<?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-2683632242945333500</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:14:13.692-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressões D' Alma</title><subtitle type='html'>" Poesia é a escrita da alma traduzida na língua dos homens"...
(Anônimo)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6550851625307524910</id><published>2012-02-10T14:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:17:24.282-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porcelana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXlzl2VEBkI/TzVBv9hFLrI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/A148R95WeE8/s1600/porcelana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXlzl2VEBkI/TzVBv9hFLrI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/A148R95WeE8/s320/porcelana.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por trás de toda aquela porcelana,&lt;br /&gt;Uma boneca.&lt;br /&gt;De expressão de sim e de não,&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhada a perfeição,&lt;br /&gt;De uma meiguice arrebatadora,&lt;br /&gt;De traços quase que ludibriantes,&lt;br /&gt;Por fora toda cheia de detalhes,&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro o mais profundo sem nada,&lt;br /&gt;Oca sem nada ao tocá-la,&lt;br /&gt;Bela porcelana que enobrece a algo tão sem importância,&lt;br /&gt;Encantando a todos que por ela passa,&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ É apenas uma boneca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um cruel engano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É apenas a minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Oca e cheia de mistérios,&lt;br /&gt;Pois por fora sou só uma porcelana;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se apagando com o passar do tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,26 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6550851625307524910?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6550851625307524910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/02/porcelana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6550851625307524910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6550851625307524910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/02/porcelana.html' title='Porcelana'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXlzl2VEBkI/TzVBv9hFLrI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/A148R95WeE8/s72-c/porcelana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-5808236387307837253</id><published>2012-02-10T13:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:57:13.119-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao fim do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SLknk7t-FA/TzU9zUaqw-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/onjR_6pFPyM/s1600/fim+do+dia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SLknk7t-FA/TzU9zUaqw-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/onjR_6pFPyM/s320/fim+do+dia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Talvez você se afaste porque estou sempre aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Condicionada a teus beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando teus abraços, quando eu só preciso sentir que estás aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu jeito sério que não me intimida,&lt;br /&gt;Teu cansaço que me mantém longe mesmo sem querer,&lt;br /&gt;O dia todo que passo sem você, ansiosa mesmo quando sei como você vai chegar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os lentos ponteiros do relógio me angustiam,&lt;br /&gt;O pôr-do-sol me acorrenta por te esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Inquietações que não contenho,&lt;br /&gt;E quando percebo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem acredito estar perto de você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso desengana essa rotina,&lt;br /&gt;Que te distrai longe de mim,&lt;br /&gt;E cala minha saudade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me chamas do portão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,27 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-5808236387307837253?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/5808236387307837253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/02/ao-fim-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5808236387307837253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5808236387307837253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/02/ao-fim-do-dia.html' title='Ao fim do dia'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SLknk7t-FA/TzU9zUaqw-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/onjR_6pFPyM/s72-c/fim+do+dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-2965289127637474919</id><published>2012-02-10T12:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:04:52.435-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalhes de nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LgpEW0NKp-w/TzUujn3Z0CI/AAAAAAAAA0A/XbHOLTw_67w/s1600/detalhes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LgpEW0NKp-w/TzUujn3Z0CI/AAAAAAAAA0A/XbHOLTw_67w/s320/detalhes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Detalhes&lt;br /&gt;Que guardo na mente,&lt;br /&gt;Que espero toda noite,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos acendem como cintilantes estrelas do céu,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos tornam um só,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos elevam ao céu,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos tornam cúmplices,&lt;br /&gt;Do que somos,&lt;br /&gt;Do que fazemos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E somente nosso desejo é capaz de explicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhes de momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos em que somos tomados pela saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos em que ignoramos censura,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos em que não somos nós, mas sim nosso corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Entrelaçados narrando nosso amor...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos em que o tempo só aperfeiçoa,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos em que as almas se conversam em silencio,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos em que o mundo lá fora não nos importa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipnotizados pelo calor dos beijos mais quentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula, 25 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-2965289127637474919?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/2965289127637474919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/02/detalhes-de-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2965289127637474919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2965289127637474919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/02/detalhes-de-nos.html' title='Detalhes de nós'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LgpEW0NKp-w/TzUujn3Z0CI/AAAAAAAAA0A/XbHOLTw_67w/s72-c/detalhes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-3973253775716555080</id><published>2012-02-10T12:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:44:49.196-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Matheo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFMtCtOH32Y/TzUsR-llgHI/AAAAAAAAAz4/lTbenCrvhqU/s1600/matheo.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFMtCtOH32Y/TzUsR-llgHI/AAAAAAAAAz4/lTbenCrvhqU/s320/matheo.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tanto tempo se passou&lt;br /&gt;Tanto sofro por você,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amigo, meu Matheo,&lt;br /&gt;Que se foi e me deixou aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Com tanta saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Com tanta dor,&lt;br /&gt;Com tanta culpa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destilados nas lágrimas que jurei por você não mais derramar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amor que ainda mora em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Junto a todas boas lembranças que guardei dessa linda amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo se passou,&lt;br /&gt;E nada mudou,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse meu coração que jamais te esqueceu,&lt;br /&gt;Nessas minhas mãos que com muito carinho te acaríavam,&lt;br /&gt;Nessa minha vida que era mais feliz com você,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse meu olhar que já não pode mais te ver;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mudou, e é isso que me move a eternamente te amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula, 25 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-3973253775716555080?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/3973253775716555080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/02/matheo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3973253775716555080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3973253775716555080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/02/matheo.html' title='Matheo'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFMtCtOH32Y/TzUsR-llgHI/AAAAAAAAAz4/lTbenCrvhqU/s72-c/matheo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-2059223042831248741</id><published>2012-02-10T12:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:46:34.898-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Genara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJmNquXFykI/TzUq_gpBPaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/axK-kTdsezA/s1600/genara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJmNquXFykI/TzUq_gpBPaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/axK-kTdsezA/s320/genara.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos fui te conhecendo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais me surpreendendo,&lt;br /&gt;Me apaixonando pelo seu jeito,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo teu sorriso sem defeitos,&lt;br /&gt;Jeito esse que sinto falta,&lt;br /&gt;Quando preciso de uma palavra;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha inesquecível Genara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando percebi que era impossível,&lt;br /&gt;Impossível sem esse jeito tão doce,&lt;br /&gt;Se tornando essencial a cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em você e sem você não viveria,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo antes de te conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo agora sem te ver,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir teu riso,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir teu abraço de amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Que me acalma,&lt;br /&gt;Que da vida a minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade vem pra ferir,&lt;br /&gt;E me lembro de ti guerreira,&lt;br /&gt;Me ensinando que na ausência florescemos lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;Pra acariciar o coração,&lt;br /&gt;Quando as lágrimas teimam cessar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sentinela de saber que você existe e jamais vai me deixar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,24 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-2059223042831248741?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/2059223042831248741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/02/genara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2059223042831248741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2059223042831248741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/02/genara.html' title='Genara'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJmNquXFykI/TzUq_gpBPaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/axK-kTdsezA/s72-c/genara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-2001030998006704992</id><published>2012-01-21T15:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:57:27.276-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutos de ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFU47S7PU9w/Txr8MYNxjYI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sQeX6PdRaPY/s1600/poesia+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFU47S7PU9w/Txr8MYNxjYI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sQeX6PdRaPY/s320/poesia+9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por horas me embriago de nostalgia,&lt;br /&gt;Buscando esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Procurando algo que me devolva esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que ainda me traga a realidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cessando minha dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se o passado ainda guardasse o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Como se ilusões aliviassem essa dor,&lt;br /&gt;Como se meus pés no chão fossem o suficiente pra me despertar,&lt;br /&gt;Como se palavras bastassem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra entender essa dura lição de vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,19 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-2001030998006704992?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/2001030998006704992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/minutos-de-ilusao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2001030998006704992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2001030998006704992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/minutos-de-ilusao.html' title='Minutos de ilusão'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFU47S7PU9w/Txr8MYNxjYI/AAAAAAAAAzg/sQeX6PdRaPY/s72-c/poesia+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-5928675198643167191</id><published>2012-01-21T15:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:47:50.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartilha de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad4bRCEgOcU/Txr5PztuutI/AAAAAAAAAzY/rc0uvAINCwE/s1600/poesia+8.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad4bRCEgOcU/Txr5PztuutI/AAAAAAAAAzY/rc0uvAINCwE/s320/poesia+8.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Minha cartilha é o destino me levando e trazendo como uma folha seca ao chão,&lt;br /&gt;Acentuando meus sentimentos em versos que brotam da alma como sementes de flores que nunca toquei,&lt;br /&gt;Em cada sorriso, em cada lágrima,&lt;br /&gt;Em cada dia, em cada noite,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto sou pó de vida,&lt;br /&gt;Vida que vivi,&lt;br /&gt;Vida que viverei,&lt;br /&gt;Vida que me permite provar dos mais cruéis espinhos pra chegar à beleza de saber a quê;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A que sirvo enquanto respiro sem saber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonando-me por todos os bons momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Ferindo-me por tanta entrega,&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando-me em retalhos nessa poesia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que adormece minha angústia enquanto lá fora a chuva se faz cenário do meu silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,17 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-5928675198643167191?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/5928675198643167191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/cartilha-de-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5928675198643167191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5928675198643167191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/cartilha-de-vida.html' title='Cartilha de vida'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad4bRCEgOcU/Txr5PztuutI/AAAAAAAAAzY/rc0uvAINCwE/s72-c/poesia+8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-4351370980535920379</id><published>2012-01-21T15:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:30:27.217-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yasmin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFDVo8DEAyM/Txr1xid_uvI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NsY4ha5rAQs/s1600/poesia+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFDVo8DEAyM/Txr1xid_uvI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NsY4ha5rAQs/s320/poesia+8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu te olhei &lt;br /&gt;Hoje percebi que você existe em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Num olhar que não se explica,&lt;br /&gt;Num querer mais que desejado,&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar guardado só pra você;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde nem eu imaginei te proteger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proteger-te do meu mundo egoísta,&lt;br /&gt;Proteger-te da minha dor sem razão,&lt;br /&gt;Proteger-te de mim mesma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando meus medos me tomam de sua espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu te vi doce a perdoar minhas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Inocente me conquistando a cada segundo dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Quebrando-me diante de todos os motivos pra não temer tal felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Acalmando-me assim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha meiga Yasmin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,16 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-4351370980535920379?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/4351370980535920379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/yasmin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4351370980535920379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4351370980535920379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/yasmin.html' title='Yasmin'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFDVo8DEAyM/Txr1xid_uvI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NsY4ha5rAQs/s72-c/poesia+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8357150108543890586</id><published>2012-01-21T15:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:07:57.914-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Folha de outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRaQNcOz8VQ/TxrwLS9cadI/AAAAAAAAAzI/whVnhM4E9So/s1600/poesia+7.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRaQNcOz8VQ/TxrwLS9cadI/AAAAAAAAAzI/whVnhM4E9So/s320/poesia+7.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bem me lembro daquela folha de outono&lt;br /&gt;Linda embelezando o verão que eu nunca esqueci,&lt;br /&gt;Nas paisagens de seus melhores dias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva por entre a vida que esbanjava em sua fortaleza de existir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inerte ao vento esquecido em sua própria historia,&lt;br /&gt;Ressecada ao chão buscando um novo rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Até que se acabe em pedaços;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristes pedaços que não tardarão chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é só uma folha&lt;br /&gt;Folha de uma flor que esmoreceu,&lt;br /&gt;Folha que não possui a mesma cor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois dela o sol se esqueceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,14 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8357150108543890586?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8357150108543890586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/folha-de-outono.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8357150108543890586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8357150108543890586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/folha-de-outono.html' title='Folha de outono'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRaQNcOz8VQ/TxrwLS9cadI/AAAAAAAAAzI/whVnhM4E9So/s72-c/poesia+7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-414834381839578659</id><published>2012-01-21T14:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:15:08.452-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKtU5YPs2Cw/TxrjqjteqkI/AAAAAAAAAzA/EHVmT82ArQ8/s1600/poesia+6.