<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:08:36.082Z</updated><category term='canto de ossanha'/><title type='text'>ॐ Abstrato ॐ</title><subtitle type='html'>por Vanessa P.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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despir inteira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trocar de pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mudar as minhas digitais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu precisei me descobrir e ressurgir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tal qual a Fênix .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não me importa o que pensem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu tenho coragem de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu tenho coragem de me assumir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu não vou me esconder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu não vou desistir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tal qual a Fênix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para mim, sinceramente,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não me importa o que pensem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atire a primeira pedra,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vai atira!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3583225716517158632?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3583225716517158632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3583225716517158632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3583225716517158632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3583225716517158632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-u-precisei-me-despir-inteira-trocar.html' title='tal qual a ...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-7871406560904201671</id><published>2011-12-13T00:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:25:55.057Z</updated><title type='text'>retificado</title><content type='html'>Eu não acho que você seja meu&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que você sou eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-7871406560904201671?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/7871406560904201671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=7871406560904201671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7871406560904201671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7871406560904201671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-nao-acho-que-voce-seja-meu-eu-sei.html' title='retificado'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-7915834305464496414</id><published>2011-12-06T00:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:32:38.727Z</updated><title type='text'>pontuar pra quê ?</title><content type='html'>Na curva do destino na esquina desta vida eis que as nossas estradas se encontraram assim sem pontuação nenhuma pois a vírgula da vida o reticências as aspas a interrogação ou a exclamação é a gente quem dá por isso o ponto final não existe sinto muito te informar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-7915834305464496414?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/7915834305464496414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=7915834305464496414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7915834305464496414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7915834305464496414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/12/pontuar-pra-que.html' title='pontuar pra quê ?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-6521452689357454041</id><published>2011-12-02T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:19:14.069Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...se é uma dança eu te convido para dançar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-6521452689357454041?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/6521452689357454041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=6521452689357454041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6521452689357454041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6521452689357454041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-913298509129320039</id><published>2011-11-20T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:56:50.778Z</updated><title type='text'>ares de hortelã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; sentir por ti pulsa dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os ares de hortelã me acordando pela madrugada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os saberes insabidos de sua filosofia&amp;nbsp;e a sua conversa fiada estão aqui, escondidos em algum canto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pensei que conseguiria, mas não,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ainda não consigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fato é que a sua mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o seu toque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o seu cheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;passeiam vez por outra pelo meu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o sentir tem sido mais forte que o querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e isso não é bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Verônica Cortez )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-913298509129320039?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/913298509129320039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=913298509129320039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/913298509129320039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/913298509129320039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/11/ares-de-hortela.html' title='ares de hortelã'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-186266736525365484</id><published>2011-11-20T17:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:40:16.187Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O tempo cura.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vamos lá tempo, já está na hora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-186266736525365484?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/186266736525365484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=186266736525365484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/186266736525365484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/186266736525365484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-tempo-cura.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-714231656532073144</id><published>2011-11-16T00:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:59:23.317Z</updated><title type='text'>mundo mundo vasto mundo</title><content type='html'>É estranho querer e não poder ser lido exatamente com a intenção que o levou a escrever.&lt;div&gt;É estranho ter um canal pessoal de contação de sonhos, de causos e fatos (inventados ou não) e não poder expor determinadas coisas, exatamente o que se sente, exatamente o que se quer, dizer exatamente o que se quer dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É estranho o amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é estranho o barulho da gota de água batendo no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é estranho ventilador de teto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É estranho ainda* buscar caminhos para dizer que * Te amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É estranho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-714231656532073144?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/714231656532073144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=714231656532073144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/714231656532073144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/714231656532073144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/11/mundo-mundo-vasto-mundo.html' title='mundo mundo vasto mundo'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-7907658575728003997</id><published>2011-11-07T01:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T01:54:35.293Z</updated><title type='text'>testandooooooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>Eu me testo pra ver se ainda dói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Pasmem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda dói.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-7907658575728003997?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/7907658575728003997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=7907658575728003997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7907658575728003997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7907658575728003997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/11/testandooooooooooooooooo.html' title='testandooooooooooooooooo'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-170482978255949651</id><published>2011-10-20T01:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-20T01:47:26.521Z</updated><title type='text'>do tom</title><content type='html'>Eu não sei de tablet nenhum&lt;br /&gt;nem tão pouco iphone&lt;br /&gt;ipad&lt;br /&gt;ipede&lt;br /&gt;ipode&lt;br /&gt;ounãopode?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei de nada dessas tecnologices &lt;u&gt;caras&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;agora,&lt;br /&gt;me pergunta do mar&lt;br /&gt;do arco íris&lt;br /&gt;do ar&lt;br /&gt;da cor do girassol&lt;br /&gt;do tom do rouxinol&lt;br /&gt;da luz que vem do sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pergunta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-170482978255949651?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/170482978255949651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=170482978255949651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/170482978255949651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/170482978255949651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-tom.html' title='do tom'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-513322865544871445</id><published>2011-10-07T03:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-07T03:31:34.389Z</updated><title type='text'>oblíquo mal utilizado</title><content type='html'>É tão gostoso gostar-se&lt;div&gt;namorar-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passear-se por si mesma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa eu ir por esse caminho que há tanto tempo desejo seguir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;antes de descobrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e preciso descobrir-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-513322865544871445?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-4929022451355601951</id><published>2011-10-07T03:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-07T03:27:20.054Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no seu caderno sei que ainda estão&lt;div&gt;os versos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que eu fiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que ainda&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esperam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;resposta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-4929022451355601951?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/4929022451355601951/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3860596825818956139</id><published>2011-09-26T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:01:23.431Z</updated><title type='text'>em pedaços.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;espatifaram.&lt;div&gt;Pedacinhos tridimensionais de madeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;espatifaram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quebrou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rompeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cortou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não cola mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sutis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joguei pela janela da minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e agora eu sei que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3860596825818956139?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3860596825818956139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3860596825818956139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3860596825818956139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3860596825818956139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/09/em-pedacos.html' title='em pedaços.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-905488245011578836</id><published>2011-09-23T03:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-23T03:55:10.265Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.pétalas de primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;intensidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-905488245011578836?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/905488245011578836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=905488245011578836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/905488245011578836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/905488245011578836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-943478949791046709</id><published>2011-09-06T03:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-09-06T03:50:10.154Z</updated><title type='text'>aquele dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...igual ao dia em que eu rasguei meu amor próprio diante dos seus olhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-943478949791046709?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3868897128832332018</id><published>2011-08-30T02:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:49:21.596Z</updated><title type='text'>sede</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Revirar gavetas talvez seja a melhor maneira de revirar a vida. Chegou o momento de decidir o que deve ser guardado ou não. Não é fácil. Algumas lembranças e cheiros teimam em se esconder bem lá no fundo. É preciso virar, revirar e virar de novo, até que a limpeza seja efetivada. É preciso. É vital.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As energias precisam circular...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e eu ando com uma sede que não cabe em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3868897128832332018?