maior...&lt;br /&gt;Não ,eu não sou comum !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenhamos novos oceanos que apaguem o passado cruel da humanidade que assim escolheu o seu próprio destino. Oceanos que criem novas formações geográficas ,novos continentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha fé é no imprevisível modo de viver do ser humano ,que apesar do sistema cruel da região vai a luta nem que para isso seja necessário matar o próximo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem sou eu para falar do pobre ser ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a natureza !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-870867962073713362?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/870867962073713362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/observando.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/870867962073713362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/870867962073713362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/observando.html' title='Observando'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/StTmvONB7CI/AAAAAAAAAd8/JnbtLnbhkMU/s72-c/natureza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5610719594990049326</id><published>2009-10-05T18:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:17:06.939-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>Não...Nunca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SspnLA6kv1I/AAAAAAAAANg/WMZlj-mSgr8/s1600-h/00028ay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SspnLA6kv1I/AAAAAAAAANg/WMZlj-mSgr8/s320/00028ay2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389233343024119634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior covardia de um homem é despertar o amor de uma mulher sem ter a intenção de amá-la.&lt;br /&gt;(Bob Marley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fogo?...Talves.&lt;br /&gt;Paixão?... não sei&lt;br /&gt;Amor?...nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos diferentes, alucinantes,&lt;br /&gt;impolgantes que confundem.&lt;br /&gt;Delirios e suspiros envolventes, atraentes&lt;br /&gt;bem marcados num compaço de cores,&lt;br /&gt;sabores e rumores de não pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;Florido, colorido, vivido, doido,&lt;br /&gt;sentido talvez.&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel acontecer, permanecer,&lt;br /&gt;sobreviver denovo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro assim.&lt;br /&gt;Não me encanto!&lt;br /&gt;Não me engano!&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto!&lt;br /&gt;Não amo.&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/4348558651594191164-5610719594990049326?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5610719594990049326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/naonunca.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5610719594990049326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5610719594990049326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/naonunca.html' title='Não...Nunca!'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SspnLA6kv1I/AAAAAAAAANg/WMZlj-mSgr8/s72-c/00028ay2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-3482427944428405409</id><published>2009-10-03T12:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:17:41.589-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>Descaminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/Ssds3GH6rbI/AAAAAAAAANY/6-0gMOMXIpI/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/Ssds3GH6rbI/AAAAAAAAANY/6-0gMOMXIpI/s320/imagem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388395172964511154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De longe te hei de amar, da tranquila distância em que o amor é saudade e o desejo, constância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não se morre de amor – não, de repente:&lt;br /&gt;morre-se por amor – e de mansinho...&lt;br /&gt;Vai-se morrendo tão devagarinho,&lt;br /&gt;que ninguém o percebe – nem a gente.&lt;br /&gt;Anda-se a esmo, num olhar sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;como se o tempo, em vez de ser presente,&lt;br /&gt;fosse apenas um vácuo absorvente:&lt;br /&gt;um aborto de vida, um descaminho.&lt;br /&gt;As cores vão ficando desbotadas;&lt;br /&gt;as notas das canções, desafinadas;&lt;br /&gt;o sentir-se no ser tão imperfeito,&lt;br /&gt;que o coração vai-se perdendo d’alma,&lt;br /&gt;e nem mais dói – porém não mais se acalma,&lt;br /&gt;porque também não tem lugar no peito.&lt;br /&gt;E nem na alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-3482427944428405409?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3482427944428405409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-longe-te-hei-de-amar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3482427944428405409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3482427944428405409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-longe-te-hei-de-amar.html' title='Descaminho'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/Ssds3GH6rbI/AAAAAAAAANY/6-0gMOMXIpI/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-9034382260625196242</id><published>2009-10-02T01:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:33:51.488-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Doce beijo amargo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SsWBzDpiR4I/AAAAAAAAAds/6dAegYjRbGA/s1600-h/beijo008%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SsWBzDpiR4I/AAAAAAAAAds/6dAegYjRbGA/s320/beijo008%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387855243371497346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amar a nossa falta mesma de amor, e na secura nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; amar a água implícita, e o beijo tácito, e a sede infinita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((Drummond))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste com um beijo doce que me conquistou&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez o pior...&lt;br /&gt;O pior dos meus medos&lt;br /&gt;Aquele de me perder em seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;De não saber a hora de parar&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber se novamente irei te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo extremo ,meu doce prêmio&lt;br /&gt;Meu castigo ,minha prisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o alivio daquele doce beijo explicito&lt;br /&gt;De uma noite sem função&lt;br /&gt;Daquela noite sem razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite que de todos os rumores te levaram&lt;br /&gt;Que todas as coisas que me restaram simplesmente ardem&lt;br /&gt;E no crepitar te escuto&lt;br /&gt;Beijo divino e delirante&lt;br /&gt;De um amor redundante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que me deixou&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que nem se quer existiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me deixaste adormecido ?&lt;br /&gt;Por que desceste ao meu porão...&lt;br /&gt;Quando que tenho por direito a vida ?&lt;br /&gt;Quando que discretamente eu estava bem...&lt;br /&gt;Morto de frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dará a idéia de conceber a saudade no sentido tático...&lt;br /&gt;Me confortando de que novamente não irei mais amar ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-9034382260625196242?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/9034382260625196242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/doce-beijo-amargo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/9034382260625196242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/9034382260625196242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/doce-beijo-amargo.html' title='Doce beijo amargo'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SsWBzDpiR4I/AAAAAAAAAds/6dAegYjRbGA/s72-c/beijo008%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2604401128973088591</id><published>2009-10-01T00:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:18:06.081-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>Solidão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SsQnvjmqGGI/AAAAAAAAANA/4NaVMUccXJw/s1600-h/solid%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SsQnvjmqGGI/AAAAAAAAANA/4NaVMUccXJw/s320/solid%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387474752206674018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;É na solidão que os grandes sábios adquirem seu maior conhecimento interior….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A solidão nada mas é que ficar parado no tempo…&lt;br /&gt;Os dias se passam, e ficamos ali fincados no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Sem coragem, sem força pra fazer diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Para tirar da mente, do coração todo sentimento negativo,&lt;br /&gt;Vazio que nos leva a lugar nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;A pior solidão ainda que possa existir&lt;br /&gt;É quando você tem alguém do seu lado e se sente só,&lt;br /&gt;É como se a pessoa só fizesse presença de corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Pois essa mesma pessoa não te olha nos olhos, não te faz um carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Não se interessa por seus problemas.&lt;br /&gt;E os dias vão passando e as oportunidades de se ver livre dessa situação diminuem&lt;br /&gt;Pois você já se sente frágil te deixando presa na solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Se você se sente só é porque construiu muros em vez de pontes.&lt;br /&gt;A pior solidão é aquela que se sente na companhia de outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-2604401128973088591?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2604401128973088591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/solidao.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2604401128973088591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2604401128973088591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/10/solidao.html' title='Solidão.'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SsQnvjmqGGI/AAAAAAAAANA/4NaVMUccXJw/s72-c/solid%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-4991307740148870628</id><published>2009-09-30T00:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:50:13.388-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Joyce Tomé]'/><title type='text'>Preferes assim calar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OULSJq5Cqig/SsLSdAWxQ4I/AAAAAAAAA_g/fF6TevCCclo/s1600-h/casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387099500042077058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OULSJq5Cqig/SsLSdAWxQ4I/AAAAAAAAA_g/fF6TevCCclo/s400/casal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vós, que sofreis, porque amais, amai ainda mais. Morrer de amor é viver dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Parece-me que existes apesar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que registras teus momentos&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de dividi-los comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espera de mim uma reação&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-a como se quisesse&lt;br /&gt;Comigo assim estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convida-me com o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Envolve-me com o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Atrai-me com  palavras subentendidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anseia conversar&lt;br /&gt;Mas, resguarda-te ao silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Prefere assim calar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Olá pessoal! Prazer em conhecê-los!&lt;br /&gt;Sou amiga do Bruno de São Paulo, e também fui convidada&lt;br /&gt;por ele para postar neste blog.&lt;br /&gt;Um espaço maravilhoso onde sempre apreciei seus textos.&lt;br /&gt;Espero estar à altura dele, ou ao menos próxima rs&lt;br /&gt;Uma ótima leitura para você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjinhos da Joyce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-4991307740148870628?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/4991307740148870628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/preferes-assim-calar.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/4991307740148870628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/4991307740148870628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/preferes-assim-calar.html' title='Preferes assim calar...'/><author><name>Joyce Tomé</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OULSJq5Cqig/SsLSdAWxQ4I/AAAAAAAAA_g/fF6TevCCclo/s72-c/casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7056225952455215865</id><published>2009-09-29T17:21:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:19:28.430-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>Saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SsJt0yS_c3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/HcB9w9GLJmc/s1600-h/Folha_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SsJt0yS_c3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/HcB9w9GLJmc/s320/Folha_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386988857910588274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span id="FSGcaller1" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;div id="divFSG_texto" style="overflow-y: auto; overflow-x: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="FSG_texto"&gt;É muito importante não deixar passar batido momentos&lt;br /&gt;que no futuro fará você sentir saudades...Viva intensamente&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah...que saudades do tempo, que eu era criança.&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de esperança, alegria e confiança.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do tempo em que as responsabilidades;&lt;br /&gt;Eram pequenas, não havia dilemas e dificuldades.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades da escola, de quando eu jogava bola,&lt;br /&gt;E paquerava as meninas.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades dos meus amigos, que viviam comigo,&lt;br /&gt;E me faziam sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Que saudades do meu avô, que já se foi,&lt;br /&gt;E do meu primo que Jesus levo.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se eu pudesse voltar no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Faria tanta coisa diferente...&lt;br /&gt;Viveria mais...&lt;br /&gt;Correria mais...&lt;br /&gt;Brincaria mais...&lt;br /&gt;Sorriria mais...&lt;br /&gt;Iria cultivar mais minhas amizades...&lt;br /&gt;Obedeceria mais os meus pais...&lt;br /&gt;Ou até aprontaria mais...&lt;br /&gt;E é claro me amaria muito, muito mais...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-7056225952455215865?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7056225952455215865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7056225952455215865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7056225952455215865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudades.html' title='Saudades...'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/SsJt0yS_c3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/HcB9w9GLJmc/s72-c/Folha_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2683870593309711037</id><published>2009-09-24T19:41:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:13:29.212-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aldemir Supremo]'/><title type='text'>Viva... Só isso!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/Srv5qopGBsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZRHNcgt7yKs/s1600-h/viver-a-vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/Srv5qopGBsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZRHNcgt7yKs/s320/viver-a-vida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385172290311161538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bom! Em primeiro lugar, vou  me apresentar.Meu nome é Aldemir Supremo sou dono&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;do blog "Do que vale as rosas" que consta aqui na lista de parceiros do nosso amigo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bruno Alves ele um dia veio com uma história de "vou parar com o blog"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e com muito sacrifío consegui convenselo à continuar, pois poucos são os que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Deus da o don e a sabedoria para escrever coisas desse genero.E daqui pra frente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;vou ajudalo postando também! espero que gostem abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor for grande&lt;br /&gt;A espera não será eterna&lt;br /&gt;Os problemas não serão dilemas&lt;br /&gt;E a distância será vencida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a compreensão insistir&lt;br /&gt;As brigas nos fortalecerão&lt;br /&gt;Os fatos nos farão sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E os diálogos nos marcará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o respeito prevalecer&lt;br /&gt;Os carinhos serão doces e suaves&lt;br /&gt;Os beijos profundos e cheios de valor&lt;br /&gt;E os abraços calorosos e confortantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a confiança existir&lt;br /&gt;A dúvida se extinguirá&lt;br /&gt;As perguntas serão respondidas&lt;br /&gt;E as palavras poderão ser ditas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não seja um amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;E não é um amor doentio&lt;br /&gt;Nem um amor ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um amor verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que vence as barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Impostas pela vida e pelas ocasiões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que não teme a escolha&lt;br /&gt;E faz a opção de simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Ser intensamente vivido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4348558651594191164-2683870593309711037?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2683870593309711037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/viva-so-isso.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2683870593309711037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2683870593309711037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/viva-so-isso.html' title='Viva... Só isso!!!'/><author><name>Aldemir Adorador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/TEKNdEoutJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AT0021u5MgQ/S220/eudenovo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpSuaCpLN2M/Srv5qopGBsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZRHNcgt7yKs/s72-c/viver-a-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2525914703386759723</id><published>2009-09-15T17:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:00:59.734-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SrAAA_mSwdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/sTGLnAMk0_I/s1600-h/primavera2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SrAAA_mSwdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/sTGLnAMk0_I/s320/primavera2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381801571779789266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;'' ... Aprendemos a voar como pássaros e a nadar como peixes, mas não aprendemos a conviver como irmãos ... ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;(Martin Luther King)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As letras de um poeta são como pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Que vem não se sabe de onde&lt;br /&gt;E pousam em linhas distintas&lt;br /&gt;Linhas muitas vezes mal compreendidas&lt;br /&gt;Quando fechado o livro eles alçam vôo&lt;br /&gt;E assim como vindo eles somem&lt;br /&gt;Desaparecem sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Com destino incerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me pergunte como acontece&lt;br /&gt;Não saberei explicar a beleza da natureza&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que sei é que nada sei&lt;br /&gt;E de que todas aquelas coisas lindas trazidas por brisas&lt;br /&gt;Com ventanias se vão&lt;br /&gt;Mais lembre-se...&lt;br /&gt;O inverno pode demorar a passar&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros podem demorar a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Mais com o passar do tempo,tudo ficará florido novamente.&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/4348558651594191164-2525914703386759723?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2525914703386759723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/caminho.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2525914703386759723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2525914703386759723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/caminho.html' title='Caminho'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SrAAA_mSwdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/sTGLnAMk0_I/s72-c/primavera2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2635238012550610258</id><published>2009-09-13T18:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:48:09.941-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O blog não vai ser mais excluido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sq1ofySKs1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Uy6buJz46tA/s1600-h/vida20na20margem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sq1ofySKs1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Uy6buJz46tA/s320/vida20na20margem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381072025060815698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na procura de conhecimentos, o primeiro passo é o silêncio, o segundo ouvir, o terceiro relembrar, o quarto praticar e o quinto ensinar aos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(textos judaicos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bom um amigo me convenceu a não excluir o blog ,eu então resolvi colocar ele como escritor a mais no blog ,logo mais ele estará postando algo para nós...&lt;div&gt;Percebi que mesmo que muitos estejam ainda deixando a cultura brasileira de lado ,muitos estão correndo lado a lado com ela e eu como um desses vou fazer prol deixando o blog online para todos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agradeço o carinho e os pensamentos a mim dados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Bruno Alves&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/4348558651594191164-2635238012550610258?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2635238012550610258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-blog-nao-vai-ser-mais-excluido.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2635238012550610258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2635238012550610258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-blog-nao-vai-ser-mais-excluido.html' title='O blog não vai ser mais excluido.'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sq1ofySKs1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Uy6buJz46tA/s72-c/vida20na20margem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7052704513128709619</id><published>2009-09-08T22:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:43:38.471-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Do que você tem medo ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SqcHo_yMhpI/AAAAAAAAAcs/EzPlVd3Sx1Q/s1600-h/medo-100308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SqcHo_yMhpI/AAAAAAAAAcs/EzPlVd3Sx1Q/s320/medo-100308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379276680815478418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Minha força está na solidão. Não tenho medo nem de chuvas tempestivas nem de grandes ventanias soltas, pois eu também sou o escuro da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((Clarice Lispector))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria te fazer sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E dizer coisas românticas&lt;br /&gt;Fazer das noites com você inesquecíveis&lt;br /&gt;De todas as coisas que escondi&lt;br /&gt;De todo sentimento que ainda sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de arrancar do peito&lt;br /&gt;Vontade voraz que me alucina&lt;br /&gt;Ai a vontade não me falta...&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que você tem medo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo de se arriscar e se entregar ao desejo ...&lt;br /&gt;Ou medo do sofrimento ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que é tudo mentira&lt;br /&gt;De que todas as coisas ditas&lt;br /&gt;Jamais serão sentidas&lt;br /&gt;Mais quer saber ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foda-se&lt;br /&gt;Foda-se essa vontade que me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;Foda-se  tudo que me alucina&lt;br /&gt;Foda-se essa vontade que sinto !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas me diga a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Do que você tem medo ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-7052704513128709619?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7052704513128709619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-que-voce-tem-medo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7052704513128709619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7052704513128709619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-que-voce-tem-medo.html' title='Do que você tem medo ?'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SqcHo_yMhpI/AAAAAAAAAcs/EzPlVd3Sx1Q/s72-c/medo-100308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7635386249124871646</id><published>2009-09-01T12:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:20:49.105-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Ainda sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sp06Dgb2c4I/AAAAAAAAAck/0BX0Aizeer4/s1600-h/to_the_end_of_the_world_by_foureyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sp06Dgb2c4I/AAAAAAAAAck/0BX0Aizeer4/s320/to_the_end_of_the_world_by_foureyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376517362071008130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O amor fala sem falar pois os amantes nao encontram barreira para amar.&lt;br /&gt;((Matheus Correia))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eu seja poeira&lt;br /&gt;Varrida pelo vento da alma&lt;br /&gt;Estendia sobre o sol da meia noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda hey de viver&lt;br /&gt;Hey de viver em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que sei que ainda assim me ama&lt;br /&gt;Sei que por um dia há de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo em nossa vida há de recompensar&lt;br /&gt;Todo o desejo dos loucos&lt;br /&gt;Toda a euforia  dos amantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que faça com que teu ar&lt;br /&gt;Pareça mais um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Misterioso ,incompreensivo&lt;br /&gt;Singelo e rejuvelhecido&lt;br /&gt;Pela cidade do desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melancólica a maneira de amar&lt;br /&gt;O modo de te olhar&lt;br /&gt;De dizer coisas amorosas&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ando triste!&lt;br /&gt;Mais sei que um dia ainda vou sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com um olhar profundo&lt;br /&gt;Sincero e humilde&lt;br /&gt;Eu descansarei&lt;br /&gt;Eu me repousarei  !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-7635386249124871646?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7635386249124871646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/ainda-sei.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7635386249124871646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7635386249124871646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/09/ainda-sei.html' title='Ainda sei...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sp06Dgb2c4I/AAAAAAAAAck/0BX0Aizeer4/s72-c/to_the_end_of_the_world_by_foureyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-6695215664374000027</id><published>2009-08-22T12:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:52:44.850-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Enfim o fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SpATk5ZVLFI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yaNN7ajZxGY/s1600-h/fim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372815880056286290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SpATk5ZVLFI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yaNN7ajZxGY/s320/fim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; “Querer ser livre é estar preso ao próprio desejo de ser livre. Enfim, um paradoxo que a razão ordinária não compreende”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((Henrique de Shivas))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é tarde&lt;br /&gt;Músicas teimosas em meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Palavras escrupulosas não saem da minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Mulher singela e discreta&lt;br /&gt;Com todas as suas coisas certas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atribui ao outro a culpa que não tem mais&lt;br /&gt;Joga verbos que não fazem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Vive na lei da selva&lt;br /&gt;Não vê que o futuro é você quem faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda dizendo que ela é capaz&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que sobem a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;O medo de perder-se escorre em seus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Ela lambe os dedos&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter medo&lt;br /&gt;O medo de ter-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passa por ruas e ruas cheias&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas pessoas se movimentando de um lado para o outro&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo em suas vidinhas de mentira&lt;br /&gt;Fingindo ser o que não é&lt;br /&gt;Tentando ser o que sempre quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim o fim...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nunca serei alguém&lt;br /&gt;Sei que diante de ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Enfim tu estas sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou mais ficar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou mais esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-6695215664374000027?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6695215664374000027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/08/enfim-o-fim.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6695215664374000027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6695215664374000027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/08/enfim-o-fim.html' title='Enfim o fim'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SpATk5ZVLFI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yaNN7ajZxGY/s72-c/fim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-1501446447241790235</id><published>2009-08-16T18:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:41:54.462-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Pessoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Soh8yjJCz5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/QWgeIJMFWj0/s1600-h/pessoas041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Soh8yjJCz5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/QWgeIJMFWj0/s320/pessoas041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370679763507793810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Matar o sonho é matarmo-nos. É mutilar a nossa alma. O sonho é o que temos de realmente nosso, de impenetravelmente e inexpugnavelmente nosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((Fernando Pessoa))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas firmes ,verdadeiras ,transparentes...&lt;br /&gt;Amigas ,ingênuas.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que com um simples gesto...&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço ,um sorriso ,um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que erram ,que acertam...&lt;br /&gt;Mais não tem vergonha de dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que sonham ,que deixam marcas...&lt;br /&gt;Por simplesmente ter passado por nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que se entregam ao amor...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que sofrem por ele .&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas corajosas que tem medo&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que não fogem da luta mais não brigam.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que lhe dão...&lt;br /&gt;Um ombro amigo&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra sincera&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso descarado&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão&lt;br /&gt;Um coração&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Assim como você !&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-1501446447241790235?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1501446447241790235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/08/pessoas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1501446447241790235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1501446447241790235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/08/pessoas.html' title='Pessoas'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Soh8yjJCz5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/QWgeIJMFWj0/s72-c/pessoas041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-1727569898495511087</id><published>2009-08-10T22:57:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:21:41.947-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Preciso que saiba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SoDRaA3n6yI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Hobwi5RvZOA/s1600-h/olho_vermelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SoDRaA3n6yI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Hobwi5RvZOA/s320/olho_vermelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368521000665738018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pra que sofrer se nada eh pra sempre? pra que correr se nunca me vejo de frente? nada como um dia apos o outro...Uma noite... um mes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBRUNOA%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBRUNOA%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"&gt;&lt;link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBRUNOA%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SnZCVek3MiI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ld9JTa_SiDs/s320/9100amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365548942810886690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sabe aquela história de que as pessoas entram em nossas vidas por acaso,mas não é por acaso que elas permanecem?!..Então,você é mais uma prova disso,Um amigo que me escuta,e escuta Tudo o que eu disser,Prestando atenção em cada palavra..em cada detalhe! Um amigo,que é mais que um amigo..é um anjo..E os anjos servem para nos ajudar a voar quando nossas asas tem dificuldades em se erguer..É assim mesmo que você faz..Me aconselha,Brinca comigo..E com tudo isso,meu sentimento por você foi aumentando a cada dia,a cada conversa,a cada Musica..Pois é,Prometeu assim como na musica "que nunca vai me deixar sozinha " Que mesmo quando eu estiver chorando você vai sorrir,Porque vê em meu rosto todos os motivos pra isso,Um amigo' ao qual eu fiz confissões que poucos sabem,Compartilhei coisas quase "IMCOMPARTILHAVEIS" Por que com você é diferente..Com você,descobri coisas que não sabia,ouvi coisas quase não ditas.! E é com você,que quero Ter a mais linda e sincera amizade! Tee amo ♥((GABI))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ao nosso redor é sagrado...&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros que por aqui voam&lt;br /&gt;As montanhas que por aqui permanecem&lt;br /&gt;Os córregos que por aqui passam&lt;br /&gt;As palavras que num simples gesto lhe entrego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoados nós somos&lt;br /&gt;Somos livres&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo os nossos corações quebrados&lt;br /&gt;Se emendarão eventualmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No compasso mais seguro iremos&lt;br /&gt;Mostrando toda confiança&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor&lt;br /&gt;Toda paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você poderia ser meu alguém&lt;br /&gt;Você poderia ser minha salvadora...&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu a salvarei&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo saber o que você está fazendo&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo saber onde você está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Mais isso não é o bastante&lt;br /&gt;Todas aquelas cores do arco-íris no seus olhos eu posso vê&lt;br /&gt;Todo aquele amor que sempre desejei&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus olhos eu posso vê !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a chuva que vem te molhar&lt;br /&gt;O vento secar&lt;br /&gt;O sol aquecer&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu sempre estarei&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que distante&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou estar perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que perante a muros altos&lt;br /&gt;Barreiras incorruptíveis&lt;br /&gt;Estados irreversíveis&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre estarei&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Eu jamais te deixarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dedicatória Gabi ,te amo preta.&lt;/span&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/4348558651594191164-7936231927030968630?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7936231927030968630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/08/sempre-ao-seu-lado.