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKtU5YPs2Cw/TxrjqjteqkI/AAAAAAAAAzA/EHVmT82ArQ8/s320/poesia+6.bmp" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não permite reparações,&lt;br /&gt;Que não perdoa os erros,&lt;br /&gt;Que não trás de volta os passos inconscientes,&lt;br /&gt;Que não apaga palavras ditas pela dor,&lt;br /&gt;Que não alivia a culpa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nos cobra cada segundo perdido...&lt;br /&gt;Que fere e consegue me surpreender...&lt;br /&gt;Desenhando as lembranças na memória,&lt;br /&gt;Guardando a sete chaves os momentos no coração,&lt;br /&gt;Refazendo a vida sem traços do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Ensinando-me ao que me faz cair;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que chega repentino,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrateiro modificando meu jeito de pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Mestre da razão,&lt;br /&gt;Resposta pra toda a emoção,&lt;br /&gt;Olho constantemente atento,&lt;br /&gt;Elemento da vida e da morte;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,10 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-414834381839578659?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/414834381839578659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/414834381839578659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/414834381839578659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-tempo.html' title='O tempo'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKtU5YPs2Cw/TxrjqjteqkI/AAAAAAAAAzA/EHVmT82ArQ8/s72-c/poesia+6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-4220672016241576935</id><published>2012-01-21T14:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:01:38.402-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha angústia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpEarWlEMNk/TxrhK9wVq-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/_oqrCFr3oGI/s1600/poesia+5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpEarWlEMNk/TxrhK9wVq-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/_oqrCFr3oGI/s320/poesia+5.bmp" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tudo o que vejo no espelho é minha dor presa em mim gritando pra sair,&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos tristes e baixos apagados no cais da minha alma abandonados,&lt;br /&gt;Doce voz que não entoa mais as notas de felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Repulsa de mim mesma quando percebo o erro que cometi em desejar novamente tudo o que só me fez infeliz,&lt;br /&gt;Em cobiçar o mundo das grades pelas quais pago pelas minhas escolhas,&lt;br /&gt;Em sentir tudo isso e não conseguir desse pesadelo despertar,&lt;br /&gt;Em procurar razões pra sorrir e chorar por saber que será em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Em deixar pra trás tudo o que me fazia feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Em culpar um inocente cada vez que me toco e sinto uma lágrima cair dos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Em descrer de dias pelos quais eu pra sempre me recordaria,&lt;br /&gt;Em ser o que eu não me importo por opiniões lá de fora,&lt;br /&gt;Em sofrer por coisas que virão e não poderei evitar;&lt;br /&gt;Angústia infinda que não sei tirar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,10 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-4220672016241576935?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/4220672016241576935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/minha-angustia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4220672016241576935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4220672016241576935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/minha-angustia.html' title='Minha angústia'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpEarWlEMNk/TxrhK9wVq-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/_oqrCFr3oGI/s72-c/poesia+5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-1001942595796277277</id><published>2012-01-21T13:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:46:18.780-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tormenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPX0Il4kXYU/TxrdHZeJ-PI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4UCCFRVqCT0/s1600/poesia+4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPX0Il4kXYU/TxrdHZeJ-PI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4UCCFRVqCT0/s320/poesia+4.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Olho pra janela esperando essa tempestade findar,&lt;br /&gt;Tormenta que rouba minha paz, tomada pelo sorriso que hoje é escasso no meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que torturam meu coração e me forçam dizer coisas que não desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Deixando saudade do que eu era antes de tudo o que me revela ser;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraca diante dos sofrimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram planos que só eu entendia o porquê,&lt;br /&gt;Eram sonhos que estavam mais perto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Eram feitos com meus segredos mais bizarros,&lt;br /&gt;Eram meus pés longe do chão prontos pra me levar distante daqui;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem limites pra viver,&lt;br /&gt;Sem medos pra enfrentar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem correntes pra me limitar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem correntes nas mãos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livre e feliz como não sou mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,10 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-1001942595796277277?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/1001942595796277277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/tormenta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1001942595796277277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1001942595796277277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/tormenta.html' title='Tormenta'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPX0Il4kXYU/TxrdHZeJ-PI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4UCCFRVqCT0/s72-c/poesia+4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-2652252084664143915</id><published>2012-01-21T13:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:25:23.242-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas eu as minhas lembranças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q2fao42dNo/TxrYNWlTZsI/AAAAAAAAAyo/DzbFI7eUQhg/s1600/poesia+3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q2fao42dNo/TxrYNWlTZsI/AAAAAAAAAyo/DzbFI7eUQhg/s320/poesia+3.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Medito nas lembranças que me fazem feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Recordando cada uma como se o tempo trouxesse por um instante a sensação de nunca ter envelhecido meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Trilhando todo o Caminho que já passei buscando encontrar vestígios daqueles momentos em que eu era só uma asa de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Caminho de uma longa caminhada,&lt;br /&gt;E percebo que meus pés não se esforçam pra continuar,&lt;br /&gt;Por andar tanto, tanto e ninguém lá encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém daquele meu tempo de criança,&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma daquelas pessoas que comigo floresceram a doce infância,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pra calar minhas saudades;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas eu e as minhas lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;Guardadas na alma pra nunca esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Intactas na memória pra sorrir sem existir um porque,&lt;br /&gt;Levando nos traços que o passar do tempo me força carregar,&lt;br /&gt;O dom de ser criança sem deixar que me tirem essa dádiva que eu soube desfrutar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seladas pelas lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,05 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-2652252084664143915?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/2652252084664143915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/apenas-eu-as-minhas-lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2652252084664143915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2652252084664143915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/apenas-eu-as-minhas-lembrancas.html' title='Apenas eu as minhas lembranças'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q2fao42dNo/TxrYNWlTZsI/AAAAAAAAAyo/DzbFI7eUQhg/s72-c/poesia+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-38630958984052479</id><published>2012-01-21T13:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:18:17.247-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Miguel,O poeta de minha terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEzxmvtvN1U/TxrW1VfAoPI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nNDqmOqsW9w/s1600/poesia+2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEzxmvtvN1U/TxrW1VfAoPI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nNDqmOqsW9w/s320/poesia+2.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já li belas poesias de grandes poetas,&lt;br /&gt;Com grandes peripécias.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nenhum me fez sentir a essência de viver e jamais esquecer cada história tão mais real com tanta doçura;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta entre mil poetas que já conheci,&lt;br /&gt;Protagonista de inesquecíveis e marcantes aventuras que hoje eu ouvi...&lt;br /&gt;Simples e humilde&lt;br /&gt;Com mente de menino,&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonado pela vida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele...&lt;br /&gt;Por horas poderia ao seu lado ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Viajando em seus versos e momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Como asas que me elevam ao azul céu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Límpidos e raros como as poesias do meu querido Miguel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,01 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-38630958984052479?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/38630958984052479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/miguelo-poeta-de-minha-terra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/38630958984052479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/38630958984052479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/miguelo-poeta-de-minha-terra.html' title='Miguel,O poeta de minha terra'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEzxmvtvN1U/TxrW1VfAoPI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nNDqmOqsW9w/s72-c/poesia+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-1922059471589269785</id><published>2012-01-21T13:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:12:43.676-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc807rp4XRM/TxrVWlMqqqI/AAAAAAAAAyY/7vEcwwLSf6g/s1600/poesia+1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc807rp4XRM/TxrVWlMqqqI/AAAAAAAAAyY/7vEcwwLSf6g/s320/poesia+1.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dias que deixarei esquecidos nesse passado inútil&lt;br /&gt;Momentos únicos de uma felicidade sem igual,&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças boas e más que fazem parte desse ano e nada mais,&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas nas quais eu dediquei tanto e só me decepcionei,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que não quero mais na memória;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incabíveis nesse ano de 2012 que se aproxima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto a mim nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;Junto a quem quase deixei partir,&lt;br /&gt;Junto a mais um grande motivo pra ser feliz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto a esse ano de 2012...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-1922059471589269785?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/1922059471589269785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1922059471589269785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1922059471589269785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc807rp4XRM/TxrVWlMqqqI/AAAAAAAAAyY/7vEcwwLSf6g/s72-c/poesia+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6879067052948026392</id><published>2011-12-09T16:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:04:21.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vingando minha dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBshnmZzJic/TuJNHlugpRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SUKP5nx44FM/s1600/imagesCAT8RJ1U.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBshnmZzJic/TuJNHlugpRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SUKP5nx44FM/s320/imagesCAT8RJ1U.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se suas decisões me ferem,&lt;br /&gt;É porque te amo!&lt;br /&gt;Se esse teu jeito tinhoso me perturba o sono,&lt;br /&gt;É porque sei do teu valor!&lt;br /&gt;Se sua ausência é minha única frustração,&lt;br /&gt;É porque estou lhe deixando partir!&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo o que já fomos juntos agora é um fantasma em mim,&lt;br /&gt;É porque teus olhos se tornaram uma prisão da qual estou lutando pra me ver livre!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te entreguei o calor da minha pele no proibido sem medos,&lt;br /&gt;É porque já não era mais a mesma perto de você!&lt;br /&gt;Se agora só me resta decidir o que será de tudo que um dia me fez perceber o mundo de um jeito surreal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É porque passo horas te imaginando chorar pelas duras palavras que não hesitarei em te dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,09 de Dezembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6879067052948026392?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6879067052948026392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/12/vingando-minha-dor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6879067052948026392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6879067052948026392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/12/vingando-minha-dor.html' title='Vingando minha dor'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBshnmZzJic/TuJNHlugpRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SUKP5nx44FM/s72-c/imagesCAT8RJ1U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-2172723201648471147</id><published>2011-12-09T15:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:39:39.569-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu direito de te odiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YU1GrBK53o/TuJHUHueoRI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4CKxFjywQ8Q/s1600/imagesCARJPUV5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YU1GrBK53o/TuJHUHueoRI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4CKxFjywQ8Q/s400/imagesCARJPUV5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dia e noite&lt;br /&gt;A todo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Num sorriso, Numa lágrima,&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos e sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me levam a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que me trazem a dor,&lt;br /&gt;Em reações e decisões,&lt;br /&gt;Que dão vida, mas que também apagam um grande amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande amor que guarda bons momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Um grande amor por alguém que te busca em consolo,&lt;br /&gt;Um grande amor por tantos anos interrompidos pela morte,&lt;br /&gt;Um grande amor que mora nos sonhos mais distantes de tudo o que desejo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificados pelas escolhas da mente e do coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,09 de Dezembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-2172723201648471147?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/2172723201648471147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/12/dia-e-noite-todo-tempo-num-sorriso-numa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2172723201648471147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2172723201648471147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/12/dia-e-noite-todo-tempo-num-sorriso-numa.html' title='Meu direito de te odiar'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YU1GrBK53o/TuJHUHueoRI/AAAAAAAAAw4/4CKxFjywQ8Q/s72-c/imagesCARJPUV5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-1088432993964096114</id><published>2011-12-07T12:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:38:06.052-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Censurado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3Wr6gibiI8/Tt96N_Weu6I/AAAAAAAAAww/RkwW19MZ-Zc/s1600/imagesCA1HNVU1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3Wr6gibiI8/Tt96N_Weu6I/AAAAAAAAAww/RkwW19MZ-Zc/s320/imagesCA1HNVU1.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um misto incontido de tudo o que sempre existiu em nós&lt;br /&gt;Desejos de provar juntos o que tomava nossos pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Impróprio a mente de quem nem imagina do que somos capazes,&lt;br /&gt;Provável nos sonhos alimentados por nós em segredo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domínio sem limites de um querer ainda insaciado por nós,&lt;br /&gt;Admiração infinda que eu guardei no coração pra nunca te ver partir,&lt;br /&gt;Amor inocente que sempre te traz aqui;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu esqueço o quanto tenho pra ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,07 de Dezembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-1088432993964096114?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/1088432993964096114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/12/censurado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1088432993964096114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1088432993964096114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/12/censurado.html' title='Censurado'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3Wr6gibiI8/Tt96N_Weu6I/AAAAAAAAAww/RkwW19MZ-Zc/s72-c/imagesCA1HNVU1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-4118820758187267678</id><published>2011-12-07T12:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:22:05.868-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cúmplice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x9ykXmdPCNA/Tt919342pnI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vtvls97dXyY/s1600/imagesCAH4Z61D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x9ykXmdPCNA/Tt919342pnI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vtvls97dXyY/s320/imagesCAH4Z61D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sou a cúmplice dos teus segredos;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o desejo antigo despertando no teu olhar tentador;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o possível e o impossível diante de tuas provocantes;&lt;br /&gt;Sou quem mais entende seu sorriso;&lt;br /&gt;Sou quem mais sorri por saber que só você me entende;&lt;br /&gt;Sou sua fã;&lt;br /&gt;Sua amiga;&lt;br /&gt;Sou alguém que esperou tanto pelo que só me deixou querendo mais;&lt;br /&gt;Sou em segredo, aquela que sente teus beijos;&lt;br /&gt;Sou de cara quem torce pra te ver bem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais uma...&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas sou,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou diferente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou bem mais feliz por saber que você sempre está aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,07 de Dezembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-4118820758187267678?