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3868897128832332018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3868897128832332018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3868897128832332018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3868897128832332018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/08/sede.html' title='sede'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-4945199399868230398</id><published>2011-08-12T04:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-08-13T03:00:09.692Z</updated><title type='text'>Novela</title><content type='html'>Os capítulos outrora escritos&lt;br /&gt;Já foram reeditados:&lt;br /&gt;Novas datas&lt;br /&gt;Novos nomes&lt;br /&gt;Novos fatos&lt;br /&gt;Os atores não são mais os principais&lt;br /&gt;Os atores são fiéis personagens de si mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Aplausos,&lt;br /&gt;Vaias...&lt;br /&gt;Estão aí&lt;br /&gt;Peitos estufados&lt;br /&gt;Auras claras&lt;br /&gt;Prontos&lt;br /&gt;Prontos pra outra... (novela).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;é que às vezes os versos saem no papel assim meio sem querer. Nada de inspiração. Tudo de vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;varanda-andreia-novela&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/26938938-4945199399868230398?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/4945199399868230398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=4945199399868230398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4945199399868230398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4945199399868230398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/08/novela.html' title='Novela'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-6875154606612618952</id><published>2011-08-04T04:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-04T04:12:08.141Z</updated><title type='text'>dessa vez eu vou a pé</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;orações que trazem dentro de si outras vivências,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;outros amores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;outras dores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É assim que a vida caminha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessa tal arte do encontro vale tudo, ou quase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funciona como um oi, você por aqui outra vez?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veio se aventurar novamente nessa 4a dimensão que chamamos de relacionamento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá preparado? Olha que não é mole não , hein...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é tão gostoso sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aconchegar-se num colo teu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tudo tão imprevisível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas, é assim que a vida caminha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e se a vida caminha assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu vou a pé dessa vez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;pé ante pé&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;passo após passo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calmamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apreciando as paisagens que nossos olhares nos proporcionam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;observando cada jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pactuando cada vez mais comigo mesma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;procurando encontrar sem medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem dilemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquilo que chamam amor*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* não resisti e coloquei essa frase do Lulu...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-6875154606612618952?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/6875154606612618952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=6875154606612618952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6875154606612618952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6875154606612618952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/08/dessa-vez-eu-vou-pe.html' title='dessa vez eu vou a pé'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-7813977489126923071</id><published>2011-08-01T20:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:58:23.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Filha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;la está a mais de 40 minutos no quarto, assistindo o seu canal de desenhos favorito. Eu, atarefada, aproveito esse momento para colocar um pouco de ordem na casa. Casa que tem criança é uma loucura em transe, uma alegria, uma feira, uma gritaria, som, som e sons. Numa de minhas passadas pelo quarto para me certificar se está tudo bem me deparo com Ela, sentadinha, de pernas cruzadas, mãos no queixo, prestando uma atenção na história que contavam na TV. Senti medo. Ela está crescendo. Está se colocando cada vez mais no mundo. A personalidade está se manifestando mais a cada dia. Ela é engraçada, &amp;nbsp;inteligente, esperta,carinhosa,contestadora,pirracentinha, simpática, graciosa, charmosa, desinibida, faladeira, faladeira e faladeira. Assim é Joana. Adora música, adora cantar, dançar, brinca com as bonecas, conversa com os ursinhos, conta história. Adora livros, é de uma cor linda e de um cheiro... Hmm... cheirinho doce, parecido com cheiro de nuvem... Ela sabe como falar comigo. Veio agora pouco dizendo: mamãe, mamãe quero colo de neném... Morri. Colo de neném é quando eu a coloco no colo, deitadinha, &amp;nbsp;como quando ela tinha 4 meses de idade e cabia no meu braço. Faço carinho, aperto a bochecha, dou um cheirinho e solto no chão de novo. Vá , minha filha. Viva. Seja feliz. Realize-se. Cuide bem deu caminho. Regue seu jardim. A mamãe estará aqui pra te ajudar. Sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-7813977489126923071?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/7813977489126923071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=7813977489126923071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7813977489126923071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7813977489126923071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/08/filha.html' title='Filha'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-8885213325220188038</id><published>2011-07-21T03:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-07-21T03:30:15.465Z</updated><title type='text'>_-_-_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;E eu vou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Esquecer de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;As dores do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Não quero saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Quem fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Mas sim quem sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;E eu vou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Esquecer de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;As dores do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Só quero saber do seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Do nosso amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;( as dores do mundo, &amp;nbsp;Hyldon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inspiradíssimo ele... Na rua, na chuva na fazenda... Salve Hyldon!&lt;/b&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/26938938-8885213325220188038?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/8885213325220188038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=8885213325220188038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8885213325220188038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8885213325220188038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='_-_-_-'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-4355468831059369763</id><published>2011-07-21T03:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-07-21T03:11:35.872Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Os Santos e os heróis ainda não residem na Terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somos espíritos humanos, mistos de luz e sombra, amor e egoísmo, inteligência e ignorância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada homem, na fase evolutiva que nos encontramos,traz uma auréola incompleta de rei e uma espada de tirano." &amp;nbsp; ( &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emmanuel &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- Chico Xavier )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-4355468831059369763?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/4355468831059369763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=4355468831059369763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4355468831059369763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4355468831059369763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/07/os-santos-e-os-herois-ainda-nao-residem.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-4473217661079727542</id><published>2011-07-11T16:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:37:47.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Recado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindo o cd da Maíra Freitas! Lindo ! Ouvi hoje praticamente o dia todo.&lt;br /&gt;Destaque para a música Recado ( Gonzaguinha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que é essa música?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É viver e aprender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vá viver e entender, malandro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vai compreender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vá tratar de viver!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radio.uol.com.br/#/musica/maira-freitas/recado/248317"&gt;http://www.radio.uol.com.br/#/musica/maira-freitas/recado/248317&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/26938938-4473217661079727542?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/4473217661079727542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=4473217661079727542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4473217661079727542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4473217661079727542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/07/recado.html' title='Recado'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-1110217965164892690</id><published>2011-07-07T02:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-07-07T02:49:20.866Z</updated><title type='text'>de luar</title><content type='html'>tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;calmo&lt;br /&gt;fiel ao que se era&lt;br /&gt;ao que se é&lt;br /&gt;ao que se quer ser&lt;br /&gt;não existe o forte&lt;br /&gt;existe a força&lt;br /&gt;e dela emanam os nossos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Não existe a luz&lt;br /&gt;existem raios&lt;br /&gt;de sol&lt;br /&gt;de lua&lt;br /&gt;de luar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Va&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-1110217965164892690?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/1110217965164892690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=1110217965164892690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1110217965164892690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1110217965164892690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/07/de-luar.html' title='de luar'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-5376839028139047188</id><published>2011-06-28T02:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-06-28T02:08:04.922Z</updated><title type='text'>pronômica - poema antigo -</title><content type='html'>Procure pois nossos hiatos&lt;br /&gt;e os transforme em ditongos&lt;br /&gt;quiçá tritongos&lt;br /&gt;nós dois&lt;br /&gt;combinações&lt;br /&gt;aglutinações&lt;br /&gt;semanticamente confidentes&lt;br /&gt;sintaticamentes sorridentes&lt;br /&gt;pegue então nosso léxico&lt;br /&gt;e o transforme em sexo&lt;br /&gt;(selvagem)&lt;br /&gt;paradigmas, sintagmas&lt;br /&gt;enigmas e metáforas&lt;br /&gt;eu e você&lt;br /&gt;pronomicamente próprios,&lt;br /&gt;sintaticamente morfológicos&lt;br /&gt;uma conjugação de verbos anômalos perfeita..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-5376839028139047188?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/5376839028139047188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=5376839028139047188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/5376839028139047188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/5376839028139047188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/06/pronomica-poema-antigo.html' title='pronômica - poema antigo -'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-6785116000304436157</id><published>2011-06-24T18:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-06-24T18:31:16.362Z</updated><title type='text'>Idéia e coisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma idéia não é nada mais que um amontoado de letras, nada mais que uma paróxitona se não for transformada numa coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Qualquer coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Uma idéia por si só não pode dizer nada. Uma idéia não diz nada até ser algo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Não existe nada mais abstrato do que uma idéia, em contrapartida, não há nada mais concreto que uma coisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papo de doido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e quem são os doidos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aqueles que tiveram as idéias mais esquisitas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou aqueles que disseram para estes que sua idéia era uma coisa impossível?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boa tarde, gente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um dia eu páro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Va)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-6785116000304436157?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/6785116000304436157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=6785116000304436157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6785116000304436157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6785116000304436157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/06/ideia-e-coisa.html' title='Idéia e coisa'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-628805874769093330</id><published>2011-06-23T03:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-06-23T03:18:28.