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7936231927030968630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7936231927030968630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/08/sempre-ao-seu-lado.html' title='Sempre ao seu lado'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SnZCVek3MiI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ld9JTa_SiDs/s72-c/9100amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-8353879270216764915</id><published>2009-07-31T22:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:51:38.891-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Sem você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SnOfOpRj3pI/AAAAAAAAAY0/bIpZ4zS8zWo/s1600-h/mansa+loucura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SnOfOpRj3pI/AAAAAAAAAY0/bIpZ4zS8zWo/s320/mansa+loucura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364806655074885266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Os poderosos podem matar uma, duas ou três rosas, mas jamais conseguirão deter a primavera inteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu juro que não queria pensar assim&lt;br /&gt;Ver tudo como se fosse simples&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em todos como um só&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em você como outro pedaço de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que nunca ia entender&lt;br /&gt;“Eu não faço isso por prazer”&lt;br /&gt;Eu só faço isso por que eu posso&lt;br /&gt;Não por que desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu juro que não sabia&lt;br /&gt;Juro que não queria&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais se fosse de mim&lt;br /&gt;Pobre daquele que um dia pensar assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas que fiz e as que deixei de fazer foi pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;E hoje o que eu tenho ?&lt;br /&gt;E hoje o que me resta se não chorar ?&lt;br /&gt;Chorar não por ter te perdido&lt;br /&gt;Mais ter corrido atrás de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu só tinha 17 anos&lt;br /&gt;Antes fosse paixão de adolescente&lt;br /&gt;Antes fosse !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carregarei comigo você&lt;br /&gt;Toda aquela angustia e magoa ficará para traz&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que demore assim seguirei&lt;br /&gt;Não sem o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Mais sim sem você !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8353879270216764915?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8353879270216764915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/sem-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8353879270216764915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8353879270216764915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/sem-voce.html' title='Sem você...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SnOfOpRj3pI/AAAAAAAAAY0/bIpZ4zS8zWo/s72-c/mansa+loucura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5642439649139766390</id><published>2009-07-24T20:13:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:45:51.393-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Passagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SmpC3EnnP1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/z1b2A3B2P4A/s1600-h/2006032600_velhice-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SmpC3EnnP1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/z1b2A3B2P4A/s320/2006032600_velhice-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362171820238126930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Devemos aprender durante toda a vida , sem imaginar que a sabedoria vem com a velhice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela passeia na rua como se tivesse com os pés nos mar&lt;br /&gt;Todos os olhares voltam as suas pernas como se tivesse algo atrativo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que é provocante ela continua se vestindo assim&lt;br /&gt;Com aquela saia verde e seus lábios vermelhos...&lt;br /&gt;Grandes ,carnudos...&lt;br /&gt;Lábios voltados ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo e todos crescem ao seu redor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tudo se movimenta tão veloz que mal pode olhar as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Quando menos percebe tudo aquilo o que cultivou ,não mais colhe&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que a rodeavam já não a olhava&lt;br /&gt;Aquela selva de concreto já não a aceitava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em uma simples manhã de verão ela se levanta&lt;br /&gt;Caminha até o pequeno espelho de seu banheiro&lt;br /&gt;Vê rugas em seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia o que havia acontecido&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia o motivo de ter envelhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ali já a beira de sua morte ela descobre que amores passaram em sua vida&lt;br /&gt;E ela desvairada percebestes que deu valor as coisas como...&lt;br /&gt;Luxuria ,prazer ,cobiça...&lt;br /&gt;E a não soube reconhecer o amor ,não soube se dar amor&lt;br /&gt;Não soube receber amor&lt;br /&gt;Percebeu que não viveu&lt;br /&gt;Mais que simplesmente deixou a vida passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BRUNOA%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BRUNOA%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uvqdt-Wir_8/SmfMRz1G1uI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h8OYChQOHYw/s1600-h/selinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uvqdt-Wir_8/SmfMRz1G1uI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h8OYChQOHYw/s320/selinho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361478487750661858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Recebi este selo do blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://natdark.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Home Sweet Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Agradeço a indicação do selo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Avisando que por enquanto não tenho nenhum blog em vista pra poder passar o selo ,mas assim que estiver estarei repassando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; pelo carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&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/4348558651594191164-5642439649139766390?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5642439649139766390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/passagem.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5642439649139766390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5642439649139766390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/passagem.html' title='Passagem'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SmpC3EnnP1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/z1b2A3B2P4A/s72-c/2006032600_velhice-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-3169409786687539636</id><published>2009-07-20T14:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:24:04.864-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aos que amo]'/><title type='text'>Amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SmSkwzBgW5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/4qgR7GmPf84/s1600-h/sb10068738h-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SmSkwzBgW5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/4qgR7GmPf84/s320/sb10068738h-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360590614714932114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cada novo amigo que ganhamos no decorrer da vida aperfeiçoa-nos e enriquece-nos, não tanto pelo que nos dá, mas pelo que nos revela de nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tantas brigas contidas&lt;br /&gt;Retaliações ,tanto perigo&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estamos nós amigos&lt;br /&gt;Nunca perdido ,sempre contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentar a teu lado é tão bom&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir sua voz uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Dar risadas juntos uma sina&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir seu coração minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bicho não diferente de mim&lt;br /&gt;Simples ,ciumenta(o) ,carinhosa(o) ,fogosa(o) ,irritada(o)...&lt;br /&gt;Humana(o)&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo andar com as próprias pernas&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo seguir seus próprios caminhos&lt;br /&gt;E a disfarçar com um simples engano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo ,você é minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sempre contigo estarei ,mesmo que ainda assim de longe&lt;br /&gt;Nunca...jamais te deixarei&lt;br /&gt;Por que comigo você sempre anda&lt;br /&gt;Comigo você sempre estará&lt;br /&gt;Amigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dedico a todos meus guerreiros amigos e amigas que me acompanham por essa vida ,eu amo vocês&lt;/span&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/4348558651594191164-3169409786687539636?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3169409786687539636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/amigo.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3169409786687539636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3169409786687539636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/amigo.html' title='Amigo...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SmSkwzBgW5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/4qgR7GmPf84/s72-c/sb10068738h-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5643737664849404804</id><published>2009-07-18T16:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:35:05.533-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Só me resta esperar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SmIowddogdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/MWgGSD_W638/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SmIowddogdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/MWgGSD_W638/s320/saudade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359891319532061138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Metade de mim agora é assim, de um lado a poesia o verbo a saudade, do outro a luta, a força e a coragem pra chegar no fim. E o fim é belo, incerto... depende de como você vê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei o que fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Com meus olhos fechados só vejo você&lt;br /&gt;Tentei me desprender daquelas noites&lt;br /&gt;De todas as oportunidades das quais não aproveitei&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se me entrego mais ainda ou se tento te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço falarem que ela vai voltar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei se posso esperar...&lt;br /&gt;É você que faz meu mundo delirar&lt;br /&gt;Me perder é te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento me aproximar&lt;br /&gt;De todas as maneiras disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;Mas seu olhar não me deixa te enganar&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso faz o meu suor parar&lt;br /&gt;Sua mão faz o meu coração saltitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noites eu só queria poder te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Me deixar levar&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir coisas do amor sem se quer chorar&lt;br /&gt;Poder dormir e nos meus sonhos não mais te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém eu não consigo te abandonar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ao seu lado eu estarei&lt;br /&gt;Não importando as noites frias&lt;br /&gt;Ou dias pequenos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade é que meus sentimentos não posso deixar de demonstrar&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu não posso ficar&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu lado sempre eu vou estar&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser fácil beijar o rosto&lt;br /&gt;Mas o seu coração eu quero tocar&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que demore pra te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que esse dia vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5643737664849404804?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5643737664849404804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-me-resta-esperar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5643737664849404804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5643737664849404804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-me-resta-esperar.html' title='Só me resta esperar'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SmIowddogdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/MWgGSD_W638/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5972159414925462094</id><published>2009-07-07T17:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:42:01.280-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Minha História</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SlOy4MrkO9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/eE1QRVUgDso/s1600-h/sb10067975i-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SlOy4MrkO9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/eE1QRVUgDso/s320/sb10067975i-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355821060420025298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Se queremos progredir, não devemos repetir a história, mas fazer uma história nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera ouvir o coração&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera fazer tudo que está em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Lhe dizer tudo o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que penso e quero&lt;br /&gt;Te dizer as palavras mais belas possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera ser literalmente seu&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo seu suspiro em meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo o pulsar de seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Estar ao seu lado sempre que o necessário&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com você sempre que o possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero escrever a nossa história&lt;br /&gt;Não fazer dela um conto de fadas&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim um conto tão real quanto a Cinderela&lt;br /&gt;Nem que pra isso seja preciso subir o Everest&lt;br /&gt;Derrubar a Muralha da China&lt;br /&gt;E de lá de cima gritar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer da nossa história não somente mais uma&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma que para sempre ficará guardada&lt;br /&gt;Não somente em livros ou fotos&lt;br /&gt;Mas em meu coração ,em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder fazer do tempo com você tudo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que necessito&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso parecer repetitivo as vezes&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não me canso de te falar&lt;br /&gt;Não me canso de gritar seu nome&lt;br /&gt;Não me canso de tentar&lt;br /&gt;Não me canso de sonhar com você&lt;br /&gt;Não me canso de lhe dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5972159414925462094?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5972159414925462094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/minha-historia.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5972159414925462094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5972159414925462094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/minha-historia.html' title='Minha História'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SlOy4MrkO9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/eE1QRVUgDso/s72-c/sb10067975i-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2022450822512186022</id><published>2009-07-04T23:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:34:50.999-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Vivendo e sonhando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SlANLWDx2aI/AAAAAAAAAYM/QRdYNPYLrho/s1600-h/sb10068688c-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SlANLWDx2aI/AAAAAAAAAYM/QRdYNPYLrho/s320/sb10068688c-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354794445494671778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Há momentos na vida, em que se deveria calar e deixar que o silêncio falasse ao coração, pois há emoções que as palavras não sabem traduzir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo e sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Com prazer de tê-la eu me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Com pensamentos sutis eu vou pensando em mim&lt;br /&gt;Deixando de viver extravasadamente&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo a te amar eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo a te dar espaço segui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou seguindo&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo ,aprendendo ,respirando&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em ti com pensamentos em mim&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em momentos bons&lt;br /&gt;Dias fáceis&lt;br /&gt;Noites difíceis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a intenção de te fazer sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim de ficar ao seu lado nos momentos ruins&lt;br /&gt;Nos momentos bons&lt;br /&gt;Nos momentos tranqüilos&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que nos dizem&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que eu te digo&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não por simplesmente amar&lt;br /&gt;Mas por simplesmente amar e ser louco por isso&lt;br /&gt;Ser louco por pensar em você e em seguida pensar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Ser louco por ver em ti algo que atrai a mim&lt;br /&gt;Ser louco por te desejar e esperar momentos&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que estou cansado de esperar&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que a partir de agora não mais ficarei a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que agora farei na hora&lt;br /&gt;Na hora em que te ver&lt;br /&gt;Tocar,falar&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja o momento de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas será o momento em que vou lhe pedir&lt;br /&gt;Será o momento em que eu vou falar&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-2022450822512186022?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2022450822512186022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/momentos.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2022450822512186022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2022450822512186022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/07/momentos.html' title='Vivendo e sonhando'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SlANLWDx2aI/AAAAAAAAAYM/QRdYNPYLrho/s72-c/sb10068688c-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-6352610080902844414</id><published>2009-06-26T23:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:30:17.708-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Tudo o que disses era o que não queria falar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SkWDEETa0iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ocEu8nCeFX4/s1600-h/sb10066363j-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SkWDEETa0iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ocEu8nCeFX4/s320/sb10066363j-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351827838097609250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As palavras ditas por sua boca não são aquelas que queriam ser ouvidas pelo seu ouvido !