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/4118820758187267678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/12/cumplice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4118820758187267678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4118820758187267678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/12/cumplice.html' title='Cúmplice'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x9ykXmdPCNA/Tt919342pnI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vtvls97dXyY/s72-c/imagesCAH4Z61D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6585181429055514186</id><published>2011-12-07T12:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:02:40.171-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seguindo só</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pDQxKXPGiVM/Tt9xoS8nNTI/AAAAAAAAAwg/3kCVWyFijm8/s1600/SEM_TT%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pDQxKXPGiVM/Tt9xoS8nNTI/AAAAAAAAAwg/3kCVWyFijm8/s400/SEM_TT%257E1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mal consigo olhar pra mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Mal consigo ouvir a voz do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Calado procurando o calor do mundo do seu carinho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmascarado por tantas mentiras e solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era só a tua dor,&lt;br /&gt;Era só momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Era só inquietação do teu próprio ego ferido;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só o que hoje me faz sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras que eu acreditei&lt;br /&gt;No olhar pelo qual me deixei envolver,&lt;br /&gt;Na felicidade que eu pensei ser capaz de te oferecer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo o que por nós tornava cúmplices enquanto você ainda era o que queria pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,07 de Dezembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6585181429055514186?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6585181429055514186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/12/seguindo-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6585181429055514186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6585181429055514186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/12/seguindo-so.html' title='Seguindo só'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pDQxKXPGiVM/Tt9xoS8nNTI/AAAAAAAAAwg/3kCVWyFijm8/s72-c/SEM_TT%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-560089816107371589</id><published>2011-11-24T15:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T15:52:39.343-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce Laís</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrKBUGJBUkY/Ts6EIUI2VXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BlI3faUkuAs/s1600/227540_209837615716501_100000707921229_653444_1376792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrKBUGJBUkY/Ts6EIUI2VXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BlI3faUkuAs/s400/227540_209837615716501_100000707921229_653444_1376792_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você é única&lt;br /&gt;Dona de um sorriso que transmite vida por onde passa,&lt;br /&gt;Desses olhos de um intenso brilho irreverente,&lt;br /&gt;De um jeito todo insubstituível, que deixa saudade quando estás longe.&lt;br /&gt;Cativante nessa euforia que contagia,&lt;br /&gt;Especial e essencial como uma rara estrela;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda e cheirosa como uma flor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Meu porto seguro,&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente alguém sem a qual não saberia ficar distante;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha doce Laís... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,24 de Novembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-560089816107371589?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/560089816107371589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/11/doce-lais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/560089816107371589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/560089816107371589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/11/doce-lais.html' title='Doce Laís'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrKBUGJBUkY/Ts6EIUI2VXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BlI3faUkuAs/s72-c/227540_209837615716501_100000707921229_653444_1376792_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-4450288936608855051</id><published>2011-11-13T14:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T14:11:56.425-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Devería...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CohPco0h2Wk/Tr_ry2CpaHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/if3Mv7gUe1Q/s1600/ug00b2d5estou+tao+sozinha.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CohPco0h2Wk/Tr_ry2CpaHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/if3Mv7gUe1Q/s400/ug00b2d5estou+tao+sozinha.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu deveria ser o silêncio que eu não aceitei,&lt;br /&gt;A coragem de que te tanto fugi,&lt;br /&gt;A palavra “Não” que não soube dizer,&lt;br /&gt;O salto para o mundo que o meu tempo me convenceu a adiar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que hoje me faria feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu deveria ser a conseqüência dos meus atos por um segundo me fazendo pensar,&lt;br /&gt;A consciência das coisas que dizia antes que chegassem aos corações,&lt;br /&gt;A calma nas paixões por mim incontroláveis,&lt;br /&gt;A sabedoria de um amor valioso antes de uma perda irreparável;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu deveria... Mas não fui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,08 de Novembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-4450288936608855051?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/4450288936608855051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/11/deveria.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4450288936608855051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4450288936608855051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/11/deveria.html' title='Devería...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CohPco0h2Wk/Tr_ry2CpaHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/if3Mv7gUe1Q/s72-c/ug00b2d5estou+tao+sozinha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6636887832503105768</id><published>2011-11-13T11:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:00:47.028-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fase ruin sem fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foOnmRx9zH4/Tr_M-SWM71I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/jA5lvfcOH94/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="365" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foOnmRx9zH4/Tr_M-SWM71I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/jA5lvfcOH94/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pensamentos vêm e me atormentam até me enlouquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças deixam saudade do que fui antes dos meus erros mais irreversíveis,&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas ao meu redor exibem uma felicidade que eu não sinto mais,&lt;br /&gt;São noites e noites de um cansaço de mim mesma, numa insônia que só me permite chorar.&lt;br /&gt;São perdas fúteis que tentam me impedir de ser o que sou agora,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos em que desisto de tudo o me resta hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Exílio onde moram meus sonhos esquecidos,&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza por amar demais, por amar quem nunca me amou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culpa que me assombra!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que deixei de ser!&lt;br /&gt;Nada em que me vi perdida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,12 de Novembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6636887832503105768?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6636887832503105768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensamentos-vem-e-me-atormentam-ate-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6636887832503105768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6636887832503105768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/11/pensamentos-vem-e-me-atormentam-ate-me.html' title='Fase ruin sem fim'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foOnmRx9zH4/Tr_M-SWM71I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/jA5lvfcOH94/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-348026667228812127</id><published>2011-11-13T11:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T11:41:57.026-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7yiEV7Xj8U/Tr_I2yfZphI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jb9II4aKgD4/s1600/297822_166932213382662_100001976529879_334959_7638518_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7yiEV7Xj8U/Tr_I2yfZphI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jb9II4aKgD4/s400/297822_166932213382662_100001976529879_334959_7638518_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu não sonhei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não a inventei em minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;É mais real que o brilho do sol,&lt;br /&gt;É mais doce que o mel em todo seu presente sabor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela existe diante dos meus olhos, diante de tudo o que pensei não ser bom nesse mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um olhar suave que constrange minhas aflições,&lt;br /&gt;Diz coisas que me fazem parar e lembrar no que deixei de acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Arranca de mim a tristeza com um simples sorriso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um anjo... é meu anjo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo real,&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo belo e mortal,&lt;br /&gt;Que talvez não imagine o bem que me faz,&lt;br /&gt;Que não se veja como eu a vejo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cativante com um jeito bondoso de entender as pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,12 de Novembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-348026667228812127?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/348026667228812127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/11/mariana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/348026667228812127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/348026667228812127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/11/mariana.html' title='Mariana'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7yiEV7Xj8U/Tr_I2yfZphI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jb9II4aKgD4/s72-c/297822_166932213382662_100001976529879_334959_7638518_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-5457089142357633486</id><published>2011-10-31T08:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:24:24.131-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Clareira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBtc83k20fI/Tq53CMlcjNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Jhw8ep4P_xs/s1600/caminho-da-graca-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBtc83k20fI/Tq53CMlcjNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Jhw8ep4P_xs/s400/caminho-da-graca-03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vi meus dias se passarem lentamente diante de minhas aflições incontidas&lt;br /&gt;Dias em que não fui capaz de sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Dias de lágrimas que me roubavam os sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de uma vida inteira diluindo - se em medos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proferindo palavras&amp;nbsp; pelo susto me manipulava,&lt;br /&gt;Solidão em que me exilei pensando estar só,&lt;br /&gt;Insônia que eu lutava pra me livrar,&lt;br /&gt;Inconsciente de uma força capaz de tudo pelo que amo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na fraqueza de não crer em mim mesma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias de um silencio imperceptível a minha volta,&lt;br /&gt;Escolhas de uma conseqüência sem voltas,&lt;br /&gt;Perdida como quem só queria não ouvir o que mais temia,&lt;br /&gt;Tortura que hoje teve fim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livre pra traçar meus caminhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,30 de Outubro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-5457089142357633486?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/5457089142357633486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/clareira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5457089142357633486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5457089142357633486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/clareira.html' title='Clareira'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBtc83k20fI/Tq53CMlcjNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Jhw8ep4P_xs/s72-c/caminho-da-graca-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-4654154399414139232</id><published>2011-10-27T14:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:42:09.439-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gTT26oQJP2s/TqmJRdD6qRI/AAAAAAAAAu4/-KAutizbuag/s1600/imagesCA3YNUA0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gTT26oQJP2s/TqmJRdD6qRI/AAAAAAAAAu4/-KAutizbuag/s320/imagesCA3YNUA0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lembro-me vagamente do seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia mais lindo,&lt;br /&gt;Todo sem hora e motivo pra surgir no rosto,&lt;br /&gt;No rosto de menina que já não sabia mais chorar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso que tenho saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantando por onde quer que andavas,&lt;br /&gt;Como um Bem - te - vi que acaricia uma flor.&lt;br /&gt;Dando vida belos versos,&lt;br /&gt;Poeta sem alma sozinho com sua inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;Sem regras, nem correntes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como seu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tardará tuas lágrimas a secar?&lt;br /&gt;Tardarão teus anseios lhe permitirem viver novamente?&lt;br /&gt;Tardará tanta dor se desfazer de tua alma?&lt;br /&gt;Pois tenho muita saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aqui de longe te olhando&lt;br /&gt;Aflita por te ver tão sem vida,&lt;br /&gt;Tão companheira de tuas asas sem medos,&lt;br /&gt;De longe sonhando em ver o brilho do teu olhar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass: A tua felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,26 de Outubro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-4654154399414139232?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/4654154399414139232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/tua-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4654154399414139232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4654154399414139232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/tua-felicidade.html' title='Tua felicidade'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gTT26oQJP2s/TqmJRdD6qRI/AAAAAAAAAu4/-KAutizbuag/s72-c/imagesCA3YNUA0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8835839810211317811</id><published>2011-10-26T15:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:05:46.484-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Bebê</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZkWwVIiS7E/Tqg9csPoXII/AAAAAAAAAuw/_ivIXztQjl8/s1600/mae-barriga-de-mulher-gravida-aparece-feto-fundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZkWwVIiS7E/Tqg9csPoXII/AAAAAAAAAuw/_ivIXztQjl8/s400/mae-barriga-de-mulher-gravida-aparece-feto-fundo.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chegaste tão de repente,&lt;br /&gt;Tão inesperado;&lt;br /&gt;Me fazendo tal companhia, que nem percebi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoe meu surpreso de saber que estás aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me a te amar mesmo sem poder te acariciar,&lt;br /&gt;Acalma meus anseios por tua chegada;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjinho que em meu ventre se faz vida insubstituível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor que não se explica,&lt;br /&gt;Amor que já sinto por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Amor que crescerá a cada dia por um presente divino de Deus;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você... Seja menino ou menina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha poesia de vida,&lt;br /&gt;Meu mais novo amor pra ser mais feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Minha mais nova razão de nunca me sentir só;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu bebê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,18 de Outubro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8835839810211317811?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8835839810211317811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/meu-bebe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8835839810211317811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8835839810211317811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/meu-bebe.html' title='Meu Bebê'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZkWwVIiS7E/Tqg9csPoXII/AAAAAAAAAuw/_ivIXztQjl8/s72-c/mae-barriga-de-mulher-gravida-aparece-feto-fundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6966666523710960456</id><published>2011-10-19T11:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:09:57.011-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEe5wXfcUxA/Tp7MGZ7XJ3I/AAAAAAAAAuo/YiOM7764gBs/s1600/pessoas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEe5wXfcUxA/Tp7MGZ7XJ3I/AAAAAAAAAuo/YiOM7764gBs/s400/pessoas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas vão e vem em nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazem alegrias,levam bons momentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazem decepções,deixam em nós marcas de dor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dizem coisas que arrancam sorrisos,nos fazem coisas que deixam saudades,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem também cruéis palavras,sem medo de ferir,sem piedade alguma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Pessoas que amamos,pessoas que vem pra nos derrubar,pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que se vão e nunca nos comformamos,pessoas que nascem e nos apaixonamos inexplicávelmente lógo no primeiro olhar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que guardamos no coração,pessoas que temos que deixar de pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existência,Momentos,Lembranças,Caminhos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidas...Por Deus em nós dedicadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula,19 de Outubro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6966666523710960456?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6966666523710960456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/pessoas-vao-e-vem-em-nossa-vida-trazem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6966666523710960456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6966666523710960456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/pessoas-vao-e-vem-em-nossa-vida-trazem.html' title=''/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEe5wXfcUxA/Tp7MGZ7XJ3I/AAAAAAAAAuo/YiOM7764gBs/s72-c/pessoas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8831889735376239867</id><published>2011-10-11T10:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:53:42.