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Reinvente-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reinventar-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mudar o rumo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sair do mesmo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do possível,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buscar o difícil,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;romper barreiras,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reerguer sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afinal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A matéria da vida é simples e maleável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;basta querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;digo isso porque tenho mirado nas estrelas... E é lá que eu quero morar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-628805874769093330?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/628805874769093330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=628805874769093330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/628805874769093330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/628805874769093330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/06/reivente-se.html' title='Reinvente-se'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-4077291753453295009</id><published>2011-06-15T02:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-06-15T02:33:59.828Z</updated><title type='text'>depois de ter você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px;"&gt;... e amar, e sonhar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px;"&gt; e re amar e sonhar de novo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px;"&gt; e só parar de acreditar quando achar que viver não vale mais a pena. E por enquanto, eu tenho a plena certeza que a vida é da cor e tem o gosto que a gente escolhe. A cor que eu escolhi é aquela que a gente só consegue enxergar de cima das nuvens... E o gosto... Ah... O gosto é doce. Doce como o seu olhar. Doce e febril como o seu olhar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px;"&gt;( Va )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="height: 15px;"&gt;Depois de Ter Você&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/5j9d3_WEKGk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5j9d3_WEKGk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5j9d3_WEKGk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt; Depois de ter você, &lt;br /&gt;Pra quê querer saber que horas são?&lt;br /&gt;Se é noite ou faz calor?&lt;br /&gt;Se estamos no verão?&lt;br /&gt;Se o sol virá ou não?&lt;br /&gt;Ou pra quê é que serve uma canção como essa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter você, &lt;br /&gt;Poetas para quê? Os deuses? As dúvidas?&lt;br /&gt;Pra quê amendoeiras pelas ruas?&lt;br /&gt;Para quê servem as ruas?&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter 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/26938938-4077291753453295009?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/4077291753453295009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=4077291753453295009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4077291753453295009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4077291753453295009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/06/depois-de-ter-voce.html' title='depois de ter você'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-2806590672431478809</id><published>2011-06-13T02:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-06-13T02:52:31.429Z</updated><title type='text'>única dona</title><content type='html'>dona dos meus desejos&lt;br /&gt;dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;das minhas realidades e verdades (inventadas ou não)&lt;br /&gt;dona de cada pedacinho de caminho escolhido&lt;br /&gt;dona de cada erro&lt;br /&gt;de cada acerto&lt;br /&gt;de cada vírgula do que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztE8E84u2ZQ/TfV7L0T0vZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/d74YqbXPjsY/s1600/saothome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztE8E84u2ZQ/TfV7L0T0vZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/d74YqbXPjsY/s200/saothome.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dona do que me conheço&lt;br /&gt;do que em mim desconheço&lt;br /&gt;do que amanheço&lt;br /&gt;do que mereço&lt;br /&gt;de cada lágrima&lt;br /&gt;de cada riso&lt;br /&gt;de cada gota que de mim escorre&lt;br /&gt;de cada líquido que de mim transborda&lt;br /&gt;de cada paixão que de mim aflora &lt;br /&gt;dona&lt;br /&gt;a única dona &lt;br /&gt;dona de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-2806590672431478809?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/2806590672431478809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=2806590672431478809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2806590672431478809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2806590672431478809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/06/unica-dona.html' title='única dona'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztE8E84u2ZQ/TfV7L0T0vZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/d74YqbXPjsY/s72-c/saothome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-1061280922829784921</id><published>2011-06-13T02:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-06-13T02:30:50.000Z</updated><title type='text'>da comercialidade da arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dois exemplos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;só exemplos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e olha que eu nem seu careta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;muito pelo contrário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;arte enquanto objeto comercial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;money, money, money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peugeot e Vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já postei isso há alguns anos...mas... resolvi repetir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gostaria de saber se sou só eu,&amp;nbsp; que vê semelhança nas letras das  músicas, "O que Será "do Chico Buarque e a música " Águas de Março " de  Tom Jobim. As duas falam da mesma coisa. Na primeira ele pergunta o que é  e na segunda ele afirma o que é. Mas é o quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/q0RjFhymjho/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0RjFhymjho&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0RjFhymjho&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/E1tOV7y94DY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1tOV7y94DY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1tOV7y94DY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-5465089235398079062?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/5465089235398079062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=5465089235398079062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/5465089235398079062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/5465089235398079062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-sera.html' title='O que será e Águas de Março.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-1271121137606308284</id><published>2011-06-07T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-06-07T16:06:36.321Z</updated><title type='text'>Boneca Preta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Numa dessas lojas de brinquedo uma mãe com a filha. Eu do lado um pouco distraída escolhendo um presente pra minha, eis que ouço:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"- mãe, boneca preta eu não quero!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( respirei. fundo. doeu um pouquinho o peito, mas... respirei fundo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mãe da criança chama o vendedor e fala :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"- Oi? Nossa ! Por que vocês insistem em vender essas bonecas? As crianças não gostam! Boneca tem que ser loirinha !!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhei para a face da pessoa, dei um sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela , sem graça , falou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"- ahh, não, você não é preta, você é morena. Morenona. Bonita! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( é verdade, nada é tão ruim que não possa piorar...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Virei pra ela e me apresentei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boa tarde. Eu não sou morena, nem morenona. Sou negra. Bonita eu sou mesmo, mas dispenso seus elogios pois não preciso deles. Sabe porque eles insistem em vender bonecas pretas, negras, ou falando no seu linguajar para que você entenda melhor,morenonas?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela não respondeu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu insisti. Insisti porque tem momentos que não dá pra fazermos simplesmente cara de paisagem e fingir que não ouviu, Não dá. Comigo não funciona assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"- eles vendem bonecas pretas porque existem crianças de todos os tipos. Pretas, brancas, de cabelo vermelho, de cabelo preto, de cabelo loiro. Cabelo cacheado, pixaim, rastafari, liso e por aí vai. A sua filha por exemplo está muito mais próxima de parecer com essa boneca preta do que com uma loirinha. E olha, não quero que você me entenda mal, não estou dizendo que criança branca tem que brincar com boneca branca ou vice e versa. Muito pelo contrário. Estou dizendo que tem que haver sim boneca de todos os tipos &amp;nbsp;para que as crianças possam brincar com todas . É uma questão de identificação. Na verdade, você me desculpe, eu nem falo isso por você não, eu falo isso pela sua filha, que ainda é criança e está absorvendo toda essa carga preconceituosa que vê em casa. Se você levar sua filha ao médico, por exemplo, e ele for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;" Morenão", negro, preto, pelo visto, você fará a mesma observação? Médico tem que ser loiro também? E professor? Você sabia que eu sou professora? Enfim. Existe uma coisa chamada, ser humano, e ser humano independe de cor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Passe bem."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e fui embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esvaziada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-1271121137606308284?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/1271121137606308284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=1271121137606308284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1271121137606308284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1271121137606308284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/06/boneca-preta.html' title='Boneca Preta'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-8985162759088073901</id><published>2011-06-07T02:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-06-10T03:21:49.704Z</updated><title type='text'>Elisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não me canso de ler e reler, a maravilhosa Elisa Lucinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Moço, cuidado com ela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;há de se ter cautela..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="style5" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aviso da Lua que menstrua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Moço, cuidado com ela!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Há que se ter cautela com esta gente que menstrua...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagine uma cachoeira às avessas:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cada ato que faz, o corpo confessa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cuidado, moço&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;às vezes parece erva, parece hera&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cuidado com essa gente que gera&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;essa gente que se metamorfoseia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;metade legível, metade sereia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Barriga cresce, explode humanidades&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e ainda volta pro lugar que é o mesmo lugar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;mas é outro lugar, aí é que está:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cada palavra dita, antes de dizer, homem, reflita..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sua boca maldita não sabe que cada palavra é ingrediente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;que vai cair no mesmo planeta panela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cuidado com cada letra que manda pra ela!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tá acostumada a viver por dentro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;transforma fato em elemento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a tudo refoga, ferve, frita&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ainda sangra tudo no próximo mês.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cuidado moço, quando cê pensa que escapou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;é que chegou a sua vez!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Porque sou muito sua amiga&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;é que tô falando na "vera"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;conheço cada uma, além de ser uma delas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você que saiu da fresta dela&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;delicada força quando voltar a ela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não vá sem ser convidado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ou sem os devidos cortejos..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Às vezes pela ponte de um beijo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;já se alcança a "cidade secreta"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a Atlântida perdida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Outras vezes várias metidas e mais se afasta dela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cuidado, moço, por você ter uma cobra entre as pernas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cai na condição de ser displicente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;diante da própria serpente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ela é uma cobra de avental&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não despreze a meditação doméstica&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É da poeira do cotidiano&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;que a mulher extrai filosofando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cozinhando, costurando e você chega com a mão no bolso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;julgando a arte do almoço: Eca!...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você que não sabe onde está sua cueca?