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é dor&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que tive&lt;br /&gt;Hoje desperdiço&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que te tenho&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não mais sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre procuro entender&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes até compreender&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que penso e sinto é desejo&lt;br /&gt;Aquele desejo que não tinha&lt;br /&gt;O desejo que não sentia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras fingem fluir&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos que vêm somente a mim&lt;br /&gt;Pensando que vivo pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto na verdade só penso em ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que deixar de te amar é pura mentira&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo enganar nem a mim&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais a ti&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que esqueci...&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que não sofri&lt;br /&gt;Em me fazer sofrer por mais nada fazer&lt;br /&gt;Em me deixar sofrer por somente pensar em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que não te esqueci&lt;br /&gt;Que estarei sempre aqui&lt;br /&gt;Que estarei a procura de ti&lt;br /&gt;Que te amarei mesmo que perante a mim&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo não sabendo do amanhã eu estarei sempre junto a ti.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-6352610080902844414?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/6352610080902844414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/tudo-o-que-disses-era-o-que-nao-queria.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6352610080902844414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/6352610080902844414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/tudo-o-que-disses-era-o-que-nao-queria.html' title='Tudo o que disses era o que não queria falar'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SkWDEETa0iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ocEu8nCeFX4/s72-c/sb10066363j-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-8089725441353683061</id><published>2009-06-20T16:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:12:41.358-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Trocadilhos do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sj098bDGeVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/aejkDnr7wYI/s1600-h/Tiny_Fingers____by_nitsch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sj098bDGeVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/aejkDnr7wYI/s320/Tiny_Fingers____by_nitsch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349500040648227154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vós, que sofreis, porque amais, amai ainda mais. Morrer de amor é viver dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos parecem ficar impedidos de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Com lagrimas de amor eu me lavei&lt;br /&gt;Com caricias da solidão eu me enxuguei&lt;br /&gt;Momentos assim parecem não querer acabar&lt;br /&gt;Parecem que nunca vão me largar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me disseram o que devo fazer&lt;br /&gt;Se quero chorar&lt;br /&gt;Se quero te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Te beijar&lt;br /&gt;Em plena verdade&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu quero estar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando a saudade aperta&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa me espeta dizendo pra parar&lt;br /&gt;Pra parar de pensar em você&lt;br /&gt;Pra tentar te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas como isso vou fazer  ?&lt;br /&gt;Se só consigo pensar em você no instante em que...&lt;br /&gt;Respiro...&lt;br /&gt;Inspiro...&lt;br /&gt;Vivo !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8089725441353683061?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8089725441353683061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/trocadilhos-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8089725441353683061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8089725441353683061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/trocadilhos-do-amor.html' title='Trocadilhos do amor'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sj098bDGeVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/aejkDnr7wYI/s72-c/Tiny_Fingers____by_nitsch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-629238616126705273</id><published>2009-06-17T01:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:19:14.445-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos trocados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sjh07FGxoZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/G1ejm2kV6Fo/s1600-h/louco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sjh07FGxoZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/G1ejm2kV6Fo/s320/louco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348153115834163602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tenho pensamentos que, se pudesse revelá-los e fazê-los viver, acrescentariam nova luminosidade às estrelas, nova beleza ao mundo e maior amor ao coração dos homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São esses pensamentos trocados&lt;br /&gt;Que me fazem ouvir o coração&lt;br /&gt;E muitas vezes pensar em paixão&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos trocados que me fazem delirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pense que esqueci dos versos escritos...&lt;br /&gt;Dos sorrisos e olhares trocados...&lt;br /&gt;Nem dos pensamentos tidos&lt;br /&gt;Ao invés disso eu ando perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixei de te amar...&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente aprendi a esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Não perdi encantos e desavenças&lt;br /&gt;Não desacreditei da lua&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente procurei em meus encantos mais longos a luz do sol e o calor de um abraço amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se precisasse sorrir e teu sorriso dependesse de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tu seria a platéia de um palhaço que com um simples sopro rir&lt;br /&gt;Não tentarei te amar novamente&lt;br /&gt;Te esquecer e te ter ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Foi se indo com o vento de um amor mal amado&lt;br /&gt;Não espero que esqueça, nem que entenda&lt;br /&gt;Mas que com um simples toque de meu pensamento faça o seu&lt;br /&gt;E que tudo o que foi vivido ou não,seja pra sempre lembrado&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-629238616126705273?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/629238616126705273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/pensamentos-trocados.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/629238616126705273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/629238616126705273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/pensamentos-trocados.html' title='Pensamentos trocados'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sjh07FGxoZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/G1ejm2kV6Fo/s72-c/louco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5561416293887846699</id><published>2009-06-11T01:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:56:13.073-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Sem nexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SjCNmu7VxLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/VXdGAm0ibf0/s1600-h/separados3333.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SjCNmu7VxLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/VXdGAm0ibf0/s320/separados3333.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345928454260245682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;É preciso sofrer depois de ter sofrido, e amar, e mais amar, depois de ter amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo momentos intensos&lt;br /&gt;Vivo passos pequenos&lt;br /&gt;Quem falou que a vida seria fácil ?&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi que falou ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fácil provem do nada&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo o nada interferi&lt;br /&gt;E o amor ?&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi parar aquele amor ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando menos percebi&lt;br /&gt;Meus passos não eram pequenos&lt;br /&gt;Meus momentos não foram intensos&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida não foi a mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo dos perigos eu me entreguei&lt;br /&gt;E foi por medo de te amar que eu amei&lt;br /&gt;Foi com algo dizendo...&lt;br /&gt;Viva !&lt;br /&gt;Que quando eu menos percebi...&lt;br /&gt;Morri !&lt;br /&gt;Não por medo de amar&lt;br /&gt;Mas por amar de mais&lt;br /&gt;Ou acabar me iludindo de mais.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5561416293887846699?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5561416293887846699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/sem-nexo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5561416293887846699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5561416293887846699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/sem-nexo.html' title='Sem nexo'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SjCNmu7VxLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/VXdGAm0ibf0/s72-c/separados3333.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-8528912494277557919</id><published>2009-06-07T14:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:49:22.068-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Fases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Siv9aTexvlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JjElocowLQs/s1600-h/sb10067382l-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Siv9aTexvlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JjElocowLQs/s320/sb10067382l-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344644011153014354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quero a certeza dos loucos que brilham. Pois se o louco persistir na sua loucura, acabará sábio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fases das quais passam e vivo sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não é fácil conviver comigo&lt;br /&gt;Mas também sei que te amo muito&lt;br /&gt;E que desce amor serei atento&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sobre o relento da noite&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o escaldante sol do deserto&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as águas frias da Sibéria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fases das quais eu me distraio&lt;br /&gt;E vejo que em mim ,mesmo que longe de ti&lt;br /&gt;Vive algo estranho sem explicação&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja mais uma loucura minha&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma coisa eu tenho certeza&lt;br /&gt;Essa loucura me alivia de muitas outras coisas insuportáveis da vida&lt;br /&gt;Consigo suportar a distancia do dia longe de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consigo me imaginar uma palavra “mim” sem antes uma “ti”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que sou louco&lt;br /&gt;Não disfarço as coisas do coração&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera conseguir&lt;br /&gt;E de pensar nisso tudo é como se a terra parasse&lt;br /&gt;E eu subitamente andasse em volta dela&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente passasse por ela.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8528912494277557919?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8528912494277557919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/fases.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8528912494277557919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8528912494277557919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/fases.html' title='Fases'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Siv9aTexvlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JjElocowLQs/s72-c/sb10067382l-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-1349603758272847541</id><published>2009-06-05T14:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:16:45.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mera loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SilegneIqVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/BkOvgMO-gsM/s1600-h/223829iaczkb44rg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SilegneIqVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/BkOvgMO-gsM/s320/223829iaczkb44rg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343906347296008530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A arte de ser louco é jamais cometer a loucura de ser um sujeito normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja mera loucura&lt;br /&gt;Desejar um beijo teu&lt;br /&gt;E suspirar com seus toques&lt;br /&gt;Me perder em desejos quentes&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar em um novo amanhã ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Dizer ao mundo que seu coração vai ser meu&lt;br /&gt;E sabendo que o meu já pertence a você&lt;br /&gt;Sei que serei louco...&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes plenamente louco com meus desejos realizados&lt;br /&gt;Do que louco por perder a chance de sonhar com você na minha realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mera loucura essa de me perder no caminho e se encontrar nos seus braços&lt;br /&gt;Todo aquele amor que existe em mim&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que queira dizer as palavras mais belas possíveis&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar as mil maravilhas&lt;br /&gt;E vendo você em meus sonhos quase reais me faz delirar&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sol nasce na manhã fria eu desejo que a lua volte e traga com ela meus sonhos mais lindos&lt;br /&gt;Que traga com ela meu amor preferido&lt;br /&gt;Que traga com ela você !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja uma mera loucura&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a loucura seja a melhor forma de encarar a vida&lt;br /&gt;E se amar é loucura ,que eu seja perdoado...&lt;br /&gt;Por que metade de mim é amor...&lt;br /&gt;E a outra metade também&lt;br /&gt;E quando mais uma fria noite cair eu estarei aqui&lt;br /&gt;Esperando por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sile4PFmVuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/eiptSiQrL1Y/s1600-h/05selo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sile4PFmVuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/eiptSiQrL1Y/s320/05selo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343906753067505378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sile4HosdaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/dK9YK4P8sqQ/s1600-h/04selo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sile4HosdaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/dK9YK4P8sqQ/s320/04selo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343906751067223458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sile39OESbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Jr1gZYPLlbw/s1600-h/03selo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sile39OESbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Jr1gZYPLlbw/s320/03selo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343906748271184306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sile3hUrPeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/a90M4PQAjO4/s1600-h/02selo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sile3hUrPeI/AAAAAAAAAV0/a90M4PQAjO4/s320/02selo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343906740782710242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sile3cdIAZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Xo7pmwGAguc/s1600-h/01selo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sile3cdIAZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Xo7pmwGAguc/s320/01selo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343906739475972498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Silg7m2G7bI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vakGRN-rOe8/s1600-h/07selo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Silg7m2G7bI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vakGRN-rOe8/s320/07selo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343909010007846322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Silg7Z0hn7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/d6QVHf6yDUo/s1600-h/06selo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Silg7Z0hn7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/d6QVHf6yDUo/s320/06selo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343909006511546290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Agradecendo a &lt;a href="http://meraloucura.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tatinha Rodrigues&lt;/a&gt; pelos lindos selos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4348558651594191164-1349603758272847541?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1349603758272847541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/mera-loucura.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1349603758272847541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1349603758272847541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/mera-loucura.html' title='Mera loucura'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SilegneIqVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/BkOvgMO-gsM/s72-c/223829iaczkb44rg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7790783953341687374</id><published>2009-06-02T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:34:29.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganhador do texto do mês "Eu sempre te amarei"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SgHNHayB1JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RvViwHMqGzE/s1600-h/coracao2tf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SgHNHayB1JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RvViwHMqGzE/s320/coracao2tf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332768961115313298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A mágoa altera as estações e as horas de repouso, fazendo da noite dia e do dia noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que passa o tempo que passar...&lt;br /&gt;Dias ,meses ,anos.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu viva todas as estações do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as épocas ,em todos os momentos .&lt;br /&gt;Que águas passem por serras ,montes ,cavernas...&lt;br /&gt;Que descubram vidas e vida passadas.&lt;br /&gt;Que vivam vidas e vidas após.&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse a primeira vez e única ,apesar de tantas aventuras...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que além deste céu ,nas alturas eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente ,por todo sempre ,literalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que outro alguém a tenha&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que entre lençóis e beijos molhados&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo a parte da nossa alma seja enamorada eu sempre te amarei&lt;br /&gt;Sobre qualquer prazer ,de qualquer carne ,do qualquer fugaz&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternos apaixonados.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre qualquer dor que sinta&lt;br /&gt;Sobre qualquer orgulho ferido&lt;br /&gt;Sobre qualquer apunhalada em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sobre qualquer distância entre nós imputada&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que sei que o amor que existe em mim&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sim não é pequeno o comprometimento&lt;br /&gt;De todos os tamanhos&lt;br /&gt;Carne pobre...