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronta pra ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUGmBRb7DT0/TpRJ8MgO6ZI/AAAAAAAAAug/QB8pbEIrkhE/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUGmBRb7DT0/TpRJ8MgO6ZI/AAAAAAAAAug/QB8pbEIrkhE/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amando fui esquecida&lt;br /&gt;Esquecida deixei de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Por quem eu morria de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo pra me prender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ele tanto fiz,&lt;br /&gt;De nada hoje me restou,&lt;br /&gt;Tão repentino, tão lindo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que iludida eu chamava de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarda acordar, mas eu espero esse dia em que de você vou me libertar&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo meu coração se abrir novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Para verdadeiramente eu poder amar alguém;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como amei você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,11 de Outubro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8831889735376239867?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8831889735376239867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/pronta-pra-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8831889735376239867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8831889735376239867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/pronta-pra-ser-feliz.html' title='Pronta pra ser feliz'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUGmBRb7DT0/TpRJ8MgO6ZI/AAAAAAAAAug/QB8pbEIrkhE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-468938759737649973</id><published>2011-10-11T10:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:46:56.811-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu sinto por você???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h58POP6dmGg/TpRIMZvoj6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/KMUOS0f-bZc/s1600/imagesCABJZBLU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h58POP6dmGg/TpRIMZvoj6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/KMUOS0f-bZc/s1600/imagesCABJZBLU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Definir sentimentos quando estou a seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Quando te ouço me chamar,&lt;br /&gt;Quando meus lábios se fazem seus,&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo corre,&lt;br /&gt;Inquieto pelo que não sei te dizer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto por você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pego buscando uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;Calada ensaiando uma definição,&lt;br /&gt;Narrando um verso que te satisfaça,&lt;br /&gt;Por não saber;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto por você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem necessite compreender,&lt;br /&gt;Há quem se quer se importe com algo assim tão insignificante,&lt;br /&gt;Um nome;&lt;br /&gt;Quando mesmo sem perceber somos um só, ainda que só por desejos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,11 de Outubro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-468938759737649973?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/468938759737649973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-eu-sinto-por-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/468938759737649973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/468938759737649973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-eu-sinto-por-voce.html' title='O que eu sinto por você???'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h58POP6dmGg/TpRIMZvoj6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/KMUOS0f-bZc/s72-c/imagesCABJZBLU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6259409489055264655</id><published>2011-10-11T10:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:37:42.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em vão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97UN9aCwplo/TpRGQYjTE9I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/cStICT87HSU/s1600/O_tempo_Passa_copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97UN9aCwplo/TpRGQYjTE9I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/cStICT87HSU/s320/O_tempo_Passa_copy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O tempo bem que tentou&lt;br /&gt;Tirar você de minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;Me convencer que você não voltaria,&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me o que é ser amada,&lt;br /&gt;Seguir em frente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser o que eu era antes de ser sua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo se cansou e eu aqui&lt;br /&gt;Com as mais belas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Com a saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Com seus beijos tatuados em meus lábios;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a tristeza de te ver por aí e eu aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calada pelo passado,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando inquieta em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Desejando o que de mim tiveste tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Pagando pra ver meu amor vagando por aí;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,04 de Outubro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6259409489055264655?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6259409489055264655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/em-vao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6259409489055264655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6259409489055264655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/em-vao.html' title='Em vão...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97UN9aCwplo/TpRGQYjTE9I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/cStICT87HSU/s72-c/O_tempo_Passa_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-7361148513343938702</id><published>2011-10-11T10:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:31:21.984-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É preciso...</title><content type='html'>É preciso Sorrir para aliviar o peso do dia-a-dia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nN11gbhLYlA/TpRDfs9mLnI/AAAAAAAAAsg/aM3t9Be4ks8/s1600/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nN11gbhLYlA/TpRDfs9mLnI/AAAAAAAAAsg/aM3t9Be4ks8/s200/20.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso Perdoar para limpar o coração das impurezas das decepções;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp9_smSW2oo/TpRDnRI6yxI/AAAAAAAAAso/9Pzqym-EDsk/s1600/perdoar-e-viver-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp9_smSW2oo/TpRDnRI6yxI/AAAAAAAAAso/9Pzqym-EDsk/s320/perdoar-e-viver-5.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso Medo para aceitar que tudo na vida tem um limite;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-63iGrQVxR6w/TpRDsol24TI/AAAAAAAAAsw/qiuvwbOX9n0/s1600/2267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-63iGrQVxR6w/TpRDsol24TI/AAAAAAAAAsw/qiuvwbOX9n0/s320/2267.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso Igualdade para notar em si mesmo a mesma imperfeição ignorada pelo orgulho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xi9afxUQQ1M/TpRDxuhoP6I/AAAAAAAAAs4/35LW1uEOcME/s1600/igualdade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xi9afxUQQ1M/TpRDxuhoP6I/AAAAAAAAAs4/35LW1uEOcME/s320/igualdade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso Perder para compreender o tempo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVTEkPMV-9s/TpRD81vgc2I/AAAAAAAAAtA/W2rEybH_qsI/s1600/perdas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVTEkPMV-9s/TpRD81vgc2I/AAAAAAAAAtA/W2rEybH_qsI/s320/perdas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso Leis para saber as conseqüências dos atos e palavras;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NLNTWHfjkUU/TpRECAL3WPI/AAAAAAAAAtI/hfu6W4YCHR8/s1600/lei.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NLNTWHfjkUU/TpRECAL3WPI/AAAAAAAAAtI/hfu6W4YCHR8/s320/lei.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso Amigos para na vida nunca se sentir só;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vqJYkq2_vyU/TpREI7hJSmI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/memtGCBDIgM/s1600/amigos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vqJYkq2_vyU/TpREI7hJSmI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/memtGCBDIgM/s320/amigos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso Agir quando o silencio não cala a alma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yv_CBtD3cP8/TpRENZ1oPGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/e2ttQezXJWg/s1600/imagesCAMO04ZD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yv_CBtD3cP8/TpRENZ1oPGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/e2ttQezXJWg/s1600/imagesCAMO04ZD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso Silencio quando a mente se perde em inquietações;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW4_cesDaUA/TpRETjRLZrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/iVb20uK_-RI/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW4_cesDaUA/TpRETjRLZrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/iVb20uK_-RI/s1600/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso “Tudo” quando o mundo exige o melhor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iDPoYCZDu0/TpREe-F1JmI/AAAAAAAAAto/ccHFGdn8vGo/s1600/tudo.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iDPoYCZDu0/TpREe-F1JmI/AAAAAAAAAto/ccHFGdn8vGo/s1600/tudo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso “Nada” quando um gesto de carinho acontece inesperadamente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYXbiaHP1Sw/TpREj32kpwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/x45kO4smWLI/s1600/imagesCAPE71GQ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYXbiaHP1Sw/TpREj32kpwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/x45kO4smWLI/s1600/imagesCAPE71GQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso Chorar para dar paz à dor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YabNybt9gms/TpRE0XRoiKI/AAAAAAAAAt4/RHHsacPvSIU/s1600/chorar.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YabNybt9gms/TpRE0XRoiKI/AAAAAAAAAt4/RHHsacPvSIU/s1600/chorar.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso “Dois”, que correspondam um ao outro, que façam sentir o bom de ser amados;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dt9dDrSpMo/TpRE6IcMHmI/AAAAAAAAAuA/SAtRJ-KGyXk/s1600/CHANTE%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dt9dDrSpMo/TpRE6IcMHmI/AAAAAAAAAuA/SAtRJ-KGyXk/s320/CHANTE%257E1.JPG" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso Fim quando uma história só tende a revelar lágrimas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGMDeUc2xz4/TpRFAQ-Xq_I/AAAAAAAAAuI/RSLgTOdawWc/s1600/fim.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGMDeUc2xz4/TpRFAQ-Xq_I/AAAAAAAAAuI/RSLgTOdawWc/s1600/fim.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso... Que se faça algo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,11 de Outubro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-7361148513343938702?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/7361148513343938702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-preciso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/7361148513343938702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/7361148513343938702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-preciso.html' title='É preciso...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nN11gbhLYlA/TpRDfs9mLnI/AAAAAAAAAsg/aM3t9Be4ks8/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8768559759522449844</id><published>2011-10-09T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:05:56.005-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bela moça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-vPgRTSZFg/TpGqNfEKO-I/AAAAAAAAAsU/iuARmFIcDnI/s1600/250099_105121312906094_100002246780173_47580_3080116_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-vPgRTSZFg/TpGqNfEKO-I/AAAAAAAAAsU/iuARmFIcDnI/s400/250099_105121312906094_100002246780173_47580_3080116_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bela moça de infindos atributos&lt;br /&gt;Que meus versos se empenham em narrar.&lt;br /&gt;Linda e doce como uma rosa,&lt;br /&gt;Radiante e misteriosa como a noite,&lt;br /&gt;Sensível como uma gota de orvalho ao tocar uma flor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela... A moça que jamais esqueceria se fosse apenas um sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traços delicados que em cautela eu tento em palavras desenhar,&lt;br /&gt;Voz suave que se faz o som do vento ao céu,&lt;br /&gt;Meiga e dona de tudo o que deseja;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrebatando com seu sorriso essa minha poesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia que eu dedico&lt;br /&gt;No contraste do meu carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Que a cada dia se torna único;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que eu aprenda em cada momento como cuidar de uma amizade tão valiosa em meu caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,07 de Outubro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8768559759522449844?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8768559759522449844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/bela-moca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8768559759522449844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8768559759522449844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/bela-moca.html' title='Bela moça'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-vPgRTSZFg/TpGqNfEKO-I/AAAAAAAAAsU/iuARmFIcDnI/s72-c/250099_105121312906094_100002246780173_47580_3080116_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-4061755519403588535</id><published>2011-10-03T08:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:48:26.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora da decisão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hb4_no-Cwpg/TomgkMg3NaI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/O4ByfvVvARM/s1600/BALANA%257E1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hb4_no-Cwpg/TomgkMg3NaI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/O4ByfvVvARM/s1600/BALANA%257E1.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Em meio a tantos dilemas relacionados à vida pessoal comecei a buscar a minha visão sobre algo que move nossa existência nesse mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o amor como um sentimento que nos manipula e que ao mesmo tempo nos faz sorrir e cantar ”à toa” por onde quer que estejamos.&lt;br /&gt;Ele nos faz sofrer por uns, iludir a outros, e frustrar a nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Insistir em uma historia que não tem possibilidade nenhuma de seguir continuidade e cegar os olhos da emoção ignorando a razão é muito insano, porém, nos dá asas para viver esse incontido sentimento numa fantasia que auto permitimos alimentar na mente, mesmo que seja em segredo.&lt;br /&gt;Expressamos desejos pelo outro em qualquer momento sem pestanejar,&lt;br /&gt;Beijamos e até dizemos loucas e lindas palavras por medo de ficar só, para forçar nosso psicológico a aceitar o que nem nossos olhos aceitam quando estão diante de alguém que marcou nossos caminhos;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sentir que já encontrou o maior tesouro do mundo e dele cuidar religiosamente é uma sensação única na vida...&lt;br /&gt;Seria tão mais fácil tocar a vida pra frente depois de um adeus e apagar da memória cada loucura e cada segundo em contato com tudo aquilo que lhe fez feliz, mas não é bem assim, nossas próprias palavras trêmulas nessa hora tão dolorosa nos prende e nos impede de reconstruir o que havia de bom no coração quando entregamos nossos sonhos ,quando juramos em voz alta “Nem que não estejas comigo,não vou te esquecer nunca!” e passa o tempo que for aquela saudade assombra toda e qualquer oportunidade de sentir novamente essa felicidade sem definição.&lt;br /&gt;É tão cruel ter ao nosso lado alguém que dedica horas e horas cuidando e se esforçando para nos ver bem, e sem nenhuma justificativa fingimos e até ignoramos tal carinho, por dentro convivendo com uma culpa que cresce na alma e nos torna insensíveis e desonestos.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que saibamos que o outro (a) talvez também mantenha esse amor, nos deparamos com grandes obstáculos que põe diante de nós tudo o que hoje pode vir a ser o “Fim da linha” nessa confusão toda:&lt;br /&gt;_O que nos tornamos até aqui;&lt;br /&gt;_Com quem dediquei cada noite de desejo;&lt;br /&gt;_Do que não posso abrir mão por esses velhos e bons e bons tempos;&lt;br /&gt;_Como refazer tudo diante de tanta opinião, com aqueles que nos ofereceram ombro amigo nas horas de sofrimento;&lt;br /&gt;E a balança pende para um lado!&lt;br /&gt;É chegada à hora de decidir, Qual é a SUA decisão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,03 de Outubro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-4061755519403588535?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/4061755519403588535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/hora-da-dacisao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4061755519403588535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4061755519403588535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/10/hora-da-dacisao.html' title='Hora da decisão'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hb4_no-Cwpg/TomgkMg3NaI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/O4ByfvVvARM/s72-c/BALANA%257E1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-2865534377113512581</id><published>2011-09-25T16:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:54:05.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lz7Lc-JPtmg/Tn-GbKA-PfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/qLRJAG6OieM/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lz7Lc-JPtmg/Tn-GbKA-PfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/qLRJAG6OieM/s320/images.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje reconheço que nunca tentei te esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Reconheço que não me conformei com o fim,&lt;br /&gt;Reconheço que não aprendi com tanta dor,&lt;br /&gt;Reconheço que não fui nada pra você;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não nasceste pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Espero em vão o que sei que não vai voltar,&lt;br /&gt;Loucuras, Declarações, Tardes de chuva em teus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos estão em minha mente tão intactos quanto essa saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Brilhantes, Sedutores, Inesquecíveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse sentimento incurável arraigado nas minhas lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São duras as suas palavras quando se trata de nós,&lt;br /&gt;“Nós” que só existiu na minha triste ilusão!&lt;br /&gt;São mesquinhos os motivos que tens pra rejeitar tudo o que juntos vivemos,&lt;br /&gt;Intensos por mim guardados a sete chaves na memória!&lt;br /&gt;Injustificável incompatibilidade entre nós dois,&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconheço esse mal que me fere que ainda não consegui me livrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,25 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-2865534377113512581?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/2865534377113512581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/mesmo-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2865534377113512581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2865534377113512581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/mesmo-assim.html' title='Mesmo assim...