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah, meu cão desejado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tão preocupado em rosnar, ladrar e latir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;então esquece de morder devagar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;esquece de saber curtir, dividir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E aí quando quer agredir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;chama de vaca e galinha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;São duas dignas vizinhas do mundo daqui!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O que você tem pra falar de vaca?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O que você tem eu vou dizer e não se queixe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;VACA é sua mãe. De leite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vaca e galinha...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ora, não ofende. Enaltece, elogia:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;comparando rainha com rainha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;óvulo, ovo e leite&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pensando que está agredindo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;que tá falando palavrão imundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tá, não, homem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tá citando o princípio do mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-8985162759088073901?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/8985162759088073901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=8985162759088073901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8985162759088073901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8985162759088073901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/06/elisa.html' title='Elisa'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-6061426553442332381</id><published>2011-06-06T14:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:31:24.657Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bom Dia!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-4194863237592973185</id><published>2011-05-25T03:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-05-25T03:29:25.238Z</updated><title type='text'>erro, acerto, tentativas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;porque tudo mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;só depende de nós&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;não tem jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;só depende de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o sucesso profissional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;tudo só depende de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;para todos aqueles&amp;nbsp; que julgam perdida uma ovelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;não julguem !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a vida nos ensina, nos mostra, nos absolve e nos compreende...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;não percam tempo com constatações e diagnósticos imprecisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;não percam!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;apenas vivam e deixem viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;olhem para dentro de si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;convenhamos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;você também não é perfeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(sem os erros não há tentativas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e sem tentativas não há acertos...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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tentativas...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-908913540756712414</id><published>2011-05-24T02:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-05-24T02:07:29.135Z</updated><title type='text'>e se...</title><content type='html'>e se deixou de amar é porque na verdade nunca amou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;como é que funciona isso, alguém sabe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-908913540756712414?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;tensão flutuante no rio....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tome esta canção como um beijo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/wm6nrbB_tyA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wm6nrbB_tyA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wm6nrbB_tyA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-8280841723997869521</id><published>2011-05-19T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:06:28.608Z</updated><title type='text'>?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; curiosidade chega a ser curiosa&lt;br /&gt;o que será?&lt;br /&gt;como será?&lt;br /&gt;que gosto tem?&lt;br /&gt;qual a cor dos seus sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;e dos seus olhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;descobrirei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vap)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-8280841723997869521?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3832709977958241519</id><published>2011-05-17T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:35:48.532Z</updated><title type='text'>não faça bem, mas que também não faça mal, apenas, uma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/rF-m0s0qT-Y/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rF-m0s0qT-Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rF-m0s0qT-Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acho que estou pedindo uma coisa normal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Felicidade é um bem natural !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cicatrizes ( Miltinho / Paulo César Pinheiro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amor que nunca cicatriza&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos ameniza a dor&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não amenizou&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida a dor domina&lt;br /&gt;Arrasa e arruína&lt;br /&gt;Depois passa por cima a dor&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de outro amor&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou pedindo uma coisa normal&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é um bem natural&lt;br /&gt;Uma, qualquer uma&lt;br /&gt;Que pelo menos dure enquanto é carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer uma&lt;br /&gt;Não faça bem&lt;br /&gt;Mas que também não faça mal&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração precisa&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos ameniza a dor&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não amenizou&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida dor domina&lt;br /&gt;Arrasa e arruína&lt;br /&gt;Depois passa por cima a dor&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de outro amor&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou pedindo uma coisa normal&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é um bem natural&lt;br /&gt;Uma, qualquer uma&lt;br /&gt;Que pelo menos dure enquanto é carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer uma&lt;br /&gt;Não faça bem&lt;br /&gt;Mas que também não faça mal...&lt;div 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grita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( vap)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3213645775973965874?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3213645775973965874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3213645775973965874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3213645775973965874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3213645775973965874'/><link 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/&gt;tudo é sensação&lt;br /&gt;tudo é a realidade que finalmente se realiza&lt;br /&gt;UFA&lt;br /&gt;realidade&lt;br /&gt;repito&lt;br /&gt;re&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;li&lt;br /&gt;da&lt;br /&gt;de&lt;br /&gt;é tão bom sentir...&lt;br /&gt;(vap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única realidade da vida é, incontestavelmente, a sensação. Sinta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-8615365990641567576?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/8615365990641567576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=8615365990641567576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8615365990641567576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8615365990641567576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/05/farois.html' 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type='text'>reset</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Resetar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;preciso resetar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-7498579762859678291?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/7498579762859678291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=7498579762859678291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7498579762859678291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7498579762859678291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/05/reset.html' title='reset'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-9021704444524592316</id><published>2011-05-06T01:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-05-06T01:19:47.372Z</updated><title type='text'>assim ó                      até o infinito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fui lá conjugar o verbo no infinito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não sei se volto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não sei se fico &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas vou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tentarei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mais uma vez tentarei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não sei se vou acertar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;só sei que vou amar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e re amar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e amar de novo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quantas vezes forem necessárias&lt;/i&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( vap)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Salve Vinícius de Moraes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O verbo no Infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser criado, gerar-se, transformar&lt;br /&gt;o amor em carne e a carne em amor; nascer&lt;br /&gt;respirar, e chorar, e adormecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e se nutrir para poder chorar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para poder nutrir-se; e despertar&lt;br /&gt;um dia à luz e ver, ao mundo, e ouvir&lt;br /&gt;e começar a amar e sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e então sorrir para poder chorar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e crescer, e saber, e ser e haver&lt;br /&gt;e perder, e sofrer, e ter horror&lt;br /&gt;de ser e amar, e se sentir maldito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e esquecer tudo ao vir um novo amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e viver esse amor até morrer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e ir conjugar o verbo no infinito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Vinícius de Moraes )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-9021704444524592316?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/9021704444524592316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=9021704444524592316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/9021704444524592316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/9021704444524592316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/05/assim-o-ate-o-infinito.html' title='assim ó                      até o infinito...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-1392150449402516216</id><published>2011-04-30T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:16:58.228Z</updated><title type='text'>um pouco da maravilhosa Cora Coralina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não sei... Se a vida é curta&lt;br /&gt;Ou longa demais pra nós,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que nada do que vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Tem sentido, se não tocamos o coração das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser:&lt;br /&gt;Colo que acolhe,&lt;br /&gt;Braço que envolve,&lt;br /&gt;Palavra que conforta,&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio que respeita,&lt;br /&gt;Alegria que contagia,&lt;br /&gt;Lágrima que corre,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar que acaricia,&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que sacia,&lt;br /&gt;Amor que promove.&lt;br /&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo,&lt;br /&gt;É o que dá sentido à vida.&lt;br /&gt;É o que faz com que ela&lt;br /&gt;Não seja nem curta,&lt;br /&gt;Nem longa demais,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja intensa,&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeira, pura... Enquanto durar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cora Coralina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-1392150449402516216?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/1392150449402516216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=1392150449402516216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1392150449402516216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1392150449402516216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-pouco-da-maravilhosa-cora-coralina.html' title='um pouco da maravilhosa Cora Coralina...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-8531130881018184649</id><published>2011-04-28T21:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:39:03.441Z</updated><title type='text'>vim te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; eu que já não sei fazer verso,optei pelo inverso... &lt;br /&gt;( vap)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vim te versos a mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;senso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sensorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sensorialmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;imersa dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;busco respostas para perguntas antes não perguntadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;afinal, o que são perguntas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;se não forem perguntadas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;não são perguntas.são inquietações.aflições.