&lt;br /&gt;Pequeno tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fico grato pelo selo de o melhor texto de Maio com a vitória da poesia "Eu sempre te amarei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiSc2H8SCLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zzhaH1i47sA/s1600-h/selomaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiSc2H8SCLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zzhaH1i47sA/s320/selomaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342567511627008178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Muito Obrigado !&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/4348558651594191164-7790783953341687374?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7790783953341687374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/ganhador-do-texto-do-mes-eu-sempre-te.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7790783953341687374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7790783953341687374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/06/ganhador-do-texto-do-mes-eu-sempre-te.html' title='Ganhador do texto do mês &quot;Eu sempre te amarei&quot;'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SgHNHayB1JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RvViwHMqGzE/s72-c/coracao2tf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2172262310809931979</id><published>2009-05-31T16:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:56:40.349-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Te amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiLgSndW4oI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wcMi0yTtR-U/s1600-h/86278716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiLgSndW4oI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wcMi0yTtR-U/s320/86278716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342078718449214082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aquilo que se faz por amor está sempre além do bem e do mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar no seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;E ver o amor&lt;br /&gt;Dou tudo por você&lt;br /&gt;Me perdoe se pensei&lt;br /&gt;Somente em mim&lt;br /&gt;A verdade as vezes&lt;br /&gt;Me faz agir assim&lt;br /&gt;Me perdoe se não&lt;br /&gt;Disse que te amo&lt;br /&gt;A verdade as vezes&lt;br /&gt;É complicada assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo todo&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero você&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo todo&lt;br /&gt;Somente você&lt;br /&gt;E mais nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dou minhas&lt;br /&gt;Melhores palavras&lt;br /&gt;Os meus melhores sonhos&lt;br /&gt;A poesia mais bela&lt;br /&gt;E o que há de melhor em mim&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que você não saiba&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei sempre aqui&lt;br /&gt;Te esperando pra dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-2172262310809931979?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2172262310809931979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-amo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2172262310809931979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2172262310809931979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-amo.html' title='Te amo'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiLgSndW4oI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wcMi0yTtR-U/s72-c/86278716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7831802603557618113</id><published>2009-05-25T14:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:08:30.603-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Infelicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/ShrQXGKyfKI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yz09PQGTDoQ/s1600-h/83109235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/ShrQXGKyfKI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yz09PQGTDoQ/s320/83109235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339809403412577442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... O tempo é algo que não volta atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Por isso plante seu jardim e decore sua alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A infelicidade de aturar os fins de semanas longe de ti, faz com que me pegue com pensamentos em você.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ao meu redor se transforma em nuvens negras e estrondantes fazendo do meu jardim um lugar ruim&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo a presenciar uma rotina de plena loucura e solidão enquanto aguardo a noite chegar&lt;br /&gt;E ao te encontrar tudo se transforma&lt;br /&gt;Ai parece até amor de escola ,onde fico a esperar o dia passar ,a noite chegar ,o céu escurecer ,enquanto na verdade eu só queria te ver&lt;br /&gt;Passar finais de tarde vendo o sol se pondo enquanto as estrelas aparecem e eu fico a olhar as estrelas nos seus olhos a brilhar e refletindo o meu olhar ,singelo ,discreto e arrematador.&lt;br /&gt;Fico avassaladoramente espantado com o que tenho a te falar que muitas das vezes fico quieto em silencio somente a te olhar ,ai como eu queria te falar&lt;br /&gt;Falar coisas do tipo besteiras ,falar coisas do tipo românticas&lt;br /&gt;A todo o momento os pensamentos me perseguem  como se fossem almas vagarosas correndo atrás da luz e nunca encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Procuro em linha e mais linhas alguma forma de tentar explicar todo o sentimento sentido ou do comprometimento vivido ,e infelizmente ,a vida nos coloca em caminhos difíceis do qual temos que ser fortes e superar cada dia vivido sempre lembrando do passado como aprendizado ,vivendo o presente como único e com pensamentos no futuro como se fosse sempre presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-7831802603557618113?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7831802603557618113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/infelicidade.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7831802603557618113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7831802603557618113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/infelicidade.html' title='Infelicidade'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/ShrQXGKyfKI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yz09PQGTDoQ/s72-c/83109235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5740214380524969931</id><published>2009-05-19T16:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:55:33.393-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Aquele amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/ShMOOE8stlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7dHgREKogDA/s1600-h/85042329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/ShMOOE8stlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7dHgREKogDA/s320/85042329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337625618373457490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não corra atrás das borboletas; plante uma flor em seu jardim e todas as borboletas virão até ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tenho saudade o tempo parece voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que tenho vem pra realidade de te esquecer jamais&lt;br /&gt;Todo aquele sentimento de culpa ,jamais temerei&lt;br /&gt;Por que sei que do teu amor sempre me aliviarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vem a saudade eu sei que sempre te amarei&lt;br /&gt;Não daquela forma exata e desesperada&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim do jeito mais simples e formal&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sei que o que sentia não passava de uma simples ilusão do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que eu senti por você não foi em vão&lt;br /&gt;Pois com esse amor aprendi a escutar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que amar dói quando não correspondido&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que abrir o peito a fogo não é nada bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o seu amor eu aprendi que eu precisava mais de você do que de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Então me desliguei ,hoje eu não vivo a você&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vivo a mim&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sou assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me orgulho de dizer que eu não te amo mais,&lt;br /&gt;Não como antes&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o que eu sinto por você é apenas amizade&lt;br /&gt;Você me ensinou muito sem nem ao menos saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sou grato a você por me mostrar o meu verdadeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;O amor a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;E o amor que eu posso dar a quem me ama e me quer bem&lt;br /&gt;O amor que eu não te dei.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-5740214380524969931?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5740214380524969931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/aquele-amor.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5740214380524969931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5740214380524969931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/aquele-amor.html' title='Aquele amor'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/ShMOOE8stlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7dHgREKogDA/s72-c/85042329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2123187203751566904</id><published>2009-05-16T18:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:45:55.326-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aos que amo]'/><title type='text'>Inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sg8xJvYJoII/AAAAAAAAAUs/mVg2I9KgzEs/s1600-h/Flores+%2841%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sg8xJvYJoII/AAAAAAAAAUs/mVg2I9KgzEs/s320/Flores+%2841%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336538126863671426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Há pessoas que choram por saber que as rosas têm espinho,há outras que sorriem por saber que os espinhos têm rosas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos não são difíceis de adivinhar ,minha vida não é tão dura de se levar.&lt;br /&gt;Além do mais eu tenho você ao meu lado ;&lt;br /&gt;Do que mais eu poderia reclamar ??&lt;br /&gt;A minha inspiração .&lt;br /&gt;Entre becos ,ruas vazias ,noites frias ,em qualquer lugar que eu vá ;&lt;br /&gt;Você é sempre a dona do meu coração ,meu motivo de inspiração ;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a luz do meu dia ;&lt;br /&gt;Você é o caos da minha calmaria ;&lt;br /&gt;Você é o desvio da estrada ;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a minha inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu sigo em paz ,não me leve a mal pois quando digo te amo é simplesmente o motivo pro sol brilhar no meu jardim ,pra fazer brotar a flor que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Quanta inspiração podemos encontrar no amor. Tanta coisa boa provém dessa simples palavra ,desse simples gesto.&lt;br /&gt;E com o pulsar do meu coração que bate em ritmo de valsa à sua frente eu lhe entrego as minhas humildes palavras ,a minha humilde sinceridade. Eu hoje lhe entrego o que já te pertence ,eu te entrego meu coração e literalmente todo amor que eu puder lhe dar.&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dedicatória--&gt;Fran&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/4348558651594191164-2123187203751566904?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2123187203751566904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspiracao.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2123187203751566904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2123187203751566904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspiracao.html' title='Inspiração'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sg8xJvYJoII/AAAAAAAAAUs/mVg2I9KgzEs/s72-c/Flores+%2841%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-8121471242238562606</id><published>2009-05-15T15:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:45:06.479-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Somente pra você !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sg23pr6ZBdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IQjtIJ1uctM/s1600-h/amor-em-allstars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sg23pr6ZBdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IQjtIJ1uctM/s320/amor-em-allstars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336123060294059474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ainda que haja noite no coração, vale a pena sorrir para que haja estrelas na escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda noite de verão&lt;br /&gt;Sonho meu que se foi...&lt;br /&gt;Esperança minha que não tive&lt;br /&gt;Tanto eu tinha pra te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa não falei&lt;br /&gt;Foi por medo de te fazer sofrer que eu sofri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em me guardar e querendo não querer&lt;br /&gt;Me dizendo pra esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Com pensamentos só em mim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu pensei só em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com medo de me aproximar&lt;br /&gt;Fui tentando me afastar&lt;br /&gt;Fui negando meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Foi por não querer amar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu amei só você&lt;br /&gt;Foi por não viver somente a mim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vivo somente pra você !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8121471242238562606?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8121471242238562606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/somente-pra-voce.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8121471242238562606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8121471242238562606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/somente-pra-voce.html' title='Somente pra você !'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sg23pr6ZBdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IQjtIJ1uctM/s72-c/amor-em-allstars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-1319852844454762701</id><published>2009-05-06T14:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:33:14.464-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Eu sempre te amarei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SgHNHayB1JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RvViwHMqGzE/s1600-h/coracao2tf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SgHNHayB1JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RvViwHMqGzE/s320/coracao2tf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332768961115313298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A mágoa altera as estações e as horas de repouso, fazendo da noite dia e do dia noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que passa o tempo que passar...&lt;br /&gt;Dias ,meses ,anos.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu viva todas as estações do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as épocas ,em todos os momentos .&lt;br /&gt;Que águas passem por serras ,montes ,cavernas...&lt;br /&gt;Que descubram vidas e vida passadas.&lt;br /&gt;Que vivam vidas e vidas após.&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse a primeira vez e única ,apesar de tantas aventuras...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que além deste céu ,nas alturas eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente ,por todo sempre ,literalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que outro alguém a tenha&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que entre lençóis e beijos molhados&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo a parte da nossa alma seja enamorada eu sempre te amarei&lt;br /&gt;Sobre qualquer prazer ,de qualquer carne ,do qualquer fugaz&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternos apaixonados.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre qualquer dor que sinta&lt;br /&gt;Sobre qualquer orgulho ferido&lt;br /&gt;Sobre qualquer apunhalada em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sobre qualquer distância entre nós imputada&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que sei que o amor que existe em mim&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sim não é pequeno o comprometimento&lt;br /&gt;De todos os tamanhos&lt;br /&gt;Carne pobre...&lt;br /&gt;Pequeno tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amarei !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fico grato pelo selo de o melhor texto de Maio com a vitória da poesia "Eu sempre te amarei"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiSc2H8SCLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zzhaH1i47sA/s1600-h/selomaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiSc2H8SCLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zzhaH1i47sA/s320/selomaio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342567511627008178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Muito Obrigado !&lt;/span&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/4348558651594191164-1319852844454762701?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1319852844454762701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-sempre-te-amarei.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1319852844454762701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1319852844454762701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-sempre-te-amarei.html' title='Eu sempre te amarei'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SgHNHayB1JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RvViwHMqGzE/s72-c/coracao2tf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-3599315383366120545</id><published>2009-05-05T13:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:00:47.700-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SgBv9M5On1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/3u-X2jhzsJA/s1600-h/INCERTEZA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SgBv9M5On1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/3u-X2jhzsJA/s320/INCERTEZA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332385056030629714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ler é sonhar pela mão de outrem. Ler mal e por alto é libertarmo-nos da mão que nos conduz. A superficialidade na erudição é o melhor modo de ler bem e ser profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lembranças são essas que atormentam a mente a todo tempo e desorienta a toda hora...&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que o tempo pare naquele instante fazendo-me torturas e criando aspectos sóbrios em meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando chega perto de você tudo se esquece e por um instante os problemas desaparecem  e por um momento ,apenas um momento... há tranqüilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos assim passam a ser cada vez mais raros e incertos no cotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;Coisas simples ,como gestos comuns ,andam sendo muito significativo em dias de tormentas. Com inúmeros problemas ao nosso redor ,ver você simplesmente me transporta para um conto de fadas. E em um descuidado piscar de olhos desviados da sua atenção parece ser jogado um balde de água fria na cabeça de qualquer um que seja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por que ? Por quem tem que ser assim ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidas e vidas jogadas ao vento se quebrando como simples gravetos secos em dias de outono.