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lz7Lc-JPtmg/Tn-GbKA-PfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/qLRJAG6OieM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-3896495993741108011</id><published>2011-09-25T16:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:47:27.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EILvJWuy-yk/Tn-FN0eQbuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/bROJXpFTkMg/s1600/poesia%252520%252520pppp.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EILvJWuy-yk/Tn-FN0eQbuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/bROJXpFTkMg/s400/poesia%252520%252520pppp.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quero a minha poesia&lt;br /&gt;Nas paredes do tempo por tempo por onde passei,&lt;br /&gt;Nos corações pelos quais um dia me empenhei,&lt;br /&gt;Embalando romances que em versos inventei,&lt;br /&gt;Nos únicos amores que já provei,&lt;br /&gt;Amarelados nas estantes em que me inspirei;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha poesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Para o coração,&lt;br /&gt;Para responder,&lt;br /&gt;Para questionar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos e pessoas que na paz da poesia eu me atrevia a falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,25 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-3896495993741108011?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/3896495993741108011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/minha-poesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3896495993741108011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3896495993741108011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/minha-poesia.html' title='Minha poesia'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EILvJWuy-yk/Tn-FN0eQbuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/bROJXpFTkMg/s72-c/poesia%252520%252520pppp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-3357468656707829911</id><published>2011-09-25T16:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:43:08.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde pra me arrepender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O41cSC8dDvE/Tn-DrmpecWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/VRmNCxTmH1g/s1600/jpg_20110727100313_593_gg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O41cSC8dDvE/Tn-DrmpecWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/VRmNCxTmH1g/s400/jpg_20110727100313_593_gg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Talvez um dia&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nunca,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez quando for tarde demais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprenda a dar o valor que o meu coração não enxerga em você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valor que não encontrei em mais ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Amor que ninguém mais sabe me dar,&lt;br /&gt;Vida repleta de felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida que não sei almejar,&lt;br /&gt;Amor que não aprendi a cultivar,&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade que ao teu lado está...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me antes de te perder,&lt;br /&gt;Tanto carinho que hoje não sei agradecer,&lt;br /&gt;Antes que seja tarde;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde pra me arrepender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,25 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-3357468656707829911?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/3357468656707829911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/tarde-pra-me-apprepender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3357468656707829911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3357468656707829911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/tarde-pra-me-apprepender.html' title='Tarde pra me arrepender'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O41cSC8dDvE/Tn-DrmpecWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/VRmNCxTmH1g/s72-c/jpg_20110727100313_593_gg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-1297532903241008711</id><published>2011-09-24T19:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T19:13:21.011-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tocar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqBE01B5aVc/Tn5Vj19QP7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/PpdoxyAsTV4/s1600/1303838964_185155973_1-Massoterapeuta-Massagem-em-varias-especialidades-Shiatsu-Anma-ao-Paulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqBE01B5aVc/Tn5Vj19QP7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/PpdoxyAsTV4/s400/1303838964_185155973_1-Massoterapeuta-Massagem-em-varias-especialidades-Shiatsu-Anma-ao-Paulo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um leve toque&lt;br /&gt;Toque que acalma,&lt;br /&gt;Toque que alivia,&lt;br /&gt;Que acaricia a alma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas mãos que deslizam serenas na pele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de devolver noites perdidas de sono,&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de provocar sensação de prazer,&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de levar-nos longe de nós mesmos,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que por um instante;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-nos voltar de algum lugar, lugar onde nos encontramos com nossos pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toque de silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Toque de uma surreal viagem,&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos que vão e que vem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em uma revigorante massagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,24 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-1297532903241008711?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/1297532903241008711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/tocar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1297532903241008711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1297532903241008711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/tocar.html' title='Tocar'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqBE01B5aVc/Tn5Vj19QP7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/PpdoxyAsTV4/s72-c/1303838964_185155973_1-Massoterapeuta-Massagem-em-varias-especialidades-Shiatsu-Anma-ao-Paulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-894059717732508013</id><published>2011-09-20T11:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:29:40.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha libido em suas mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWg_TWlT2Yg/Tnii3XA55iI/AAAAAAAAAr8/GXTKwVbyVow/s1600/39299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWg_TWlT2Yg/Tnii3XA55iI/AAAAAAAAAr8/GXTKwVbyVow/s1600/39299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Impróprio aos olhos da razão,&lt;br /&gt;Proibido e tentador quanto o pecado,&lt;br /&gt;Contra tudo o que difere o certo do errado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobiço-te mesmo na certeza irreversível de saber o que és pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te ainda mais por lembrar de tudo que senti de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Espero-te ansiosa por mais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que é impossível controlar quando você vem em meu pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sei o que estou fazendo?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Se me arrependo de nós?&lt;br /&gt;Por nada nesse mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Se conto as horas pra me ver tomada pela sua fúria de ser?&lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;Cada noite que se vai;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que junto aos raios do sol vem deixando saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,19 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-894059717732508013?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/894059717732508013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/minha-libido-em-suas-maos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/894059717732508013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/894059717732508013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/minha-libido-em-suas-maos.html' title='Minha libido em suas mãos'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWg_TWlT2Yg/Tnii3XA55iI/AAAAAAAAAr8/GXTKwVbyVow/s72-c/39299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-743491202860067742</id><published>2011-09-20T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:23:03.571-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha infância querida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4IeSAB0qcqQ/Tniho2Oth4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/60U7TbDCvHE/s1600/digitalizar0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4IeSAB0qcqQ/Tniho2Oth4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/60U7TbDCvHE/s400/digitalizar0003.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fui tardes de sol sem pensar em nada,&lt;br /&gt;Fui riso do que ainda tinha graça,&lt;br /&gt;Fui o sono interrompido pelo trovão na minha janela,&lt;br /&gt;Fui o 1°amor,&lt;br /&gt;Fui o choro de tudo o que eu sabia que não mais voltaria,&lt;br /&gt;Fui o pé no chão correndo pela calçada sem preocupação;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui criança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ainda não conhecia a vida:&lt;br /&gt;Vida esquecida nas horas cheias e apressadas,&lt;br /&gt;Quando meu único medo era de não ter um dia ensolarado pra brincar no quintal;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ainda era apenas uma criança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma infância infinda de lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;De sonhos e fantasias,&lt;br /&gt;De tudo o que só no meu mundo existia,&lt;br /&gt;Numa infância de menina;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que outra eu não desejaria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,19 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-743491202860067742?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/743491202860067742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/minha-infancia-querida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/743491202860067742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/743491202860067742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/minha-infancia-querida.html' title='Minha infância querida'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4IeSAB0qcqQ/Tniho2Oth4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/60U7TbDCvHE/s72-c/digitalizar0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6232108281153159744</id><published>2011-09-17T19:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:54:22.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se é o que queremos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pf5KmaBIXE/TnUkviQyetI/AAAAAAAAAr0/M0qyarrqzr4/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pf5KmaBIXE/TnUkviQyetI/AAAAAAAAAr0/M0qyarrqzr4/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por trás de tanta indiferença,&lt;br /&gt;Um amor tão lindo que não és merecedor.&lt;br /&gt;Por trás da minha insensibilidade,&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo forte batendo no peito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;Opostos a tudo nunca buscando cumplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Pouco se esforçando a fazer o outro feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Tão egoístas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagando pra ver tudo desmoronar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São raros de romantismo,&lt;br /&gt;São escassos de saudades,&lt;br /&gt;São inseguros pra expressar união,&lt;br /&gt;São enganados por prazer e desgaste;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos corações descrentes querendo ficar só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,17 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6232108281153159744?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6232108281153159744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-e-o-que-queremos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6232108281153159744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6232108281153159744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-e-o-que-queremos.html' title='Se é o que queremos...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pf5KmaBIXE/TnUkviQyetI/AAAAAAAAAr0/M0qyarrqzr4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-7657665388487409861</id><published>2011-09-16T12:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:19:09.165-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A noite do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SiN9X7P9LJI/TnNo3PEolOI/AAAAAAAAAro/5o0LFeG2QE4/s1600/301337_263886043632374_100000329413140_871261_832679781_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SiN9X7P9LJI/TnNo3PEolOI/AAAAAAAAAro/5o0LFeG2QE4/s400/301337_263886043632374_100000329413140_871261_832679781_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Noite fria, Noite bela.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi lindas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;E não foi de um poeta.&lt;br /&gt;Não foi de um escritor,&lt;br /&gt;Não era de um filme ao fundo da televisão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi do meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti a infinda sensação de ser amada,&lt;br /&gt;E não foi um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Nem foi um delírio da minha insônia,&lt;br /&gt;Nem mais uma entre os nossos inúmeros momentos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão real quanto às estrelas que da janela testemunhavam nosso desejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardei cada instante dessa noite&lt;br /&gt;Noite fria ,Noite bela.&lt;br /&gt;Que nos embalava,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos desprendia,&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo, do mundo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sete chaves bem aqui... No coração e na poesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,16 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-7657665388487409861?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/7657665388487409861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/noite-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/7657665388487409861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/7657665388487409861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/noite-do-amor.html' title='A noite do amor'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SiN9X7P9LJI/TnNo3PEolOI/AAAAAAAAAro/5o0LFeG2QE4/s72-c/301337_263886043632374_100000329413140_871261_832679781_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8816609562673323174</id><published>2011-09-15T14:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:41:45.892-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Daiana Garcia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7BCppw-qJwE/TnI4WlcmC6I/AAAAAAAAArY/r_4UL9RSTbs/s1600/222655_141334669272889_100001890701457_257147_8284506_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7BCppw-qJwE/TnI4WlcmC6I/AAAAAAAAArY/r_4UL9RSTbs/s400/222655_141334669272889_100001890701457_257147_8284506_n.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos esses sentimentos que ela me faz expressar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;São mãos a reger uma canção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Carinho sem explicação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saudade independente de razão, razão de não amar por não a ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Razão de buscar respostas quando o coração por si só se enche de felicidade de saber que ela existe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Insiste e consiste em ser cada vez mais do que já percebi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ela tem a leveza de uma borboleta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No bom humor inigualável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem a doçura e meiguice de um anjo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Refletidas naquele olhar acolhedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se prende ao que lhe faz mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não muda para que o mundo a aceite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixa sempre vestígios que voltará, e quando volta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me transmite o mesmo encanto a cada dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como o sol que nasce e se põe gracioso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como a chuva de verão que brinca na minha varanda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ela...minha amiga e blogueira Daiana!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Schuan,15 de Setembro de 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8816609562673323174?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8816609562673323174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/daiana-garcia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8816609562673323174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8816609562673323174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/daiana-garcia.html' title='Daiana Garcia'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7BCppw-qJwE/TnI4WlcmC6I/AAAAAAAAArY/r_4UL9RSTbs/s72-c/222655_141334669272889_100001890701457_257147_8284506_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-3257735778180329487</id><published>2011-09-14T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:51:08.888-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-FAhTWqEX0/TnEFhwobPRI/AAAAAAAAArU/daOeruqZsrI/s1600/defeitos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-FAhTWqEX0/TnEFhwobPRI/AAAAAAAAArU/daOeruqZsrI/s400/defeitos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sou traço sem destino,&lt;br /&gt;História sem enredo,&lt;br /&gt;Mágoa guardada pelo passado,&lt;br /&gt;Anomalia de uma personalidade terrível,&lt;br /&gt;Referência do errado,&lt;br /&gt;Exemplo de uma vida que não leva a nada,&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança vergonhosa,&lt;br /&gt;Medo de seguir em frente,&lt;br /&gt;Tempo perdido tentando se salvar,&lt;br /&gt;Fruto do que não escolhi,&lt;br /&gt;Sangue rejeitado por mim mesma escorrendo ódio,&lt;br /&gt;Carência,&lt;br /&gt;Busca,&lt;br /&gt;Perda;&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer... Mas sou eu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondido em mim ao que me revela o verdadeiro motivo pra estar aqui:&lt;br /&gt;Luta,&lt;br /&gt;Confiança,&lt;br /&gt;Poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Sensibilidade,&lt;br /&gt;Carisma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconhecida por quem mais esperava reconhecimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,09 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-3257735778180329487?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/3257735778180329487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/defeitos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3257735778180329487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3257735778180329487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/defeitos.html' title='Defeitos'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-FAhTWqEX0/TnEFhwobPRI/AAAAAAAAArU/daOeruqZsrI/s72-c/defeitos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6418241213852970618</id><published>2011-09-14T16:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:27:55.961-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquecida em algum lugar por mim mesma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-md3P7cfsTqM/TnD_S8R4MzI/AAAAAAAAArQ/alHaCbtgNRI/s1600/imagesCA474OON.