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sensorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;me acumulo de amor e dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;experimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;lamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;busco paradigmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(decifro) enigmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;apareço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mereço (ser feliz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;senso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sensorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sensorialmente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(diretamente do pátio do CCBB - Vap)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-8531130881018184649?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/8531130881018184649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=8531130881018184649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8531130881018184649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8531130881018184649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/04/vim-te.html' title='vim te'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-7620006961062572230</id><published>2011-04-27T04:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-04-27T04:05:08.598Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pronunciar um&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; u&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; t&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp; m&amp;nbsp; o&lt;br /&gt;é fácil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero ver sentir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-7620006961062572230?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/7620006961062572230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=7620006961062572230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7620006961062572230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7620006961062572230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/04/pronunciar-um-e-u-t-e-m-o-e-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-40215844928473059</id><published>2011-04-24T02:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-04-24T02:37:00.779Z</updated><title type='text'>o conto do descaminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;.e viva o exercício da palavra. mais uma bela ferramenta de escrita, o conto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;ogaram as sementinhas no chão para não perderem o caminho de volta pra casa. Afinal, voltar pra casa era o verdadeiro sonho deles. Voltar pra casa, sãos e salvos, talvez menos sãos do que deveriam, mas salvos e entregues um ao outro. Pois é, mas não foi assim que funcionou. As sementinhas que serviriam para guiá-los foram comidas pelos passarinhos e na hora da volta depararam-se com o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;" descaminho". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Péssima idéia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perderam-se nas tentativas de se acharem. Apagaram os infinitivos dos verbos. Esqueceram do princípio de tudo.&amp;nbsp;Findou-se a essência. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E sem essência&amp;nbsp;não há flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem flor não há rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e sem rosa não há amor que resista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Este é apenas mais um daqueles contos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que o destino escreve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e se o destino escreveu assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a gente tem mesmo é que tratar de assinar embaixo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com firma reconhecida e tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-40215844928473059?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-5469633287524962763</id><published>2011-04-23T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:32:33.596Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;em por aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;o caminho pode ser mais difícil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mais perigoso e complicado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;afinal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;eu sou dessas que dá trabalho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mas vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;vem que vai valer a pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;vem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;assim como o Geraldo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;eu te prometo o sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;se ele sair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;prometo sorrisos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;conversas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e mãos dadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Aliás, mais do que mãos dadas eu prometo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;almas dadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;vem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/26938938-5469633287524962763?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-4921603660659142642</id><published>2011-04-23T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:08:04.499Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quase um de frente com Gabi... quase...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foi melhor assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foi melhor o quase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse quase já me fez um estraaaaaaaaaaaaago... só eu sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/26938938-4921603660659142642?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/4921603660659142642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=4921603660659142642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4921603660659142642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4921603660659142642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/04/quase-um-de-frente-com-gabi.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-9051503869354422250</id><published>2011-04-22T02:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:10:43.042Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a história não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;continua sempre que você responde sim&lt;br /&gt;a sua imaginação..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a arte de sorrir&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que o mundo diz não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;eu não vou desistir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-9051503869354422250?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/9051503869354422250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=9051503869354422250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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há tempo de recomeçar... Mãos à obra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-6467387657791703988?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/6467387657791703988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=6467387657791703988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6467387657791703988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6467387657791703988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2011/04/plural-como-o-universo.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-5332792821375358033</id><published>2010-12-25T04:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T04:21:31.407Z</updated><title type='text'>(des)alinhados pensamentos natalinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;unto com o Natal vem todo aquele sentimento bom de reconstrução, de paz, de felicidade anunciada, de semente, de corrente para o bem... junto com o Natal vem a saudade de tempos de outrora,mas também a certeza de que o que for sólido e verdadeiro se manterá. Junto com o Natal vem a criança linda e sadia, que corre pela casa em busca de mais presentes.Junto com o Natal vem a união, a reflexão e a essência de todas as coisas. Ora, a essência de todas as coisas. O Natal nos faz pensar na essência. O que é essencial para você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Junto com o Natal vem os amigos, os amores, os entes e parentes. Natal. Abraços.Laços. Lições.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;em off...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O ser humano nasce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cresce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;erra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;erra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;evolui&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;acerta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;erra mais uma vez&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;se apaixona&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;erra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;acerta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;acerta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;acerta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;erra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;acerta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pari&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;erra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;acerta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;acerta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;erra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pausa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;perdão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;evolui&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;morre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então é NAtal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o que você fez?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ainda bem que o ano termina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nasce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OUTRA VEZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-5332792821375358033?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/5332792821375358033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-4384944078785136394</id><published>2010-12-19T23:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:56:03.122Z</updated><title type='text'>novo</title><content type='html'>novo ar&lt;br /&gt;novo amar&lt;br /&gt;novo lar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-4384944078785136394?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/4384944078785136394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=4384944078785136394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-4897362870784954152?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/4897362870784954152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=4897362870784954152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4897362870784954152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4897362870784954152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/12/suingando-suingando-suingando-suingando.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3330191028619284166</id><published>2010-12-14T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T12:54:07.711Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cansei de ser facebooker&lt;br /&gt;ou facebookiana.&lt;br /&gt;book&lt;br /&gt;book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3330191028619284166?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3330191028619284166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3330191028619284166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3330191028619284166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3330191028619284166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/12/cansei-de-ser-facebooker-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-4455610671723525699</id><published>2010-12-09T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:28:34.218Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um abraço&lt;br /&gt;e ponto&lt;br /&gt;e fim.&lt;br /&gt;um arrepio&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;uma lágrima&lt;br /&gt;uma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;e ponto e fim&lt;br /&gt;e vou trabalhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-4455610671723525699?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/4455610671723525699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=4455610671723525699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4455610671723525699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4455610671723525699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-abraco-e-ponto-e-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-7024582846696298317</id><published>2010-12-07T16:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:59:01.882Z</updated><title type='text'>sem sentido.</title><content type='html'>é mais ou menos como a se a gente tivesse falando sozinho quando não gostaria de estar.&lt;br /&gt;como se faltasse um pedaço&lt;br /&gt;como se estivesse com sede o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;ou fome&lt;br /&gt;ou dor&lt;br /&gt;é como se tivesse sonhando&lt;br /&gt;ou pesadelando&lt;br /&gt;ou quase isso.&lt;br /&gt;é como se faltasse o ar&lt;br /&gt;e voltasse o ar&lt;br /&gt;é como quando a gente toma aquele caldo na praia&lt;br /&gt;e perde o prumo&lt;br /&gt;e perde o tino&lt;br /&gt;e levanta assim com o corpo cheio de areia&lt;br /&gt;com a barriga esfolada&lt;br /&gt;o joelho ardendo e o rosto tapado , rezando pra ninguém estar olhando&lt;br /&gt;é como uma agonia grande&lt;br /&gt;uma taquicardia&lt;br /&gt;uma epidemia que vem varrendo a gente...&lt;br /&gt;foi tudo varrido&lt;br /&gt;e está tudo amontoado no canto da sala&lt;br /&gt;é preciso separar o lixo&lt;br /&gt;o que presta&lt;br /&gt;do que se ainda quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é preciso saber o que se AINDA quer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-7024582846696298317?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/7024582846696298317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=7024582846696298317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7024582846696298317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7024582846696298317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/12/sem-sentido.html' title='sem sentido.