&lt;br /&gt;Agradecemos a vida a nós dada e aproveitemos da melhor forma possível a nossa humilde existência e provemos a nós mesmo que viver é repugnante ,mas saber viver é sensacional !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-3599315383366120545?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3599315383366120545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3599315383366120545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3599315383366120545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida.html' title='Vida...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SgBv9M5On1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/3u-X2jhzsJA/s72-c/INCERTEZA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-5780768550604151717</id><published>2009-05-03T19:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:10:14.198-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>O começo de tudo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sf4aZlaoH9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/qxYh-J5Ho-0/s1600-h/vida20na20margem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sf4aZlaoH9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/qxYh-J5Ho-0/s320/vida20na20margem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331728035696091090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tudo tem começo e meio. O fim só existe para quem não percebe o recomeço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos dias eu só me sentia com um desejo de viajar para uma ilha deserta e lá ficar ,me desiludir de todos os problemas e defeitos e viver uma vida de respeito ,são momentos únicos e raros. Porém ser feliz eu creio ser a meta de muitos e que poucos alcançam.&lt;br /&gt;Romper as barreiras da vida e quebrar os limites do corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Andar nas ruas sossegado sem se preocupar com violência ou perturbação ambiental.&lt;br /&gt;Não ser repetitivo em coisas do que não nos dizem respeito e ser criativo quando pode sem ao menos ter a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Amar alguém especial e ser amado ,viver loucuras de amor e descobrir lugares e criaturas tão belas e lindas que os mais lindos girassóis desconhecem.&lt;br /&gt;E no momento em que todos acham ser o fim de tudo ,o fim da vida ,o fim da felicidade ,ser um homem do qual partiu e não deixou mágoas nem angústias nos corações amantes.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos acreditam ser o fim...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu creio ser...&lt;br /&gt;O começo de tudo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ganhei um Selo \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sf4afZNTcPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NM_V83G3B2A/s1600-h/listadedesejos.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sf4afZNTcPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NM_V83G3B2A/s320/listadedesejos.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331728135498199282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;regras: 1 – A pessoa selecionada deve fazer uma lista com oito coisas que gostaria de fazer antes de morrer. 2 - É necessário que se faça uma postagem relacionando estas oito coisas e é necessário que a pessoa explique as regras do jogo. 3 – Ao finalizar, devemos convidar oito parceiros de blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Deixar um comentário pra quem nos convidou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Viajar para uma ilha deserta&lt;br /&gt;2-Ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;3-Ser respeitado&lt;br /&gt;4-Andar na rua sossegado&lt;br /&gt;5-Quebrar limites&lt;br /&gt;6-Não ser repetitivo&lt;br /&gt;7-Amar alguém mais que especial&lt;br /&gt;8-Morrer como um homem !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repassando para:&lt;br /&gt;http://liriosegirassois.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://kelddiniz.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://codinomebeija-flor-esfinge.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://doquevaleasrosas.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://escrivolatras.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://ritmo-da-chuva.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://jujuba-machado.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4348558651594191164-5780768550604151717?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/5780768550604151717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-comeco-de-tudo.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5780768550604151717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/5780768550604151717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-comeco-de-tudo.html' title='O começo de tudo !'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sf4aZlaoH9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/qxYh-J5Ho-0/s72-c/vida20na20margem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-3915130942304564158</id><published>2009-04-30T12:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:40:33.723-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aos que amo]'/><title type='text'>Só você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfnGK4Tkp0I/AAAAAAAAATs/yDaLn53tQFA/s1600-h/82066954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfnGK4Tkp0I/AAAAAAAAATs/yDaLn53tQFA/s320/82066954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330509524185163586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Se você odeia alguém, é porque odeia alguma coisa nele que faz parte de você. O que não faz parte de nós não nos perturba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu fecho os olhos não consigo parar de pensar em você ,muitas e muitas noites sem dormir a espera da tua presença. Mas onde está você ?&lt;br /&gt;Por que olhar nos olhos e me ver nele como se fosse espelho ? Frente a frente com você eu não consigo parar nos seus lábios ,nos seus olhos e controlar minha vontade de te tocar ,de te beijar. Digo coisas malucas que as vezes me impressiono comigo mesmo. Eu te quero pra mim ,ou será que você ainda não entendeu? Será que é tão difícil decifrar o que meus lábios estão te dizendo frente a frente a ti ?&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia ta falando de qualquer outros assuntos ,roubos ,casas,vidas,mortes!&lt;br /&gt;Porem eu estou aqui falando do meu único defeito. O defeito de não conseguir parar de pensar em você em todos os instantes do dia ,todas as suspiradas da noite ,todas as gotas da chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui não a procura do seu entendimento ,mas sim do meu !&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tantas coisas passadas na minha vida eu ainda continuo de pé e lutando por um amor maior que eu ,um amor que eu desconheço. E eu não tenho medo dele,por tudo que ele já me fez sofrer eu ainda dou razão as coisas que ele me diz.&lt;br /&gt;Olho o espelho com rosto de desespero ,a procura da felicidade ,à esperança do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal...&lt;br /&gt;O que é o amor ?&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estou perto de você mal posso soltar uma palavra criativa e te dizer tudo o que sinto,procuro forças à me ajudar mas nunca consigo encontrar , e de repente quando eu pego numa caneta e num pedaço de papel tudo se transforma.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que bosta ,não tem que ser assim. Eu quero me soltar e demonstrar tudo o que sinto com as mais belas palavras que eu conheço e desconheço. Posso fazer mil loucuras a tua procura ,posso reviver vidas passadas e até desvendar o futuro ,mas na verdade o que eu não posso te falar tudo o que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal...&lt;br /&gt;O que é o amor ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ganhei um selo \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Regras deste selo: "Esse é o Troféu do Amigo! Esses blogs são extremamente charmosos. Esses blogueiros têm o objetivo de se achar e serem amigos. Eles não estão interessados em se auto promover. Nossa esperança é que quando os laços desse troféu são cortados ainda mais amizades sejam propagadas. Entregue esse troféu para oito blogueiros(as) que devem escolher oito outros blogueiros(as) e incluir esse texto junto com seu troféu!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfnCoP6sWLI/AAAAAAAAATk/Ct7vZyAH33E/s1600-h/trofeu_thumb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfnCoP6sWLI/AAAAAAAAATk/Ct7vZyAH33E/s320/trofeu_thumb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330505630692956338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://asombradomar.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://codinomebeija-flor-esfinge.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://doquevaleasrosas.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://ritmo-da-chuva.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://pequenapoetiza2.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só consegui achar 5 blogs prédiletos para mandar :S&lt;br /&gt;Beijoss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-3915130942304564158?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3915130942304564158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-voce.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3915130942304564158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3915130942304564158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-voce.html' title='Só você'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfnGK4Tkp0I/AAAAAAAAATs/yDaLn53tQFA/s72-c/82066954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-1190706662803149508</id><published>2009-04-27T12:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:27:26.779-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Sobre mim]'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfXOId7MQoI/AAAAAAAAATc/uwC3jP62P-s/s1600-h/85626156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfXOId7MQoI/AAAAAAAAATc/uwC3jP62P-s/s320/85626156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329392378930020994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Todos caem mas, apenas os fracos continuam no chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos em um dia chuvoso escutando as gotas d’águas caindo em meu telhado e tocando a minha janela numa noite turbulenta. Consigo até sonhar com os olhos abertos e logo lembro do nosso primeiro beijo ,aquele beijo desengonçado como se fosse crianças aprendendo a beijar. O fato é que realmente com você eu estou novamente aprendendo ,estou finalmente recomeçando ,e quero dar fim de uma vez por todas naquelas lembranças maliciosas que me perturbam todas as noites em minha cabeça ao travesseiro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu to aprendendo que o presente é a chance que nós temos redimir o passado errado ,é a chance que nós temos  de viver ,e somente o hoje nos satisfaz ,não é o passado nem o futuros em que vamos viver ,mas sim o agora ,o hoje. Quem muito vive no passado acaba vivendo nada. Eu quero te fazer juras de amor de um coração completamente apaixonado ,quero compartilhar momentos ,e fazer dos nossos momentos juntos inesquecíveis no momento em que durar.&lt;br /&gt;Por um instante eu pensei : O que será que está acontecendo comigo ?&lt;br /&gt;E descobri que o coração é capaz de amar ,é capaz de perdoar ,e capaz de se apaixonar...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é assim que me sinto ,um amante do escuro a tua espera em plena escuridão. Um amante que espera do dia acabar pra presenciar com você a luz da lua ,a luz do nosso ser e o calor dos seus braços. A vida é muito do que simplesmente viver ,a vida é se entregar a pessoa amada ,é viver um intenso caso de amor. A vida é muito mais do que viver pra si mesmo ,a vida é viver para a pessoa amada !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-1190706662803149508?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1190706662803149508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1190706662803149508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1190706662803149508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfXOId7MQoI/AAAAAAAAATc/uwC3jP62P-s/s72-c/85626156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-4530664523394370434</id><published>2009-04-24T17:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:31:53.120-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>O amanhã não nos pertence !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfIgoB6RolI/AAAAAAAAATU/CsoBCniLjv4/s1600-h/71100240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfIgoB6RolI/AAAAAAAAATU/CsoBCniLjv4/s320/71100240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328357181212435026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não importa saber se a gente acredita em Deus: o importante é saber se Deus acredita na gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida permite apenas uma idade para ser Feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Somente em uma época de cada pessoa ,em que se sonha e faz bons planos.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa época passamos por obstáculos ,derrubamos barreiras ,confrontamos guerreiros.&lt;br /&gt;Despeitamos todas dificuldades de obstáculos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida nos permite apenas uma só idade para nos encantarmos com ela e sabermos viver apaixonadamente.&lt;br /&gt;Somente uma época de vivermos tudo intensamente...&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo ...&lt;br /&gt;Sem culpa do prazer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida nos permite apenas uma só faze para criarmos e recriar o que foi bom.&lt;br /&gt;somente uma época para experimentarmos todas as roupas ,de todos os tamanhos ,de todas as cores.&lt;br /&gt;Experimentarmos todos os sabores ,entregar-se a todos os amores...&lt;br /&gt;Sem preconceito...&lt;br /&gt;Sem pudor !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa época tão sagaz de nossas vidas se chama...&lt;br /&gt;Presente !&lt;br /&gt;E dura no instante que passa.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitemos cada instante ,cada momento ,abraço ,sorriso ,beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Cada suspiro !&lt;br /&gt;Pois o amanhã não nos pertence.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-4530664523394370434?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/4530664523394370434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-amanha-nao-nos-pertence.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/4530664523394370434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/4530664523394370434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-amanha-nao-nos-pertence.html' title='O amanhã não nos pertence !'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfIgoB6RolI/AAAAAAAAATU/CsoBCniLjv4/s72-c/71100240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-7853710422474289005</id><published>2009-04-22T17:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:55:28.569-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Se95iZlPdwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/g5xTnu8Gasw/s1600-h/Flores+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Se95iZlPdwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/g5xTnu8Gasw/s320/Flores+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327610516092188418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amar os outros é a única salvação individual que conheço: ninguém estará perdido se der amor e às vezes receber amor em troca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia que passa parece que eu te amo ainda mais ,se é possível existir algo alem do amor eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento com você é único ,é como se o tempo passasse e só conseguisse enxergar você em meu mundo ,você em tudo !&lt;br /&gt;Consigo pensar em você em apenas alguns momentos da minha vida ,um deles é quando respiro ,o outro é quando meu coração bate saltitante a sua procura...&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te vejo é ,mesmo que de longe ,eu sinto a mesma coisa. A mesma coisa que senti quando te vi pela primeira vez. A chuva cai em meu telhado ,os pingos são atordoantes ,os meus lábios te chamam. Minhas mãos ficam soadas ,coração palpitante ,eufórico ,descontrolado...apaixonado !&lt;br /&gt;Tive o prazer de desvendar o que é o amor assim quando os seus olhos brilhantes olharam os meus. Descobri o que era o amor quando percebi que sou capaz de fazer qualquer coisa por você ,pra ver você. Castigos ,loucuras ,desespero...tudo por amor...e por ele eu não me arrependo.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que cada dia deve ser vivido intensamente. Aprendi que as pessoas podem mudar e que para isso só precisam de ajuda. Aprendi que devemos aproveitar o dia de hoje ,por que o amanhã não nos pertence.&lt;br /&gt;Também temos que perceber que o amor não é mil-maravilhas do qual achamos ,quem ama chora ,quem ama sofre . Porém nada melhor do que o amor correspondido. Muitas das vezes dizemos que não voltaremos a amar pelo ocorrido ,e assim nos enganamos. O amor é a substância da vida ,o amor é o tempero que queiramos que ele seja ,seja ele doce ou amargo nunca deixaremos de amar em nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Novo selinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfByjvYnAdI/AAAAAAAAATE/WMehP5k36Ng/s1600-h/Este+blog...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SfByjvYnAdI/AAAAAAAAATE/WMehP5k36Ng/s320/Este+blog...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327884317519970770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Passando para...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jujuba-machado.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://millaborges.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://saralidade.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://ameninamulher.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos que receberam o selo basta indicar aos seus 4 blogs favoritos&lt;br /&gt;Um grande Beijo !&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/4348558651594191164-7853710422474289005?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/7853710422474289005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/amor.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7853710422474289005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/7853710422474289005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/amor.html' title='Amor...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Se95iZlPdwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/g5xTnu8Gasw/s72-c/Flores+%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-3693844759783498476</id><published>2009-04-20T12:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:45:17.869-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Franciele]'/><title type='text'>Tempos de Escola...