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-md3P7cfsTqM/TnD_S8R4MzI/AAAAAAAAArQ/alHaCbtgNRI/s320/imagesCA474OON.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não me amo como sou,&lt;br /&gt;Me suporto.&lt;br /&gt;Me devoro,&lt;br /&gt;Me escondo por trás do que não vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Finjo ser o que admiro lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;Minto fazer coisas que matam minhas horas, sei de assuntos que se quer ouvi falar,&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a esquecer do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci o que quero pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;Me debato entre as falsas opiniões sobre mim,&lt;br /&gt;Mostro o que sou e mesmo assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais fácil nunca me entender,&lt;br /&gt;Me ignorar,&lt;br /&gt;Me apagar,&lt;br /&gt;Pagar pra se decepcionar ao me ver bem,&lt;br /&gt;Me dar um minuto que seja;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra saber que nem eu ainda compreendi o que há comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,09 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6418241213852970618?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6418241213852970618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/esquecida-em-algum-lugar-por-mim-mesma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6418241213852970618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6418241213852970618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/esquecida-em-algum-lugar-por-mim-mesma.html' title='Esquecida em algum lugar por mim mesma'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-md3P7cfsTqM/TnD_S8R4MzI/AAAAAAAAArQ/alHaCbtgNRI/s72-c/imagesCA474OON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-4991275744875075448</id><published>2011-09-14T11:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:34:03.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagos sentidos na minha mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3rWqFWf82A/TnC64RzIvWI/AAAAAAAAArM/fdwSNucp-ko/s1600/nada1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3rWqFWf82A/TnC64RzIvWI/AAAAAAAAArM/fdwSNucp-ko/s400/nada1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nada pra comemorar,&lt;br /&gt;Nada pra querer lembrar,&lt;br /&gt;Nada pra contar,&lt;br /&gt;Nada pra me fazer sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Nada que de cor a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Vida que se esqueceu no acinzentado do céu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que era azul quando mal compreendia tantas confusões sem explicação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;Nessa poesia que é a lagrima seca dos meus olhos insensíveis,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos cansados de buscar um lugar de paz,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos desenganados por falsos amores,&lt;br /&gt;Que me tornaram o que sou hoje;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta sem amor, mentindo pra mim mesma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sim se nada me fizesse tão vítima de tudo o que vem e percebo desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;Tão culpada a ponto de não enxergar em que momento,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sobrasse algum verso,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez alguém;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me mostrasse como é a felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,08 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-4991275744875075448?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/4991275744875075448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/nada-pra-comemorar-nada-pra-querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4991275744875075448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4991275744875075448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/nada-pra-comemorar-nada-pra-querer.html' title='Vagos sentidos na minha mente'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3rWqFWf82A/TnC64RzIvWI/AAAAAAAAArM/fdwSNucp-ko/s72-c/nada1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8083650414114448444</id><published>2011-09-14T11:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:28:10.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Distantes por um segundo de paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z07oirZ_ahU/TnC5Vt8NyaI/AAAAAAAAArI/LhDTM07kcCs/s1600/imagesCAGBB6QZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z07oirZ_ahU/TnC5Vt8NyaI/AAAAAAAAArI/LhDTM07kcCs/s320/imagesCAGBB6QZ.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já que não sente o que me diz,&lt;br /&gt;Já que não se importa em ver o que me tornei,&lt;br /&gt;Já que só aprende quando perdes para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Já que não soube ser minha amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Não se esforçou em me entender,&lt;br /&gt;Não tentou me amar;&lt;br /&gt;Nem se quer imagina quão grande e feroz é esse sentimento que plantou na minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;E que mais cedo ou mais tarde vai me matar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela&lt;br /&gt;A quem eu não tenho mais medo&lt;br /&gt;A quem me mostrou que não há mais em quem confiar,&lt;br /&gt;A quem não esperava tal frieza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saída e sensação&lt;br /&gt;De falta,&lt;br /&gt;De lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;De tanta coisa que eu não precisava saber,&lt;br /&gt;De ser tudo o que ela não pôde ser;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,04 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8083650414114448444?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8083650414114448444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/distantes-por-um-segundo-de-paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8083650414114448444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8083650414114448444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/distantes-por-um-segundo-de-paz.html' title='Distantes por um segundo de paz'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z07oirZ_ahU/TnC5Vt8NyaI/AAAAAAAAArI/LhDTM07kcCs/s72-c/imagesCAGBB6QZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-703787422240357805</id><published>2011-09-14T11:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:19:48.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saídas &amp; Sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrGwl2V0V_4/TnC3bt8tzII/AAAAAAAAArE/EBBcHQC_ErM/s1600/rua_sem_saida.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrGwl2V0V_4/TnC3bt8tzII/AAAAAAAAArE/EBBcHQC_ErM/s320/rua_sem_saida.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Perto dela&lt;br /&gt;Estou sempre calada,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com o rosto expressando tristeza, ódio.&lt;br /&gt;Longe dela&lt;br /&gt;Meu sorriso se desenha aos movimentos das nuvens;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vento que me leva daqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visto minhas asas&lt;br /&gt;De linhas brancas a espera de versos,&lt;br /&gt;Asas negras, asas brancas... Talvez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me levam pra longe&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixam aqui inalando todo esse rancor,&lt;br /&gt;Rancor que não me permite olhar no espelho,&lt;br /&gt;Rancor que só cresce quando busco infindas respostas pra inúmeras perguntas;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas essas que já existem desde que nasci, já que não morri como ela queria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,04 de Setembro de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-703787422240357805?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/703787422240357805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/saidas-sensacoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/703787422240357805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/703787422240357805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/09/saidas-sensacoes.html' title='Saídas &amp; Sensações'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrGwl2V0V_4/TnC3bt8tzII/AAAAAAAAArE/EBBcHQC_ErM/s72-c/rua_sem_saida.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-1420796833795931878</id><published>2011-08-24T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:37:34.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lccZ94c-OgA/TlT-c8gMksI/AAAAAAAAArA/h8qoLR4gitI/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lccZ94c-OgA/TlT-c8gMksI/AAAAAAAAArA/h8qoLR4gitI/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nosso caso não se dissipa&lt;br /&gt;Não se explica não se descreve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos presente de um passado inocente,&lt;br /&gt;Somos inconseqüentes de um futuro por nós jamais imaginado,&lt;br /&gt;Somos o agora,&lt;br /&gt;Somos o calor que incendeia nossa saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Somos algo que não sabemos o que;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento misterioso que aplaca a alma e nos invade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos assuntos que mudam nos flagras de cada sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Somos beijos loucos que nos calam de repente,&lt;br /&gt;Somos corda forte que não se rompe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançando sob nossos pés destemidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos...&lt;br /&gt;Somos alguma coisa que não importa,&lt;br /&gt;Que não cobra satisfações,&lt;br /&gt;Que não se abala,&lt;br /&gt;Que causa medo,&lt;br /&gt;Que atua em segredo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientes de cada ato,&lt;br /&gt;Independentes do que possam pensar de nós,&lt;br /&gt;Irreverentes mudando estações de nossos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Indecentes desmascarando nosso pudor oculto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos... Mesmo sem ter noção do que seja toda essa história!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,24 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-1420796833795931878?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/1420796833795931878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/somos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1420796833795931878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1420796833795931878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/somos.html' title='Somos...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lccZ94c-OgA/TlT-c8gMksI/AAAAAAAAArA/h8qoLR4gitI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-483776263891220135</id><published>2011-08-23T16:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:41:17.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só existe uma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxO2K8eSgAo/TlQBxeg-fEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/szfrCZZIiIg/s1600/Z1s8flam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxO2K8eSgAo/TlQBxeg-fEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/szfrCZZIiIg/s400/Z1s8flam.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma que vive pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;Uma que sabe fazer como você quer,&lt;br /&gt;Uma que entende seus olhos como ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que te rouba com o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que te acorrenta com beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Que solta à própria alma na tua voz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de equilibrar nossos momentos&lt;br /&gt;Tão perdida quanto você,&lt;br /&gt;Tão dopada com tantos sentimentos quanto você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não imaginava te querer assim,&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não sei mais te apagar de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não posso evitar:&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Teu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Teu nome,&lt;br /&gt;Teu mundo me envolvendo;&lt;br /&gt;Assim de um jeito tão nosso;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo guardado...Inquieto e intenso dentro de mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,23 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-483776263891220135?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/483776263891220135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-existe-uma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/483776263891220135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/483776263891220135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-existe-uma.html' title='Só existe uma...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxO2K8eSgAo/TlQBxeg-fEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/szfrCZZIiIg/s72-c/Z1s8flam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-2504736104805100632</id><published>2011-08-22T08:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:24:40.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmqLdmAduV0/TlI7-pTvbgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WqbBgRMsZr4/s1600/amor2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmqLdmAduV0/TlI7-pTvbgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WqbBgRMsZr4/s400/amor2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Tantas palavras pra dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Palavras que quero ouvir de ouvir de você,&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Do nada ou quem sabe ensaiadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que me levem a abraçá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que me tirem a voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que me façam beijá-lo no disparar do coração;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Por mais simples que sejam... ainda sim palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Em longas cartas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Em janelas embaçadas pelo frio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Nas mãos úmidas e nervosas pela sua presença,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Em muros marcados por nossos beijos de saudade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;O que sei que só você me diria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Mil anos passariam e eu ainda as ouviria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Envelheceríamos e eu não as esqueceria jamais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Brigas e crises chegariam e elas sempre me fariam ter certeza do seu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Em meus ouvidos bem baixinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Curtas no olhar sincero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Longas diante do mundo inteiro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que venham de mim... Que venham de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Schuan,20 de Agosto de 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-2504736104805100632?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/2504736104805100632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/palavras-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2504736104805100632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2504736104805100632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/palavras-de-amor.html' title='Palavras de amor'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmqLdmAduV0/TlI7-pTvbgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WqbBgRMsZr4/s72-c/amor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6675388081432818756</id><published>2011-08-19T14:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:11:47.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deusa rara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAuyxKEuCE8/Tk6YEViYCPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/YpqwVPDjx4A/s1600/mulher_na_janela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAuyxKEuCE8/Tk6YEViYCPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/YpqwVPDjx4A/s400/mulher_na_janela.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aqueles olhos que me miravam&lt;br /&gt;Curvas que me levavam a imaginá-la a onde quer que eu estivesse,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi-la me desprendia do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Me embriagava o desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Cobiça egoísta que a tornava minha mesmo que nos meus sonhos só era minha;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem ela saber que me tem sem se quer perceber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda e sagaz&lt;br /&gt;Chegou na inquietude de um anjo,&lt;br /&gt;Me deixando sempre a esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Não... não me faça esperar tanto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte essencial do fim desse meu novo que causava medo até você aparecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela que se faz&lt;br /&gt;Que acontece,&lt;br /&gt;Que causa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim... assim mesmo sem entender como...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,19 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6675388081432818756?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6675388081432818756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/aqueles-olhos-que-me-miravam-curvas-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6675388081432818756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6675388081432818756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/aqueles-olhos-que-me-miravam-curvas-que.html' title='Deusa rara'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAuyxKEuCE8/Tk6YEViYCPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/YpqwVPDjx4A/s72-c/mulher_na_janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-1110351015350910017</id><published>2011-08-19T12:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T12:20:24.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apego repentino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAzDdq6flOc/Tk5-pVNkRVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/HqPvBGDzGYg/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAzDdq6flOc/Tk5-pVNkRVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/HqPvBGDzGYg/s400/untitled.bmp" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dizer adeus é algo que não sei&lt;br /&gt;Algo que dói,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que não me acostumei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ver mais alguém tão especial&lt;br /&gt;Não conviver com alguém que tem tanto pra ensinar,&lt;br /&gt;Não ter os momentos que eu eternizei cada segundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazio que roubou meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Distancia que apaga o brilho do meu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Saudade que hoje fica e fere o coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apego involuntário que revela carência &lt;br /&gt;Guardado na mente,&lt;br /&gt;Tão rápido... mas se acabou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá estou eu falando de nada mais, nada menos alguém que me encantou... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,18 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-1110351015350910017?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/1110351015350910017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/apego-repentino.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1110351015350910017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1110351015350910017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/apego-repentino.html' title='Apego repentino'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAzDdq6flOc/Tk5-pVNkRVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/HqPvBGDzGYg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8015286221817253823</id><published>2011-08-16T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T16:29:32.