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-2746035314390036303</id><published>2010-12-07T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:44:08.868Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ela grita&lt;br /&gt;grita&lt;br /&gt;e não é ouvida&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja a a hora de parar&lt;br /&gt;de realmente aquietar&lt;br /&gt;de realmente esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;pra quê insistir?&lt;br /&gt;quando a saudade explodir&lt;br /&gt;um bom banho de água fria talvez resolva.&lt;br /&gt;quando o choro de súbito inundar o rosto&lt;br /&gt;é só pegar uma boa quantidade de papel e enxugar...&lt;br /&gt;enxuga&lt;br /&gt;enxuga&lt;br /&gt;enxuga&lt;br /&gt;que qualquer dia sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# e que sare logo, viu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-2746035314390036303?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/2746035314390036303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=2746035314390036303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2746035314390036303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2746035314390036303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/12/ela-grita-grita-e-nao-e-ouvida-talvez.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-7968420710686073610</id><published>2010-11-26T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:32:12.891Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>repaginando a vida&lt;br /&gt;não tem jeito&lt;br /&gt;só mesmo repaginando a vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-7968420710686073610?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/7968420710686073610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=7968420710686073610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7968420710686073610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/7968420710686073610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/11/repaginando-vida-nao-tem-jeito-so-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3404987912084557463</id><published>2010-11-07T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:14:17.323Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gente sempre faz planos pro ano que vem... eu não. Meus planos são para esse ano. Após a guinada de um milhão de graus eu já começo desde agora, desde já a mudar a vida. Levantei e sigo em frente. É tanta coisa a ser resolvida que por um momento me sinto perdida. Será que consigo dar conta de tudo? Sim. Consigo. Conseguirei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lá no fundo tem uma luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e é nela que eu vou chegar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bom domingo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3404987912084557463?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3404987912084557463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3404987912084557463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3404987912084557463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3404987912084557463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/11/gente-sempre-faz-planos-pro-ano-que-vem.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-2484672850360775355</id><published>2010-11-07T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:33:13.637Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e sem querer deixa eu pensar que me aceitou&lt;br /&gt;ou que talvez, eu seja agora, um novo amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-2484672850360775355?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/2484672850360775355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=2484672850360775355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2484672850360775355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2484672850360775355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-sem-querer-deixa-eu-pensar-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-2195047450965835978</id><published>2010-11-04T15:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T15:24:28.728Z</updated><title type='text'>e assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sabia que eu te amo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;assim ó: ( juntando o indicador no polegar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;ué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;desse tamaninho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;só que meu amor começa aqui nesse dedo indicador, dá a volta no universo todo e pára aqui no polegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eu te amo do tamanho do universo todinho...&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/26938938-2195047450965835978?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/2195047450965835978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=2195047450965835978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2195047450965835978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2195047450965835978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-assim.html' title='e assim...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-5484491269464056661</id><published>2010-11-04T14:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:47:35.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nem precisa ser agora&lt;br /&gt;deixa a vida correr...&lt;br /&gt;que a gente se encontra e vê qual vai ser&lt;br /&gt;a gente se encontra&lt;br /&gt;e vê...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-5484491269464056661?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/5484491269464056661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=5484491269464056661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/5484491269464056661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/5484491269464056661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/11/nem-precisa-ser-agora-deixa-vida-correr.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-2583649924448485665</id><published>2010-11-03T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:21:08.385Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Procuro forças para enfrentar os problemas na minha criança, na minha linda filha, que sorri para mim e tenta me alegrar quando uma lágrima começa a cair. Não posso chorar na frente dela. Na frente dela eu brinco, eu me renovo, eu me purifico. Não há palavras para expressar a tristeza, a decepção comigo mesma, o absurdo, o trágico... não há palavras. Estou totalmente atônita. Sigo enfrente com a certeza de que dias melhores virão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-2583649924448485665?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/2583649924448485665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=2583649924448485665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2583649924448485665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2583649924448485665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/11/procuro-forcas-para-enfrentar-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3783911463881989730</id><published>2010-09-30T05:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-09-30T05:52:05.121Z</updated><title type='text'>hein?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;uando é que as meias palavras tornam-se inteiras e a gente começa a entender as entrelinhas e aceitar, que sim, foi, sim, passou, sim, deixa a vida rolar.o que falta para eu enfim, entender tudo isso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3783911463881989730?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3783911463881989730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3783911463881989730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3783911463881989730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3783911463881989730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/09/hein.html' title='hein?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-8502859110497027807</id><published>2010-09-15T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-09-15T13:16:24.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo de um blog abandonado 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em tempos de facebook, acabou que eu, o blog da Vanessa fiquei abandonado. Abandonado e triste eu posso dizer. Ela que volta e meia passava por aqui, me acarinhando, escrevendo, morrendo e vivendo através de suas palavras, me abandonou. Tudo por causa ( ela nega, mas eu sei que é isso) de um malandrinho chamado Facebook. Lá ela coloca umas frases, uns pensamentos , coisas rápidas e muitas das vezes sem importância. Ela só não, ela e a maioria dos donos de blog que vivem por aí. Esse é só um desabafo de um blog abandonado.&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/26938938-8502859110497027807?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/8502859110497027807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=8502859110497027807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8502859110497027807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8502859110497027807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/09/desabafo-de-um-blog-abandonado-1.html' title='Desabafo de um blog abandonado 1'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3821151447550170260</id><published>2010-09-07T02:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:28:07.514Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pétalas pelo chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e enfim, Setembro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3821151447550170260?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3821151447550170260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3821151447550170260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3821151447550170260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3821151447550170260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/09/petalas-pelo-chao.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-5086733825143194367</id><published>2010-08-09T19:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:42:42.604Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ainda encontro o fórmula de tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-5086733825143194367?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/5086733825143194367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=5086733825143194367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/5086733825143194367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/5086733825143194367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/08/ainda-encontro-o-formula-de-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3064228255347549908</id><published>2010-07-30T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:29:54.236Z</updated><title type='text'>entre aspas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Quero lavar por dentro o meu corpo. Você não gostaria não, amor? Porra cara, colocar o coração pra pegar um sol, deixar o fígado pegar um arzinho puro de vez em quando, desentupir e limpar com Veja, as veias e artérias. Desentupir geral. Aspirar, limpar, secar e depois arrumar, organizar tudo direitinho, do jeito que era.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cara eu&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;p r e c i s a v&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp; de uma parada assim."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( J.M)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: Não preciso nem dizer que ao ouvir isso eu ri horrores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que pessoa maluca gente!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A M O !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3064228255347549908?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3064228255347549908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3064228255347549908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3064228255347549908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3064228255347549908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/07/entre-aspas.html' title='entre aspas'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-8334959403074504943</id><published>2010-07-25T02:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-07-25T02:27:08.440Z</updated><title type='text'>.viva.</title><content type='html'>Fiquei desconcertada com a morte do filho da apresentadora Cissa Guimarães. 18 anos o rapaz. Um acidente estúpido. Esse tipo de acontecimento me faz pensar na imprevisibilidade, sim!, da vida. realmente tudo pode acontecer e o clichê mais uma vez vem coroar meus posts: " Viva cada segundo como se fosse o último, MESMO".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-8334959403074504943?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/8334959403074504943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=8334959403074504943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8334959403074504943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8334959403074504943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/07/viva.html' title='.viva.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3380011186517648040</id><published>2010-07-18T04:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-07-18T04:02:27.802Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enfim, férias. Férias, recesso, descanso, 15 diaszinhos que quero transformar em diasZÕES assim bem grandões.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3380011186517648040?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3380011186517648040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3380011186517648040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3380011186517648040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3380011186517648040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/07/enfim-ferias.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-5804124804376807876</id><published>2010-07-18T04:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-07-18T04:00:57.774Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em tempos de facebook, twitter e afins o que nos resta de particular?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-5804124804376807876?