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeyX_PeHgPI/AAAAAAAAASU/nC2UPsP-oPc/s1600-h/78385604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeyX_PeHgPI/AAAAAAAAASU/nC2UPsP-oPc/s320/78385604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326799572012859634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A experiência é uma escola onde são caras as lições, mas em nenhuma outra os tolos podem aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escola, com certeza, é um dos lugares onde as lembranças do que passamos são mais vivas em nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Você já reparou que vira e mexe lembramos de coisas que são do fundo do baú que passamos na escola?&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro dia de aula, o primeiro passeio com a turma, a primeira amizade, a primeira briga, o primeiro amor...&lt;br /&gt;E o mais estranho de tudo é que passamos a vida inteira reclamando da escola, reclamando desse (a) e daquele (a) professor (a), reclamando daquele (a) chato (a) que atrapalha a aula ou daquele (a) que é nerd demais, mas quando terminamos o ensino médio e vai cada um para o seu lado seguir o seu caminho, sentimos uma falta imensa de tudo aquilo...&lt;br /&gt;Sentimos falta das bagunças, de ficar a aula inteira batendo papo, daquele (a) professor (a) legal que sempre estava pronto a nos ajudar, das idas ao cinema, mesmo que fosse só para ficar jogando pipoca nos outros ou então para ficar no cantinho namorando...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, no 3º ano, vejo e sinto o quanto a escola me fará falta e o quanto me arrependo por reclamar, pois tudo que foi ruim com certeza valeu pelos vários momentos bons e felizes que passei na escola!&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a algum tempo estaremos formados, e a turma vai se separar e vamos passar a nos ver cada vez menos, pois cada um vai seguir seu destino e a única coisa que irá ficar, são as várias lembranças dos tempos de escola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Franciele dos Santos Silveira.&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/4348558651594191164-3693844759783498476?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3693844759783498476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/tempos-de-escola.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3693844759783498476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3693844759783498476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/tempos-de-escola.html' title='Tempos de Escola...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeyX_PeHgPI/AAAAAAAAASU/nC2UPsP-oPc/s72-c/78385604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2569261215934802238</id><published>2009-04-18T21:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:19:41.428-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Ressaca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeprG69ssKI/AAAAAAAAASM/tJWnCL4P8VQ/s1600-h/ressaca-do-mar-thumb2702653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeprG69ssKI/AAAAAAAAASM/tJWnCL4P8VQ/s320/ressaca-do-mar-thumb2702653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326187275970457762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="pensa"&gt; &lt;p class="fr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A vida é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios. Por isso, cante, chore, dance, ria e viva intensamente, antes que a cortina se feche e a peça termine sem aplausos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquelas coisas pequenas que fazem a diferença em horas de tormentos e turbulências em nossas vidas ?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é ,elas mesmas ,coisas pequenas que fazem uma grande diferença...&lt;br /&gt;Coisas do tipo um oi da pessoas amada ,um abraço aconchegante do amante ,um cafuné carinhoso de quem te ama... Essas coisas fazem a diferença ,essas coisas nos animam ,colocam nossa auto-estima lá em cima.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o mar esta agitado e logo vem aquela calmaria aliviar tudo...&lt;br /&gt;É desse jeito que ficamos ,estamos estourados com a vida nos estressamos com tudo e todos a nossa volta ,e quando nos aparece a pessoa que amamos ao nosso lado ficamos exatamente como o mar após a calmaria em plena ressaca .&lt;br /&gt;São pessoas que fazem a diferença ,são pessoas que nos faz bem ,que nos faz parar e refletir—puxa como eu estou agindo ?—são essas pessoas que fazem a diferença.&lt;br /&gt;São coisas pequenas e simples atos que bastam ser feitos pela pessoa certa e pronto ,está tudo calmo novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Puxa como o humano é o prato mais recheado de ignorância e intolerância na face da terra !&lt;br /&gt;Passamos a maior parte da nossa vida se preocupando com o que não precisa de preocupação ,a vida passa ,pessoas passam por ela. Muitas vezes não damos a importância pra essas coisas pequenas.&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento tente esquecer tudo ,trabalho ,estudo...esqueça tudo. Pegue um simples momento e dedique as pessoas que te amam ,dedique esse tempo as pessoas que você ama ,não importa nada ,dinheiro ,trabalho ,preocupações. Tente ser feliz nem que seja por um minuto ,esqueça tudo e viva nessa ressaca da vida a sua calmaria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-2569261215934802238?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2569261215934802238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/ressaca.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2569261215934802238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2569261215934802238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/ressaca.html' title='Ressaca...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeprG69ssKI/AAAAAAAAASM/tJWnCL4P8VQ/s72-c/ressaca-do-mar-thumb2702653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-9060100767062531414</id><published>2009-04-16T15:21:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:06:46.227-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aos que amo]'/><title type='text'>Como se tudo fosse simples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sed9UDbHqoI/AAAAAAAAARU/pecQNJU_Gdk/s1600-h/sb10068805d-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sed9UDbHqoI/AAAAAAAAARU/pecQNJU_Gdk/s320/sb10068805d-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325362867858811522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A esperança não murcha, ela não cansa, também como ela não sucumbe a crença. Vão-se sonhos nas asas da descrença, voltam sonhos nas asas da esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o dia em que você entro em minha vida eu me vejo em pleno carnaval ,tudo se transforma em cores brilhantes e reluzentes. Tudo desaparece naquele instante que estou ao seu lado ,é como se brotasse uma rosa no pior dos piores jardins ,é como se tudo que em plena existência terrestre parasse pra admirar sua beleza ,sua carícia ,seu jeito de ser...&lt;br /&gt;Do jardim da minha vida você é a rosa mais bonita ,nos tempos e lugares escuros por mim passados você tem me guiado com sua luz ,com seu ser. Olho as estrelas em noites de lua reluzente como enfeite de natal e lembro dos seus olhos ao me olhar ,logo ao tocar o mar eu consigo lembrar dos momentos em que passamos juntos. Momentos turbulentos ,momentos carinhosos ,momentos dedicados. E ao ver a lua tocar o mar como seu eterno amante eu me sinto na necessidade de te abraçar ,e na sua ausência ao meu lado eu me desmorono ,eu me contraio de fora pra dentro como se algo fervente me tocasse por fora ,eu quero te abraçar ,quero viver momentos felizes ao seu lado ,eu quero te fazer feliz !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como não me arrepender das oportunidades que tive de te abraçar ,de te beijar ,e não os ter feitos ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não olhar no relógio e contar as horas ,os segundos e desejar pra que o tempo passe o mais rápido possível pra te abraçar e tentar fazer tudo aquilo que não fiz ,tudo aquilo que não tive coragem de fazer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu medo maior não é o de te beijar e sentir o seu calor me aquecer ,mas sim de fazê-lo e acabar com algo que ainda temos ao tentar construir algo do qual não temos... Será que devo me arriscar ? Será que esse medo de perde-la é somente besteira da minha parte ? Ou será que eu estou correto de não arriscar uma coisa linda feita essa amizade ?&lt;br /&gt;Dúvidas cruéis ,incertezas malditas ,como eu queria que fosse tudo tão simples ,tudo tão fácil ,a verdade é que diante dela eu fico sem reação ,fico sem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dedicatória&gt;&gt;Alguém especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um grande beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selo dedicado à:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SefVnmV7b1I/AAAAAAAAARk/7uuC7IkX9Gc/s1600-h/Deserto+das+flores+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SefVnmV7b1I/AAAAAAAAARk/7uuC7IkX9Gc/s320/Deserto+das+flores+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325459960673038162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;liriosegirassois.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;eumeuoutro.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;doquevaleasrosas.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;suelynmorais.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos que receberam o celo basta indicar para os seus 4 blogs favoritos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-9060100767062531414?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/9060100767062531414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/esperanca-nao-murcha-ela-nao-cansa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/9060100767062531414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/9060100767062531414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/esperanca-nao-murcha-ela-nao-cansa.html' title='Como se tudo fosse simples'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sed9UDbHqoI/AAAAAAAAARU/pecQNJU_Gdk/s72-c/sb10068805d-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-4905084189597419456</id><published>2009-04-14T18:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:18:15.122-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Por você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeT8_qQ11QI/AAAAAAAAARE/Yp-gwSE4PAo/s1600-h/sb10068850d-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeT8_qQ11QI/AAAAAAAAARE/Yp-gwSE4PAo/s320/sb10068850d-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324658830065652994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Se você odeia alguém, é porque odeia alguma coisa nele que faz parte de você. O que não faz parte de nós não nos perturba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;Meus olhos parecem não querer parar de olhar a sua presença que parece transborda de alegria a vida .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;Meus braços parecem parecem querer se transformar em laço pra que em você  possam se enrolar ,pra que possa sentir o seu calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;Os meus lábios tão molhados de prazer parecem só querer te beijar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;Se eu soubesse como fazer a terra parar apenas por um momento ,aquele momento em que estamos juntos olhando nos olhos ,como eu pararia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;Enfrentaria soldados de chumbo por você. Por você eu reviveria vidas passadas a tua espera ,passaria horas e horas na jaula jogado aos traços aos leões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;Seria capaz de subir no topo mais alto ,da montanha mais alta e gritaria o seu nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu seria capaz de presenciar cada faze da vida terrestre ,voltaria no tempo dos dinossauros ,bateria em homens da caverna ,venceria a era do gelo ,presenciava um novo dilúvio ,por você eu faço tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;Só por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;Por você eu faço tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:DejaVu Sans,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-4905084189597419456?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/4905084189597419456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/por-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/4905084189597419456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/4905084189597419456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/por-voce.html' title='Por você'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeT8_qQ11QI/AAAAAAAAARE/Yp-gwSE4PAo/s72-c/sb10068850d-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2270880113266435674</id><published>2009-04-13T22:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:14:50.045-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aos que amo]'/><title type='text'>Aqueles lábios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeSoLcpG-FI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/H4gbMTiYgX0/s1600-h/1238457990339_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeSoLcpG-FI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/H4gbMTiYgX0/s320/1238457990339_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324565574079412306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesmo que nossos lábios não se cruzem novamente, posso dizer em silêncio, tudo aquilo que ficou escondido para sempre. Haverá momentos em que nossos pensamentos se encontrarão no espaço, e assim,sentiremos falta de estarmos juntos novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;Aii meu Deus aqueles lábios vermelhos,quando eu lembro daquela garota começo a pensar em besteiras .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso logo naqueles lábios vermelhos e carnudos que me deixam doido .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não podemos esquecer que desses lábios vermelhos saem sempre coisas lindas e maravilhosas ,afim não consigo te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu lembro do seu jeito lindo ,quando eu lembro do seu jeito carinhoso ,quando eu lembro da nossa afinidade ,não consigo tirar Ela da cabeça ,aii meu Deus aqueles lábios vermelhos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela me toca parece esquentar algo ,quando ela passa todo mundo começa a olhar ,ouço conversas daqui e outras dali ,mas afim ,quem será ela ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem será ela que com seu jeito fogosa e discreta nos conquista aos poucos ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem será a moça dos lábios avermelhados ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico há pensar ,e só me vem uma vontade em minha cabeça ,há de te beijar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E putz ,aqueles lábios vermelhos me fazem delirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo esquecer seus lábios vermelhos ,e no meu quarto fechado eu não paro de pensar em você .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso esquecer os seus lábios .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lábios que me atormentam todas as noites á cama ,lábios que por mim mais do que consagrados .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aii meu Deus aqueles lábios !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu beijo em minha boca ,estou aqui e te peço pra o que der e vier .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lábios tão vermelhos ,tão bonitos ,eu não posso esquecer dos teus lábios .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso esquecer dos teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dedicatória &gt; Fran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um grande beijo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-2270880113266435674?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2270880113266435674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/aqueles-labios.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2270880113266435674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2270880113266435674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/aqueles-labios.html' title='Aqueles lábios...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeSoLcpG-FI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/H4gbMTiYgX0/s72-c/1238457990339_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-8441209174517205434</id><published>2009-04-11T14:10:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:34:10.787-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Aii se você soubesse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeDQTmcCt3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/uZsiyKQ7yZI/s1600-h/chuva_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeDQTmcCt3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/uZsiyKQ7yZI/s320/chuva_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323483794706184050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alguns pressentem a chuva; outros contentam-se em molhar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A amizade as vezes parece ser um fruto bom do qual colhemos das mais altas arvores perto das mais venenosas serpentes ,tentamos fazer algo pra sermos lembrados e esquecemos que pra sermos lembrados basta viver ,e viver não significa simplesmente existir ,mas sim amar ,sofrer,sorrir ,chorar .  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ficamos na chuva com o intuito de se molhar muito ,alem do mas quem nunca namoro na chuva na vida ?? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A chuva vem ,nos limpa de corpo e alma ,mas logo estamos sujos novamente . E sem saber o que fazer pra se manter limpo nos erramos ,e erramos ,e mais uma vez erramos .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sempre procuramos algo de bom e saudável pra fazermos ,porém acabamos passando por cima de pessoas amadas ,pessoas amigas. Tentamos fazer o bem e muitas vezes acabamos fazendo o mal ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas afinal o que há de errado em ser humano ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que há de errado em amar ? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor muitas vezes parece ser o pior dos sentimentos ,ele nos faz sofrer ,nos faz fazer besteiras ,chorar. E nós como plenos sadomazoquistas amamos novamente.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parecemos gostar de sofrer ,gostar de apanhar tanto do amor que procuramos ele novamente ,e as vezes até quando não procuramos ele acaba nos achando. É impressionante o que a mente humana é capaz de fazer .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que os olhos não vê ,o coração não sente ! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Putz que mentira...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quem invento essa maldita frase ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quem foi o canalha que invento essa maldita frase ? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será que ele nunca amou ninguém ,será que ele tem o coração de pedra ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quantas perguntas sem respostas ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O impressionante é ser humano ,não conseguimos manipular o nosso sentimento ,e mesmo se conseguíssemos não seriamos capazes de amar. Mas afinal o que é o amor ? E por que ele nos faz sofrer tanto ? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Run ,boa pergunta! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A melhor opção pra não sofrer é sermos amigos ,e mesmo assim acabamos sofrendo ,mas sofrendo juntos um com o outro. Por que amigo é pra todas as horas ,e como eu costumo falar ,quando você sorrir eu vou sorrir junto ,mas quando você chorar eu vou sorrir de você ,e lhe perguntarei o por que do choro se a vida não merece a lagrima que derrubamos por ela ...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E nossa ,esse é um momento especial! É hora de olhar para trás e ver por tudo o que já passamos. Sem dúvidas, muitas tristezas e conflitos mas, felizmente, por inúmeros bons momentos, de alegria, de vitórias e de cumplicidade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nós estamos juntos novamente ,e dessa vez espero que você esqueça a chuva e fique mais um pouco ,esqueça tudo o que passamos e vamos viver um novo hoje e um novo amanhã !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8441209174517205434?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8441209174517205434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/aii-se-voce-soubesse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8441209174517205434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8441209174517205434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/aii-se-voce-soubesse.html' title='Aii se você soubesse...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SeDQTmcCt3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/uZsiyKQ7yZI/s72-c/chuva_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-1549154660613328102</id><published>2009-04-10T17:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:30:32.318-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Quando eu me amei de verdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sd_BIWJLdoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lnGNnZS1rS0/s1600-h/quando%2Bme%2Bamei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sd_BIWJLdoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lnGNnZS1rS0/s320/quando%2Bme%2Bamei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323185633702409858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O amor é o sentimento dos seres imperfeitos, posto que a função do amor é levar o ser humano à perfeição. Como são sábios aqueles que se entregam às loucuras do amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me amei de verdade tive compreensão de que não importando a circunstância eu estava no lugar certo e na hora certa ,no momento exato...&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me amai de verdade tive compreensão de que minha angustia e meu sofrimento emocional não passava de um sinal que eu estava indo contra a parede&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me amei de verdade definitivamente parei de desejar uma vida melhor e diferente pra mim ,vi que tudo o que acontece ,acontece por alguma razão e coincide para o meu crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me amei de verdade comecei a me livrar de tudo e todos que não fossem saudáveis ,pessoas ,tarefas ,trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me amei de verdade ,desisti de estar sempre certo ,fazendo isso consegui errar menos ,machucar menos.&lt;br /&gt;Vi que a vida tem razão ,e que tudo não passava de algo em que nós queríamos ,algo da nossa mente.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me amei de verdade ,desisti de ficar revivendo o passado e comecei a viver o presente ,fazendo isso comecei a viver.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me amei de verdade me desapeguei daquelas coisas momentâneas que não passavam de minutos .&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me amei de verdade descobri que minha mente pode me atormentar ,mas meu coração tem o direito de amar ,amar intensamente ,amar !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-1549154660613328102?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/1549154660613328102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando-eu-me-amei-de-verdade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1549154660613328102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/1549154660613328102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando-eu-me-amei-de-verdade.html' title='Quando eu me amei de verdade...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sd_BIWJLdoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lnGNnZS1rS0/s72-c/quando%2Bme%2Bamei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-8530498225787684788</id><published>2009-04-09T23:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:17:48.028-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Daqui de cima tudo se transforma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sd6rpMfO9tI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FmU7byocTcg/s1600-h/olhos+verdes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sd6rpMfO9tI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FmU7byocTcg/s320/olhos+verdes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322880533813720786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A verdade é que não te amo com meus olhos que descobrem em ti mil defeitos, mas com meu coração, que ama o que os olhos desprezam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui de cima eu quase posso ver onde o arco-íris termina ...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Posso ver pessoas das quais não vejo desde o tempo de criança ,posso quase ver o fim do mar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Daqui de cima eu quase posso sentir a sua mão tocar a minha e os seus lábios molhados tocando aos meus .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Posso imaginar loucuras tão grandes quanto aquelas dos nossos sonhos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Daqui de cima o impossível quase se torna possível ,e todas aquelas loucuras da cidade –transito ,fumaça ,correria de lá pra cá– ficaram lá traz na estrada .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Consigo ver fadas ,duendes e gnomos num jardim tão florido e brilhando que chega a queimar as vistas de quem olha .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Daqui de cima eu me sinto livre pra ser quem eu quiser e o que eu quiser.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Daqui eu consigo estar com você ,mesmo eu estando do outro lado da telinha...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Passo noites a imaginar esse dia ,noites a tentar desvendar o que pode acontecer nesse encontro .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E daqui de cima eu simplesmente faço acontecer ,não do bola pra quem tenta me derrubar pelas costas...daqui de cima eu simplesmente abraço meu inimigo ,seja ele forte ou fraco ,temido ou um carrasco.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Daqui de cima eu crio asas pra voar e percorrer milhas e milhas de distancia ao encontro do meu amor ,consigo não julgar o livro pela capa ,consigo deixar todo preconceito de lado.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Posso até deixar de existir por um momento.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Daqui de cima tudo se transforma ,tudo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-8530498225787684788?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/8530498225787684788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/daqui-de-cima-tudo-se-transforma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8530498225787684788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/8530498225787684788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/daqui-de-cima-tudo-se-transforma.html' title='Daqui de cima tudo se transforma...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sd6rpMfO9tI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FmU7byocTcg/s72-c/olhos+verdes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-320654829085563536</id><published>2009-04-08T12:06:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:01:47.291-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aos que amo]'/><title type='text'>Tudo me leva a ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SdzG-95oPlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vRjbJQHr8W0/s1600-h/sb10068694a-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SdzG-95oPlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vRjbJQHr8W0/s320/sb10068694a-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347644715548242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tudo vale a pena quando a alma não é pequena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Olho a lua de cristal ,os galhos batendo a janela do meu quarto como se tivesse chamando minha atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Coloco minha mão no fogo ,me transformo em cinzas impalpáveis no corpo da lenha...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me leva a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Como se tudo que existe...&lt;br /&gt;Luz ,vento ,calor ,frio ,fossem pequenos barcos que navegam na imensidão do mar às ilhas tuas que esperam por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles lábios carnudos e avermelhados me vem a cabeça ,como água que retorna ao mar no fim de tudo ,você parece até ser da minha própria natureza ,uma flor que se destaca no imenso mar de rosas ,você é a única...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me leva a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Como se tudo que existe...&lt;br /&gt;Terra ,mar ,fogo ,alma ,fossem pequenos barcos que navegam na imensidão do mar às ilhas tuas que esperam por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas que caem em noites frias e turbulentas parecem um carma maior do que eu estou acostumado ver ,um carma do qual não sei explicar .As chamas ardentes penetrando minha pele como se tudo que vivemos e tentamos esquecer voltasse a tona...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me leva a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Como se tudo que existe...&lt;br /&gt;Rosas ,flores do campo ,ramos cecos e sem vida , fossem pequenos barcos que navegam na imensidão do mar às ilhas tuas que esperam por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida ou morte ?? Qual dói mais ??&lt;br /&gt;Eis a questão que não quer se calar ...Será que a vida é tão cruel a ponto de nos machucar durante todo esse tempo que ficamos acordados ?? Ou será que a morte é capaz de nos fazer esquecer tudo que se passou e a partir dali iniciar uma nova vida .&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal ,o que é vida e morte ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dedicatória~&gt; Becka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um grande beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4348558651594191164-320654829085563536?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/320654829085563536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/tudo-me-leva-ti.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/320654829085563536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/320654829085563536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/tudo-me-leva-ti.html' title='Tudo me leva a ti...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SdzG-95oPlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vRjbJQHr8W0/s72-c/sb10068694a-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-2762160654253454785</id><published>2009-04-05T21:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:22:57.514-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Não se esqueça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SdlRThpWOEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OQSPQbu1AxQ/s1600-h/sb10068703i-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SdlRThpWOEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OQSPQbu1AxQ/s320/sb10068703i-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321373830606108738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tudo que existe existe talvez porque outra coisa existe. Nada é, tudo coexiste: talvez assim seja certo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As vezes pensamos em nós mesmos como simples pessoas e não nos damos conta que antes que alguém nos acha uma pessoa boa ,nós devemos nos achar primeiro ...&lt;br /&gt;Não querendo ser modesto ou coisa parecida ,mas sim querendo ser completo por não ser. A vida muitas vezes é engraçadas e nos prega peças e sem que percebamos acaba nos levando ao ponto em que nunca pensávamos que iríamos chegar ,temos que fazer tudo aqui do qual temos vontade ,temos que pensar nas coisas boas da vida e nas ruins ,temos que viver intensamente sem se lamentar do q foi vivido e feito e finalmente temos q aprender que a vida acima de tudo é uma escola da qual nunca acaba e que não devemos temer a morte mais sim a vida ,a morte não irá nos fazer algo de ruim ,a morte será apenas início de uma nova vida e que nessa vida há sempre algo a ser feito ,a morte será apenas o sossego maior do fim da vida ao contrario do início . O início é sempre ruim ,alguém te puxa pela cabeça te tirando de um mundo de tranqüilidade e te trazendo ao mundo de desespero ,te trazendo pro mundo dos desesperados .&lt;br /&gt;Pensamos que a vida será boa se formos boa pra ela ,assim como as pessoas fingem ser boas com a gente e não acaba percebendo que a hipocrisia maior dela é com si mesmo e não os outros ,tentamos fazer algo de bom que possa nos deixar aliviado de toda culpa que temos ,de todo o  remorso sentido .&lt;br /&gt;A vida nos prega peças ,e como prega ,pra fugirmos disso entramos em um mundinho próprio tentando se esconder da realidade ,tentando ser uma pessoa melhor.&lt;br /&gt;A hipocrisia consigo próprio acaba sendo tanta que chegamos a um ponto em que tudo o que fazemos está bom ,que tudo o que fazemos está ótimo e esquecemos que existir é ruim. Colocamos viseira nos olhos e não enxergamos nada ao nosso redor ,não enxergamos as pessoas que nos amam ,as pessoas que se preocupam conosco e saímos pisando por cima de tudo e todos como pessoas irracionais e incapacitadas de viver se transformando em vegetal .&lt;br /&gt;Levante a cabeça ,vai a luta e se for preciso apanha pra isso acontecer ,apanhe . A vida começa com algo ruim ,mas com o decorrer dela tente mudar ,tente ser feliz ,a felicidade é a melhor coisa do mundo .&lt;br /&gt;E pra tudo isso acontecer não se esqueça de algo...&lt;br /&gt;Não se esqueça de viver...&lt;br /&gt;Viver!!&lt;br /&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/4348558651594191164-2762160654253454785?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/2762160654253454785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-se-esqueca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2762160654253454785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/2762160654253454785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-se-esqueca.html' title='Não se esqueça'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SdlRThpWOEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OQSPQbu1AxQ/s72-c/sb10068703i-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-4224486078101917768</id><published>2009-04-04T21:35:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:59:26.372-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aos que amo]'/><title type='text'>Ai que saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sdf9KVTwmRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/o81dd1fNKBI/s1600-h/sb10066363j-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vó ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348558651594191164-4224486078101917768?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/4224486078101917768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-que-saudade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/4224486078101917768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/4224486078101917768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-que-saudade.html' title='Ai que saudade...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sdf9KVTwmRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/o81dd1fNKBI/s72-c/sb10066363j-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-3407735019774250041</id><published>2009-04-03T00:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:27:35.492-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Jogados ao vento]'/><title type='text'>Destino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SdWBdoTmABI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9MdpQ4lciac/s1600-h/cardpreview_seguindo_o_destino_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SdWBdoTmABI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9MdpQ4lciac/s320/cardpreview_seguindo_o_destino_600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320300880843898898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Esquecer é uma necessidade. A vida é uma lousa, em que o destino, para escrever um novo caso, precisa de apagar o caso escrito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Segue o teu destino ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rega tuas plantas ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amas as tuas rosas ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ame quem te ama .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O destino as vezes ,nos fecha os olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A vida nos abre .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somos muitas vezes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apenas um cadáver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Digamos que pensemos assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se a vida me tira alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O que será de mim ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se algum dia ficarmos sem nos falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lembre que eu sempre estarei aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Independente do que foi feito ou ,dito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu estarei aqui !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E o destino ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O que é ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O destino é sinônimo de não ter escolha !!&lt;/span&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/4348558651594191164-3407735019774250041?l=desertodasflores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/feeds/3407735019774250041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/destino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3407735019774250041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348558651594191164/posts/default/3407735019774250041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertodasflores.blogspot.com/2009/04/destino.html' title='Destino...'/><author><name>Bruno Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209896237995504864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SiwB-a3m7sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MP0NznuLHB4/S220/DSC05824.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/SdWBdoTmABI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9MdpQ4lciac/s72-c/cardpreview_seguindo_o_destino_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348558651594191164.post-8798627926254065455</id><published>2009-03-28T21:55:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:55:50.104-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[Aos que amo]'/><title type='text'>Ela...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNwMKHHzMpc/Sc7H12LQDTI/AAAAAAAAANM/X3f_g0I-U3o/s1600-h/80281453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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