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrinha perfeita é ela ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9akpswaM1lc/TkrE1C3yNhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/yePwLYmoqNk/s1600/DSC01373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9akpswaM1lc/TkrE1C3yNhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/yePwLYmoqNk/s400/DSC01373.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se não fosse por ela&lt;br /&gt;Morreria sem sentir um amor que ninguém consegue desfazer entre eu e ela,&lt;br /&gt;Teria apenas momentos de tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Seria incapaz de descrever como é ser amada por alguém tão doce e sincera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só ela...&lt;br /&gt;Me entende,&lt;br /&gt;Põe em meus lábios um belo sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Em meus olhos um brilho inenarrável,&lt;br /&gt;Me faz uma linda companhia,&lt;br /&gt;Me ama,&lt;br /&gt;Me ouve,&lt;br /&gt;Não mede esforços para ser presente em minha jornada;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só ela...&lt;br /&gt;Que provou dia-a-dia ser a pessoa perfeita&lt;br /&gt;Ser a madrinha perfeita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela...&lt;br /&gt;Que tem lugar especial dentro de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Que me proporciona horas imensamente agradáveis!&lt;br /&gt;Minha Margarete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,15 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8015286221817253823?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8015286221817253823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/madrinha-perfeita-e-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8015286221817253823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8015286221817253823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/madrinha-perfeita-e-ela.html' title='Madrinha perfeita é ela ...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9akpswaM1lc/TkrE1C3yNhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/yePwLYmoqNk/s72-c/DSC01373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6292441203566494659</id><published>2011-08-16T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:47:21.554-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardado pra ele...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K89UNNIUszI/Tkq643jPjTI/AAAAAAAAAqY/XZgzaGkWEig/s1600/imagesCA537AB4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K89UNNIUszI/Tkq643jPjTI/AAAAAAAAAqY/XZgzaGkWEig/s400/imagesCA537AB4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mesmo sem você eu sigo meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Levando comigo a esperança de te ter ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Que me mantém te esperando, até quando não sei!&lt;br /&gt;Que só de saber que lembras de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me desistir de tirá-lo do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu jeito cuidadoso com meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Teu medo que é meu medo quando imagino minha vida sem sua presença,&lt;br /&gt;Teu carinho que me confunde,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor por você que não morre e deseja tua felicidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que ela talvez esteja guardada em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só o tempo irá dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Se valeu com paciência aguardar.&lt;br /&gt;Amando calada alguém que cativou minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que sofreu tanto ao se entregar para as pessoas erradas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui... Com esse amor querendo te fazer feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,15 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6292441203566494659?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6292441203566494659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/guardado-pra-ele.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6292441203566494659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6292441203566494659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/guardado-pra-ele.html' title='Guardado pra ele...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K89UNNIUszI/Tkq643jPjTI/AAAAAAAAAqY/XZgzaGkWEig/s72-c/imagesCA537AB4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-7383677380052340928</id><published>2011-08-16T15:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:42:45.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah,os Avós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rDYHQhVwgQ/Tkq5d5QXMAI/AAAAAAAAAqI/TXDeRIw6wBE/s1600/imagesCA5HOQ01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rDYHQhVwgQ/Tkq5d5QXMAI/AAAAAAAAAqI/TXDeRIw6wBE/s400/imagesCA5HOQ01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eles quem tanto esperam por nós,&lt;br /&gt;Eles quem nos embalam quando bebes,&lt;br /&gt;Eles quem nos mimam,&lt;br /&gt;Eles quem nos estragam,&lt;br /&gt;Eles quem sabem do que gostamos e o que nos acalma,&lt;br /&gt;Eles quem nos dão um amor sem igual,&lt;br /&gt;Eles quem sofrem quando sofremos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLFtDLlPUhA/Tkq5ligPktI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5Q13-BjPFJY/s1600/imagesCA38AXFS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLFtDLlPUhA/Tkq5ligPktI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5Q13-BjPFJY/s320/imagesCA38AXFS.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que muitas vezes se vão sem nos conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Que se tornam nossos anjos,&lt;br /&gt;Que partem e não aceitamos jamais,&lt;br /&gt;Que em nosso coração entram e de lá nunca saem,&lt;br /&gt;Que não importa quem foram no passado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serão sempre nossos queridos e corujas avós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRNCkYQ-C4U/Tkq5tlHRKtI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/3OWQNwqr3iQ/s1600/imagesCAJWB3QS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRNCkYQ-C4U/Tkq5tlHRKtI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/3OWQNwqr3iQ/s320/imagesCAJWB3QS.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do colinho doce mesmo quando estávamos sujos,&lt;br /&gt;Da sopinha que sempre nos faz melhorar de um mal estar,&lt;br /&gt;De uma caminhada ao sol junto a um bom sorvete na hora do almoço,&lt;br /&gt;A quem corríamos quando nos chamavam a atenção;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLzoGd7ORCA/Tkq59ZDvSDI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CRXmjmAQQrQ/s1600/imagesCASBP88B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLzoGd7ORCA/Tkq59ZDvSDI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CRXmjmAQQrQ/s320/imagesCASBP88B.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre eles... Nossos insubstituíveis e preciosos Avós!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,15 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-7383677380052340928?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/7383677380052340928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/ahos-avos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/7383677380052340928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/7383677380052340928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/ahos-avos.html' title='Ah,os Avós...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rDYHQhVwgQ/Tkq5d5QXMAI/AAAAAAAAAqI/TXDeRIw6wBE/s72-c/imagesCA5HOQ01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-7127425457483899346</id><published>2011-08-16T15:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:35:52.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0G8rUrwrRDA/Tkq4EJu6fPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yssAaHfd3p4/s1600/7060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0G8rUrwrRDA/Tkq4EJu6fPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yssAaHfd3p4/s400/7060.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Essa euforia toda parece loucura&lt;br /&gt;Em querer mostrar o quanto sei ser companheira.&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me assusta,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me preenche,&lt;br /&gt;Que acrescenta vida nos meus dias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando paro e percebo os amigos que posso no dedo contar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns bem quietos,&lt;br /&gt;Outros que falam mais do que me ouvem,&lt;br /&gt;Alguns que tem um charme quase hipnotizador,&lt;br /&gt;Que me olham lá de cima,&lt;br /&gt;Misteriosos demais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um com seu jeito, morando no meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos pra boas risadas,&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que nunca me deixam no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Amigos com quem tenho muitas historias,&lt;br /&gt;Amigos com quem vivi intensa emoção,&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que enquanto vivos sempre foram inenarráveis,&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que conheci há pouco tempo;&lt;br /&gt;Que só com muita sabedoria e amor é que se valoriza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,15 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-7127425457483899346?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/7127425457483899346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/aos-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/7127425457483899346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/7127425457483899346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/aos-amigos.html' title='Aos amigos'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0G8rUrwrRDA/Tkq4EJu6fPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yssAaHfd3p4/s72-c/7060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-229278717480898191</id><published>2011-08-16T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:28:56.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Real prova</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvtYRxbLJ-0/Tkq2wQmrXlI/AAAAAAAAAqA/QsH_Fw8JHEM/s1600/imagesCAB5BJ0Z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvtYRxbLJ-0/Tkq2wQmrXlI/AAAAAAAAAqA/QsH_Fw8JHEM/s400/imagesCAB5BJ0Z.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O momento de provar um grande amor é quando se julga;&lt;br /&gt;Acredita sem que alguma palavra seja pronunciada...&lt;br /&gt;Antes de um olhar maldoso...&lt;br /&gt;De uma imagem feita da pessoa;&lt;br /&gt;Do que não faz parte do seu caráter...&lt;br /&gt;Na grandeza da historia por ambos escrita...&lt;br /&gt;Na espontaneidade de saber que ela não faria tal atrocidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SCHUAN)&lt;br /&gt;15/08/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-229278717480898191?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/229278717480898191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/real-prova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/229278717480898191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/229278717480898191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/real-prova.html' title='Real prova'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvtYRxbLJ-0/Tkq2wQmrXlI/AAAAAAAAAqA/QsH_Fw8JHEM/s72-c/imagesCAB5BJ0Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-1843916426130619756</id><published>2011-08-14T13:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:43:21.882-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai de todo jeito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAb6bEyuaEQ/Tkf7Ds_dHPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/CfIEaAg_hdA/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAb6bEyuaEQ/Tkf7Ds_dHPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/CfIEaAg_hdA/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tem pai que ama,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que esquece do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que adota,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que abandona,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que não sabe é que pai,&lt;br /&gt;Tem filho que não sabe do pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai...&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que dá amor,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que dá presente,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai por acaso,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que se preocupa com os problemas do filho,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que não sabe dos problemas do&amp;nbsp;filho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai...&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que ensina,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que não tem tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que sofre com o sofrimento do filho,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que deixa o filho esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai de todo o jeito&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que encaminha o filho,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que o deixa no caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que assume,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que rejeita,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que acaricia,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que não sabe onde está o filho que precisa de carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que afaga,&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai que só pensa em negócios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem...&lt;br /&gt;Tem pai de todo jeito.&lt;br /&gt;E você???&lt;br /&gt;Que tipo de pai você é?&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero um pai,que apenas um pai que esteja consciente do amor que tem pra dividir...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero um pai,apenas um pai que seja AMIGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os pais,um carinhoso abraço! Que Deus Pai os abençoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ANÔNIMO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-1843916426130619756?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/1843916426130619756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/pai-de-todo-jeito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1843916426130619756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1843916426130619756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/pai-de-todo-jeito.html' title='Pai de todo jeito...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAb6bEyuaEQ/Tkf7Ds_dHPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/CfIEaAg_hdA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8654725914137329048</id><published>2011-08-14T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:18:23.598-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre você e seu íntimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gsJwtIgJ0RE/Tkf064w3EVI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZfuobEiCB9I/s1600/Jan_Davidszoon_de_Heem_-_Still-Life_of_Books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gsJwtIgJ0RE/Tkf064w3EVI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZfuobEiCB9I/s400/Jan_Davidszoon_de_Heem_-_Still-Life_of_Books.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Estar numa fase boa da vida não significa que as dificuldades estão longe, mas sim que na vida sempre há uma pequena luz em seu caminho te protegendo em cada momento difícil...&lt;br /&gt;Bons amigos não são mais um motivo pra amar a vida, e sim a certeza de que nunca está só...&lt;br /&gt;Vencer hoje não significa que não precisas mais lutar, afinal, é a derrota que te faz ter sede de conquista...&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vamos guardar em nosso coração um sentimento egoísta que nomeamos inconscientemente de “amor”, e deixar de lado algo tão lindo que não se dissolve com atos mesquinhos???&lt;br /&gt;Aparência não é tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dinheiro não é tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Posição social não é tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quando se tem a felicidade de sentir a alma cheia de tanta boa coisa, que nem conseguimos agradecer e explicar...&lt;br /&gt;Filosofar é se esforçar para conhecer a nós mesmos. É também conversar com seu íntimo. Colocar em poucas e lindas palavras tudo o que se quer dizer,mesmo que seja através de um papel;&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia amarelado recordará um importante diálogo entre você e a tua alma... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,13 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8654725914137329048?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8654725914137329048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/entre-voce-e-seu-intimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8654725914137329048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8654725914137329048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/entre-voce-e-seu-intimo.html' title='Entre você e seu íntimo'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gsJwtIgJ0RE/Tkf064w3EVI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZfuobEiCB9I/s72-c/Jan_Davidszoon_de_Heem_-_Still-Life_of_Books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8864256738195321447</id><published>2011-08-14T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:57:20.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nandinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHDZ6ZL1YPA/TkfwPHQZBtI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CO0wx78htkU/s1600/PQAAAIA01eCSPabbFsPGdmzXa4wSuELZehfvFoUDYsfv9f7WBtJn0u4neTLDGBntR5rF0kSiQAH8kK8iOt67RyrmCIsAm1T1UEHMyr3GOwUSWjue4Nuy-8_-zhOZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHDZ6ZL1YPA/TkfwPHQZBtI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CO0wx78htkU/s400/PQAAAIA01eCSPabbFsPGdmzXa4wSuELZehfvFoUDYsfv9f7WBtJn0u4neTLDGBntR5rF0kSiQAH8kK8iOt67RyrmCIsAm1T1UEHMyr3GOwUSWjue4Nuy-8_-zhOZ.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você ficou pouco aqui com a gente&lt;br /&gt;O suficiente pra eu entender:&lt;br /&gt;Que você já sabe o que quer na vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que não existe nada que te impeça de buscar seus objetivos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persistência que eu vejo em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Confiança que eleva além do limite,&lt;br /&gt;Garra que o revela forte,&lt;br /&gt;Amor que não muda nem mesmo longe de nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixas aqui corações bastante aflitos&lt;br /&gt;Que se enchem de orgulho de você,&lt;br /&gt;Que desejam toda felicidade do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Que esperam pela tua próxima volta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansiosos pra brindar junto a ti o sucesso que virá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,12 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8864256738195321447?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8864256738195321447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/nandinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8864256738195321447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8864256738195321447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/nandinho.html' title='Nandinho'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHDZ6ZL1YPA/TkfwPHQZBtI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CO0wx78htkU/s72-c/PQAAAIA01eCSPabbFsPGdmzXa4wSuELZehfvFoUDYsfv9f7WBtJn0u4neTLDGBntR5rF0kSiQAH8kK8iOt67RyrmCIsAm1T1UEHMyr3GOwUSWjue4Nuy-8_-zhOZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-5103740112988005878</id><published>2011-08-14T12:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:39:18.