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/5804124804376807876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=5804124804376807876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/5804124804376807876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/5804124804376807876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/07/em-tempos-de-facebook-twitter-e-afins-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-8638372291524022440</id><published>2010-07-09T01:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:50:26.224Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>depois do jogo Brasil x Coréia... primeiro jogo da copa do mundo, pro Brasil, a poeta Elisa Lucinda escreveu assim no Correio Braziliense ó:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que o Brasil deve perder a Copa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. Sou patriota doente. Quero que o Brasil como nação dê muito certo, que esteja alinhado à uma constelação que fará parte do mundo novo, se ecologicamente sobrar algum. Por isso me emociona ver o rico e o pobre, igualmente brasileirinhos, em tempo de copa do mundo amando o país, se sentindo unidos e irmãos através daquelas cores. É mesmo muito lindo. Mais o que vimos terça feira foi uma coisa muito longe do que fomos e do que queremos ser. Eu não vi o futebol-arte do Brasil, não vi nada que honrasse a estirpe de Garrincha e Pelé. Este não é um protesto saudosista, pelo contrário, não é que eu tenha sentido falta do passado recente. Não, eu senti falta do presente: Ronaldinho Gaúcho, o jovem Neimar, Ganso, nossas estrelas atuais. Como o diretor deste espetáculo prescindiu de seu naipe mais poderoso? Se havia três marcando o Kaká, isto significa que se tivéssemos ido com a nossa verdadeira seleção, teríamos os coreanos todos ocupados em nos marcar e aí poderíamos ganhar de goleada, talvez. O time estava preso, sem criatividade, sem fluxo como uma prisão de ventre. Se não tem ousadia nem originalidade não pode atender pelo nome de seleção brasileira. Vi tudo muito fora do lugar neste dia: minha família conversando durante o jogo, um cunhado todo de verde amarelo dormindo por detrás dos óculos. Como assim? Sem contar que quando tomamos o gol o próprio locutor confessou que queria que o jogo acabasse logo, mostrando sua falta de confiança no frágil time. Os jogadores de futebol são uma espécie de super heróis para muitos jovens, no entanto seu significado está fica cada fez mais confuso. Ligados indiscriminadamente a muitas marcas, seus corpos vendem de tudo. Tenho visto etiqueta até na bunda deles e não importa se a propaganda é de cerveja, de banco ou de carro, não importa se o que vendem seja símbolo de saúde ou não. Estão ali, cada vez deixando mais claro que é mais verde o dinheiro do que o gramado. Seguindo o festival de espanto, no intervalo do jogo, vi o fenômeno fazendo propaganda, mas não o vi no campo onde deveria estar. Ele é autoridade, é mito, tinha pelo menos que estar no banco. Com seu poder de coringa, com sua estória de finalizador, podia jogar dez minutos que fosse, ou nem jogar, mas estar ali pertencente àquela equipe, capitão invisível, que mudaria toda a psicologia da cena, é um craque brasileiro cujo internacional público está acostumado a reverenciar. Realmente não dá para respeitar aquele time como time. Como Dunga foi volante o time tem muito Dunga e pouco ataque. Antes do jogo começar, meu irmão ouviu palavras de ilusão num bar, quando um senhor disse: “Antes dos coreanos abrirem os olhos, nós já teremos metido três gols”. Não foi isso que se viu. O time especialista em Tai Ken do estava praticamente à altura da seleção brasileira. Não é que eu esteja torcendo contra, mas sempre lutei pra que vencesse o melhor e não estou na platéia da vitória da mediocridade, da subutilização de talentos, do desrespeito ao criativo, ao emocional. Tá certo , não sou especialista e deve ter bobagens em minhas leigas impressões. Mas sou poeta da cena em nosso jogo de estréia apesar dos gols, não vi nenhuma jogada pensada, bela, raçuda, não vi equipe, não vi amizade, não vi afetividade, nem união no olhar do técnico. Fiquei constrangida de ir à rua comemorar. Gritei gol, quase que por consideração. Essa crônica não é um mau agouro e provavelmente nossos canarinhos não vão precisar dela para perder. Só quero ver o que vai acontecer quando o adversário for pra valer. Quero que o Brasil recupere seu futebol de ouro, de gingado, de carrinho, de drible, de gol de cabeça, bicicleta, de bailado, de beleza , de magia. Ganhar esta copa é perder a graça e a alegria, e ganhar uma taça onde a campeã é a burocracia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-8638372291524022440?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/8638372291524022440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=8638372291524022440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8638372291524022440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8638372291524022440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/07/depois-do-jogo-brasil-x-coreia.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-4337174223819717772</id><published>2010-06-08T02:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-06-08T02:51:07.611Z</updated><title type='text'>papo furado.com.br</title><content type='html'>As pessoas que andam de ônibus não gostam de compartilhar o banco. Isso é fato. Basta observar. Os seres vão sentando, enfileirados um atrás do outro até não dar mais. Só começam a preencher as lacunas, digo, os espaços vagos ao lado de um estranho quando não há mais onde sentar. Penso que todos, ao entrarem num coletivo rezam e pedem : " meu Deus, faça com que ninguém sente aqui do meu lado, a menos que seja um Gianechinni ou uma Patrícia Poeta..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, papo furado&lt;br /&gt;adoro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-4337174223819717772?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/4337174223819717772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=4337174223819717772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4337174223819717772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4337174223819717772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/06/papo-furadocombr.html' title='papo furado.com.br'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-1678982482858631464</id><published>2010-06-06T02:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-06-06T02:18:02.060Z</updated><title type='text'>Joana.com.br</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;em umas duas semanas que eu fui com o&amp;nbsp;João assistir uma peça no teatro dos 4, no Shopping da Gávea. Programa maravilhoso, adorei, depois fomos jantar, chopinho, bom demais. Engraçado é que ao entrar no shopping&amp;nbsp; eu entrei numa vibe Joana total. rs. Sério mesmo , gentee, eu só conseguia ver coisinhas pra ela! Vestidos, brinquedos, rs , maluquice, e acabei me dando conta de que SIM, entrei pro time das mães babonas. Não me contive e TIVE que comprar um porquinho cor de rosa de pelúcia pra ela. Hahahaha. Logo euuuuu !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Apaixonada assumida por essa vida que só tem 9 meses fora de mim mas que já tomou conta de tudo e TODOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Digo TODOs porque o Pai&amp;nbsp;baba ,&amp;nbsp;a vó baba, o vô baba, os vizinhos babam, os amigos, a moça que vende água de côco baba, os dindos babammm. Babam porque ela é simpática, graciosa, fofa, esperta demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aqui em casa não só a Joana nasceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu nasci, renasci no meio de tudo que achava tão importante, coisas pequenas sabe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nasceu o pai presente, o pai que levanta mesmo quando acabou de pegar no sono e vai fazer mamadeira, nascemos todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-1678982482858631464?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/1678982482858631464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=1678982482858631464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1678982482858631464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1678982482858631464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/06/joanacombr.html' title='Joana.com.br'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-8298186845160233556</id><published>2010-05-21T05:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-05-21T05:04:55.375Z</updated><title type='text'>des peço</title><content type='html'>dos meus ,dos teus, dos nossos não&amp;nbsp; sabem nada&lt;br /&gt;pensam saber e reverberam opiniões&lt;br /&gt;ocasiões, ocorrências&lt;br /&gt;e por pensarem saber pensam que são&lt;br /&gt;sãos...&lt;br /&gt;tolos&lt;br /&gt;todos.&lt;br /&gt;pensam que somos nós os tolos&lt;br /&gt;pobres&lt;br /&gt;insossos&lt;br /&gt;peço que pensem somente em vós&lt;br /&gt;peço que os meus dias tenham 36 e os seus 24 horas&lt;br /&gt;dando assim um certo aspecto de verdade a vossa vida&lt;br /&gt;e um certo&amp;nbsp;tom de fantasia a minha,&lt;br /&gt;peço e me despeço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Vap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( diretamente de um início de sexta feira , às 02:03 da manhã, regada a mate com limão, biscoito chocolícia e fósforos Paraná...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-8298186845160233556?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/8298186845160233556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=8298186845160233556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8298186845160233556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/8298186845160233556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/05/des-peco.html' title='des peço'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-6869079353872375495</id><published>2010-05-12T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:01:54.588Z</updated><title type='text'>para a eternidade...</title><content type='html'>ela tem sido mais do sol&lt;br /&gt;ele da lua...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;sol e lua&lt;br /&gt;lua e sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os eternos apaixonados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-6869079353872375495?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3240699252714132824</id><published>2010-05-10T03:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:55:28.616Z</updated><title type='text'>rumos</title><content type='html'>méier&lt;br /&gt;santa&lt;br /&gt;glória&lt;br /&gt;santa&lt;br /&gt;catete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3240699252714132824?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3240699252714132824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3240699252714132824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;u queria saber que raio de temperamento humano é esse que nos foi dado. Temperamento este que nos torna pessoas egoístas, donas da verdade ou simpl&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;smente reis e rainhas da cocada negra? Onde é que nós aprendemos que os nossos não podem ter passado, ou que nos pertencem, ou que,pior ainda,&amp;nbsp;nos devem obediência? Onde foi que lemos isso? Quem souber a resposta, me responda também essa necessidade de sermos únicos, especias e insubstituíveis... É tudo carência de criança mal resolvida? Na verdade, eu retiro o que disse, nada de meter a inocência de uma criança na história. É tudo carência de adulto chato e bobo e sem assunto? Parei com tudo isso hein. Fiz um pacto com a minha felicidade e vai ser difícil eu desfazer.Tá amarrado em nome de Jesus, da Madonna e da Lady Laura ( com todo respeito).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tá amarrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5PBJOscmfk/S-OOHatIOBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/DfYrty_1rtk/s1600/no%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5PBJOscmfk/S-OOHatIOBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/DfYrty_1rtk/s320/no%2B1.jpg" tt="true" /&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/26938938-8702551271616789007?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5PBJOscmfk/S-OOHatIOBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/DfYrty_1rtk/s72-c/no%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-2067538500473757277</id><published>2010-05-05T03:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-05-05T03:04:24.167Z</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;e isso foi há 1 ano e 9 meses atrás...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num dia 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de um mês par.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incenso a tez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num dia ímpar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um mês par&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo começou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar me percorreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pescoço,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;braços e pernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um beijo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( pausa... um beijo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um breve beijo que abriu de vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As portas da minha insensatez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que já andava adormecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre lençóis frios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre noites mal dormidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre tristezas de amores antigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... a minha insensatez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virou minha fiel escudeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me forçou a telefonar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mandar mensagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fantasiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha insensatez não me deixou desistir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me fez despir pra você minha alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tirou minha calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quebrou meus juramentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fez chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enciumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espernear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha insensatez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vap)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-2067538500473757277?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/2067538500473757277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=2067538500473757277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2067538500473757277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/2067538500473757277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/05/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-6517754249406258184</id><published>2010-04-30T14:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:17:44.645Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A garota &lt;em&gt;papo firme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que Roberto falou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sou eu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinto lhe dizer querida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas a vaga já foi preenchida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e tenho dito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/26938938-6517754249406258184?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/6517754249406258184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=6517754249406258184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6517754249406258184'/><link rel='self' 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Vá saber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vap)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-4022470223228888597?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/4022470223228888597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=4022470223228888597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4022470223228888597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/4022470223228888597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/04/talvez-os-meus-principios-sejam-os-seus.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-6111214390891357899</id><published>2010-04-20T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:43:32.767Z</updated><title type='text'>qualquer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qualquer lugar assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;guapi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mirim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;florianópolis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;teresópolis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;china&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;argentina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;conxinxina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;qualquer lugar até&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;magé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;guaporé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;muriaé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;macaé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;qualquer lugar a sós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ilinois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;embaixo dos lençóis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(maranhenses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;qualquer lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bagdá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Madagascar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cuiabá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Qualque lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;apenas qualquer lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(vap)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/26938938-6111214390891357899?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/6111214390891357899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=6111214390891357899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6111214390891357899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6111214390891357899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/04/qualquer.html' title='qualquer'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-6984538412896417173</id><published>2010-04-17T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:31:01.644Z</updated><title type='text'>LEiam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5PBJOscmfk/S8kdEu7JlWI/AAAAAAAAAes/EndXK_XFokM/s1600/ivone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5PBJOscmfk/S8kdEu7JlWI/AAAAAAAAAes/EndXK_XFokM/s400/ivone.jpg" width="260" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Acabei de ler.&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;Maravilhoso!&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;Leiam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nasci para sonhar e cantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dona Ivonne Lara - a mulher no samba&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;por&amp;nbsp; Milla Burns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-6984538412896417173?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/6984538412896417173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=6984538412896417173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6984538412896417173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6984538412896417173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/04/leiam.html' title='LEiam.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5PBJOscmfk/S8kdEu7JlWI/AAAAAAAAAes/EndXK_XFokM/s72-c/ivone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3110007063941627017</id><published>2010-04-12T02:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-04-12T02:45:02.804Z</updated><title type='text'>solidariedade e só.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; que falar da Tragédia ocorrida no Estado do Rio de Janeiro na última semana? O que falar?&amp;nbsp; Primeiro agradecer egoísticamente a Deus por não ter perdido ninguém da minha família, nenhum amigo ou pessoa próxima com as chuvas. Agradecer por estar bem, por estar viva e por ser privilegiada de não morar em uma área de risco. Depois, eu preciso dizer que SIM, as pessoas moram em áreas de risco porque o governo, e quando eu digo O GOVERNO, não estou falando deste ou daquele e sim de todos, estou falando de uma política habitacional que NUNCA houve no Rio, estou falando que essas pessoas nunca foram cuidadas e realmente inseridas no contexto arquitetônico da cidade.É difícil para essas pessoas largarem tudo, deixar sua casa, seus bens, sua vida para trás. É muito difícil. E agora o que fazer? Para onde ir? Para onde vão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Aos moradores do Morro dos Prazeres em Santa Tereza, aos moradores de Niterói, e a todas as outras vítimas e parentes,registro aqui a minha solidariedade.O coração está apertado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3110007063941627017?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3110007063941627017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3110007063941627017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3110007063941627017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3110007063941627017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/04/solidariedade-e-so.html' title='solidariedade e só.'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-6041769508073043624</id><published>2010-03-31T04:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-31T04:17:31.464Z</updated><title type='text'>me espanta...</title><content type='html'>aquele corpo magro&lt;br /&gt;negro&lt;br /&gt;suado&lt;br /&gt;estirado na calçada ainda me espanta.&lt;br /&gt;aquele olhar perdido&lt;br /&gt;as pupilas dilatadas que nada enxergam&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;as mãos trêmulas,&lt;br /&gt;A boca sempre a pedir&lt;br /&gt;E o Não sempre a ouvir, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho moleque,&lt;br /&gt;hoje não,&lt;br /&gt;amanhã não,&lt;br /&gt;sai daqui&lt;br /&gt;vaza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso ainda me espanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê-lo cheirando cola&lt;br /&gt;às 10 da manhã&lt;br /&gt;num sol escaldante&lt;br /&gt;na porta do Palácio do Catete&lt;br /&gt;onde vou passear com minha filha&lt;br /&gt;ainda me espanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me espanta saber que mesmo sendo um lugar público&lt;br /&gt;de todos, não pertence a ELE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X não pertence a R&lt;br /&gt;e parece que nunca vai pertencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me espanta a minha invalidez diante disso tudo&lt;br /&gt;me espanta o sonho morto que ele carrega na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;me espanta o defunto não velado que ele arrasta atrás de si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me espanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a disparidade social que vejo da minha janela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me espanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vap)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-6041769508073043624?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/6041769508073043624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=6041769508073043624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6041769508073043624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/6041769508073043624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-espanta.html' title='me espanta...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-1844643283661330974</id><published>2010-03-27T23:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:54:28.527Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A natureza é da lua... não adianta. &lt;/strong&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/26938938-1844643283661330974?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/1844643283661330974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=1844643283661330974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1844643283661330974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1844643283661330974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/03/natureza-e-da-lua.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-1762133442742527076</id><published>2010-03-26T02:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:57:58.678Z</updated><title type='text'>3 minutheenhos!</title><content type='html'>já citei&lt;br /&gt;mas de vez em quando bate a vontade&lt;br /&gt;( como a de poucos minutos atrás)&lt;br /&gt;e eu não resisto e parto pro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" ferva dois copos e meio de água&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;junte o macarrão e cozinhe por três minutos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apague o fogo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;adicione o tempero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E PRONTO!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5PBJOscmfk/S6wiomL6gaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hU7P1x9z10s/s1600/miojo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5PBJOscmfk/S6wiomL6gaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hU7P1x9z10s/s320/miojo.jpg" /&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/26938938-1762133442742527076?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/1762133442742527076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=1762133442742527076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1762133442742527076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/1762133442742527076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-minutheenhos.html' title='3 minutheenhos!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5PBJOscmfk/S6wiomL6gaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hU7P1x9z10s/s72-c/miojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-3135268946340944987</id><published>2010-03-25T01:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:04:15.555Z</updated><title type='text'>de dentro de mim</title><content type='html'>do lado de dentro de mim &lt;br /&gt;além do coração&lt;br /&gt;das vísceras e de todo o funcionamento respiratório&lt;br /&gt;do lado de dentro&lt;br /&gt;bem lá no fundo,&lt;br /&gt;depois do pulmão,&lt;br /&gt;entre os alvéolos e a razão&lt;br /&gt;atrás da medula&lt;br /&gt;e da retina&lt;br /&gt;e da cortina de sangue&lt;br /&gt;bem lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;do lado de dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;está você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vap)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-3135268946340944987?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/3135268946340944987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=3135268946340944987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3135268946340944987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/3135268946340944987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-dentro-de-mim.html' title='de dentro de mim'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26938938.post-238207416183495820</id><published>2010-03-24T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:36:09.123Z</updated><title type='text'>o um e o outro</title><content type='html'>quando &lt;strong&gt;um&lt;/strong&gt; fala&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;outro&lt;/strong&gt; ouve&lt;br /&gt;quando o &lt;strong&gt;outro&lt;/strong&gt; fala&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;um&lt;/strong&gt; não compreende&lt;br /&gt;não aceita&lt;br /&gt;não tolera.&lt;br /&gt;aí não dá!&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;um&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;outro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duelam&lt;br /&gt;brigam&lt;br /&gt;procuram o entendimento&lt;br /&gt;olham-se e tratam-se como iguais&lt;br /&gt;mas são tão diferentes!&lt;br /&gt;tão diferentes no tamanho&lt;br /&gt;na forma e na vivência&lt;br /&gt;tão diferentes que suas diferenças se esbarram e se misturam&lt;br /&gt;Diferenças?&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;um&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;outro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;outra&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;um&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;uma&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;outro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;outra&lt;/strong&gt; e a &lt;strong&gt;uma&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vá entender...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26938938-238207416183495820?l=silencioesons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/feeds/238207416183495820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26938938&amp;postID=238207416183495820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/238207416183495820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26938938/posts/default/238207416183495820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencioesons.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-um-e-o-outro.html' title='o um e o outro'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391636759656337698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKEjK5cit48/Te7RUKopldI/AAAAAAAAAhY/4-BoOglIxAM/s220/solriso.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