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bela rosa de uma roseira seca</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPPY3Z7S_yg/TkfsBW1QBtI/AAAAAAAAApw/NjDwWkoSqyw/s1600/imagesCANH96YW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPPY3Z7S_yg/TkfsBW1QBtI/AAAAAAAAApw/NjDwWkoSqyw/s400/imagesCANH96YW.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A roseira daquela rosa que um dia eu pedi&lt;br /&gt;Secou irreconhecível e lá ficou esquecida,&lt;br /&gt;Por ali sempre passo e a olho com olhar de piedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por me arrepender de desejá-la,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por ver o pouco amor com que cuidaram dela;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto colorida e garbosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela animaria meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Mas morreria naquele vaso de satisfação egoísta.&lt;br /&gt;Ato insensato arrancá-la;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bela rosa que uma mulher conquista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,12 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-5103740112988005878?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/5103740112988005878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/bela-rosa-de-uma-roseira-seca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5103740112988005878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5103740112988005878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/bela-rosa-de-uma-roseira-seca.html' title='Bela rosa de uma roseira seca'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPPY3Z7S_yg/TkfsBW1QBtI/AAAAAAAAApw/NjDwWkoSqyw/s72-c/imagesCANH96YW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-402947825803427591</id><published>2011-08-11T11:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:18:34.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não esperem de mim,tal ato!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6GewjrJ9Vk/TkPj9bmRPjI/AAAAAAAAAps/FlztrT0yEeY/s1600/sesi-paulista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6GewjrJ9Vk/TkPj9bmRPjI/AAAAAAAAAps/FlztrT0yEeY/s400/sesi-paulista.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recuso-me a encenar um amor sem verdade&lt;br /&gt;Vestir a hipocrisia de viver achando que bens materiais retribuem tudo o que exista aqui em nós;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquecido em algum canto, machucado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um conselho&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço,&lt;br /&gt;Um minuto que seja pra pensar antes de ferir o sentimento do outro,&lt;br /&gt;Um pedido de perdão que não venha substituído por um presente,&lt;br /&gt;Consciência de saber o que se diz a alguém;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que devolva a essência de um dia como esses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que adianta uma bela manhã alegre encenada pelos mesmos personagens sem sensibilidade alguma?Nós...&lt;br /&gt;De que vale uma foto juntos e sorrindo?Nós...&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje novamente cada um está longe um do outro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez refletindo,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez esperando que o outro venha e assuma a culpa,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nem aí;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo a voz do orgulho e se esquecendo de quão bom é quando estamos juntos em paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,11 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-402947825803427591?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/402947825803427591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-esperem-de-mimtal-ato.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/402947825803427591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/402947825803427591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-esperem-de-mimtal-ato.html' title='Não esperem de mim,tal ato!!!'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A6GewjrJ9Vk/TkPj9bmRPjI/AAAAAAAAAps/FlztrT0yEeY/s72-c/sesi-paulista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6081568002155571745</id><published>2011-08-11T10:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:24:10.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>José Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9j75SkiFObI/TkPbSKridoI/AAAAAAAAApo/M8-bbswvdzs/s1600/PQAAAERdlTgyYUj_7TDGT8BDloUAS3NiVRackTwARHLKUL0yjRvBIecIQZ452K8K7F8eivmUChxjqXUAan3wed8Bw1oAm1T1UAbWPqmfAapwbaLOoWfSYvi8qfnU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9j75SkiFObI/TkPbSKridoI/AAAAAAAAApo/M8-bbswvdzs/s400/PQAAAERdlTgyYUj_7TDGT8BDloUAS3NiVRackTwARHLKUL0yjRvBIecIQZ452K8K7F8eivmUChxjqXUAan3wed8Bw1oAm1T1UAbWPqmfAapwbaLOoWfSYvi8qfnU.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ao meu Pai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não permitiu que roubassem minha irmã gêmea dos braços de minha mãe numa estação rodoviária, e minha irmã caçula do olhar engenhoso de um estranho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ofereceu um braço que fosse se preciso para salvar minha irmã num momento de emergência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia chegou a implorar um prato de comida fiado numa padaria pelo menos para suas três filhas pequenas, numa dificuldade financeira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dorme escondido ao chão de um laboratório gelado pra trazer o alimento de cada dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que num mar imenso de uma praia já sem chance de sobreviver, insiste em encontrar uma filha que assustada não sabe nadar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que com uma arma de fogo apontada na cintura, entrega tudo o que tem e se mantém calmo pela vida e por quem o espera em casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que chegou se arrastando de dor na coluna na porta de um hospital submetido a uma cirurgia urgente lutando para viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que com furo no sapato quer o melhor pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que desde menino ajudou pra trazer um pedaço de pão que fosse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que viu uma neta passar fome e não descansou enquanto não nos tirou daquela situação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca usou de vícios para resolver um problema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutou pra chegar onde está&lt;br /&gt;e merece todo carinho do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que não vivo sem!&lt;br /&gt;Que jamais vou ficar longe!&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo nessa crise familiar serei capaz de odiar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre será meu herói...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,11 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6081568002155571745?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6081568002155571745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/jose-maria.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6081568002155571745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6081568002155571745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/jose-maria.html' title='José Maria'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9j75SkiFObI/TkPbSKridoI/AAAAAAAAApo/M8-bbswvdzs/s72-c/PQAAAERdlTgyYUj_7TDGT8BDloUAS3NiVRackTwARHLKUL0yjRvBIecIQZ452K8K7F8eivmUChxjqXUAan3wed8Bw1oAm1T1UAbWPqmfAapwbaLOoWfSYvi8qfnU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6010584823723139763</id><published>2011-08-10T15:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:45:24.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De longe...Uma poesia à dois!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJwDPtcYUsc/TkLRM3N14HI/AAAAAAAAApk/9ABM4Q0F_3I/s1600/prazer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJwDPtcYUsc/TkLRM3N14HI/AAAAAAAAApk/9ABM4Q0F_3I/s400/prazer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meus olhos sabem o que é bonito&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca também,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso querem seus beijos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em mim recordando um antigo desejo&lt;br /&gt;Guardado no passado,&lt;br /&gt;Intensos no presente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AINDA MAIS NO FUTURO&lt;br /&gt;NO FUTURO em que OS DESEJOS DO PASSADO SERÃO TODOS REALIZADOS E DARÃO LUGAR PARA Q OUTROS VENHAM A TONA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo q nos deixa inquietos e nos faz imaginar a pessoa com a gente&lt;br /&gt;E Que QUANDO O SANGUE DESSE, A CABEÇA COMEÇA A LIBERAR PENSAMENTOS&lt;br /&gt;E os lábios se entregam sem temer,&lt;br /&gt;Nos corpos que se entrelaçam sem soltar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan &amp;amp; Fabio rogério &lt;br /&gt;10 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6010584823723139763?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6010584823723139763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/de-longeuma-poesia-dois.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6010584823723139763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6010584823723139763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/de-longeuma-poesia-dois.html' title='De longe...Uma poesia à dois!!!'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJwDPtcYUsc/TkLRM3N14HI/AAAAAAAAApk/9ABM4Q0F_3I/s72-c/prazer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-7156222462847467754</id><published>2011-08-10T12:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:35:48.668-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mútuo esquecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6OvTLvuTSF0/TkKlOULghGI/AAAAAAAAApg/_HVwSqpeae4/s1600/tumblr_lhsiqcv0Xu1qhjkwxo1_400_large_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6OvTLvuTSF0/TkKlOULghGI/AAAAAAAAApg/_HVwSqpeae4/s400/tumblr_lhsiqcv0Xu1qhjkwxo1_400_large_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Falando de amor... Estou aqui!!!&lt;br /&gt;Querendo te abraçar,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando teu chamar,&lt;br /&gt;Desejando seu corpo juntar-se ao meu,&lt;br /&gt;Ansiosa pra te ver chegar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E reacender o que hoje parece ter apagado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartas?Não li...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade?Tanto de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Brilho no olhar?Nunca mais vi...&lt;br /&gt;Medo de perder?O que não existe mais em nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão cômodo não buscar&lt;br /&gt;É tão frio pensar que ficar longe vai ajudar,&lt;br /&gt;É tão cruel se iludir que ele sempre estará aqui;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão miserável se convencer que somos um só em meio a fragmentos de nós perdidos por aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan, 09 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-7156222462847467754?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/7156222462847467754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/mutuo-esquecimento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/7156222462847467754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/7156222462847467754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/mutuo-esquecimento.html' title='Mútuo esquecimento'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6OvTLvuTSF0/TkKlOULghGI/AAAAAAAAApg/_HVwSqpeae4/s72-c/tumblr_lhsiqcv0Xu1qhjkwxo1_400_large_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6690954610393903307</id><published>2011-08-10T12:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:31:07.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leis que não se calam</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seVGFpf0lJs/TkKj-FKBDDI/AAAAAAAAApc/mgYGSj9cHgA/s1600/1289956499dZ01lf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seVGFpf0lJs/TkKj-FKBDDI/AAAAAAAAApc/mgYGSj9cHgA/s400/1289956499dZ01lf.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Junto a mim te quero se te amo&lt;br /&gt;Se não te amo quero-te feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Como não fui ao seu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Como não soube retribuir tanta dedicação;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz como quando entrei em seus pensamentos e só machuquei seu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolvido está se te disse adeus&lt;br /&gt;Roubado se a cada dia eu tivesse te feito sorrir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem lágrimas, sem tanta tortura da minha parte inconsciente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a lei da indecisão:&lt;br /&gt;Testar cada sentimento sem a menor sensibilidade,&lt;br /&gt;Dizer coisas que podem não ser verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a lei do amor:&lt;br /&gt;Lutar pra cuidar de quem se ama,&lt;br /&gt;Se afastar a ter que fazer sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o orgulho não entende isso, fazer o quê???&lt;br /&gt;Será mais uma guerra aonde todos vão se ferir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan, 09 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6690954610393903307?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6690954610393903307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/leis-que-nao-se-calam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6690954610393903307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6690954610393903307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/leis-que-nao-se-calam.html' title='Leis que não se calam'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seVGFpf0lJs/TkKj-FKBDDI/AAAAAAAAApc/mgYGSj9cHgA/s72-c/1289956499dZ01lf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-3381208630574493535</id><published>2011-08-08T10:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:29:07.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Triste! mas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5GBnrGQq8F0/Tj_khJytfbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0xtm5mNT0Bc/s1600/imagesCA3D6P58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5GBnrGQq8F0/Tj_khJytfbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0xtm5mNT0Bc/s400/imagesCA3D6P58.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tenho parte em tudo isso, confesso e sinto muito!&lt;br /&gt;Pela desunião,&lt;br /&gt;Pelas más palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Pelas escolhas erradas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incentivadas por surras e violência verbal&lt;br /&gt;Pouco apoio nas horas de um simples conselho,&lt;br /&gt;Bens materiais substituindo carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Um colo amigo nas noites de medo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ela&lt;br /&gt;Ela quem deveria me amar com diálogo,&lt;br /&gt;Quem deveria acreditar em mim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deveria se preparar e perceber que um dia eu ia crescer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ele&lt;br /&gt;Que me contava inúmeras historias pra dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixava pentear os seus cabelos nas noites de sábado,&lt;br /&gt;Que me consolava a cada pequeno ferimento no joelho por uma queda necessária;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje nem escuta mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mim&lt;br /&gt;Que achava que o tempo pararia pra eu buscar o errado,&lt;br /&gt;Que ignorava as prioridades da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que amigos eram aqueles que levavam pra baixo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, juntando pedaços do que restou e lamentado meu destino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan, 07 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-3381208630574493535?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/3381208630574493535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/triste-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3381208630574493535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3381208630574493535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/triste-mas.html' title='Triste! mas...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5GBnrGQq8F0/Tj_khJytfbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0xtm5mNT0Bc/s72-c/imagesCA3D6P58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-71017317685297892</id><published>2011-08-08T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:25:02.622-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumo ao remorso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0SHemkCfqmo/Tj_jibnZLuI/AAAAAAAAAo0/uPjpbndNB-4/s1600/REMORSO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0SHemkCfqmo/Tj_jibnZLuI/AAAAAAAAAo0/uPjpbndNB-4/s400/REMORSO.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Em cada canto,&lt;br /&gt;Silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Remoendo um só sentimento;&lt;br /&gt;Ódio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incapazes de reconhecer os erros&lt;br /&gt;Incapazes de voltar atrás,&lt;br /&gt;Incapazes de pensar que pode ser o ultimo momento juntos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independente de estar felizes ou não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos por aí não dariam tudo pra ter o que temos?&lt;br /&gt;Um lar,&lt;br /&gt;Aconchego quentinho e o que comer,&lt;br /&gt;E nós aqui desperdiçando cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorando quem nos ama,&lt;br /&gt;E nos humilhando a quem mais nos odeia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarda mas não falha&lt;br /&gt;A hora de acordar &lt;br /&gt;Ver o que se tinha;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pro resto dos dias de arrependimento chorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan, 07 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-71017317685297892?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/71017317685297892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/rumo-ao-remorso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/71017317685297892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/71017317685297892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/rumo-ao-remorso.html' title='Rumo ao remorso'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0SHemkCfqmo/Tj_jibnZLuI/AAAAAAAAAo0/uPjpbndNB-4/s72-c/REMORSO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6452235469312191110</id><published>2011-08-08T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:20:55.722-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande obra por nós destruída</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmsThG2nVeI/Tj_ilCTTN0I/AAAAAAAAAow/d-YHzPp_iso/s1600/LAR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmsThG2nVeI/Tj_ilCTTN0I/AAAAAAAAAow/d-YHzPp_iso/s400/LAR.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Toda essa poeira baixa só revela destroços&lt;br /&gt;Destroços de palavras ditas sem consciência,&lt;br /&gt;Destroços de atos que pra sempre marcaram a alma,&lt;br /&gt;Tamanha destruição testemunhada por cada parede dessa casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Distancia arisca de saudade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já me acostumei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justo deles&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu pensava jamais perder,&lt;br /&gt;Desvalorizam-me e me humilham;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem se importar com o que serei com tudo isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que se espera lá de fora&lt;br /&gt;De pessoas que nunca se quer viu,&lt;br /&gt;De lugares que nunca pisamos,&lt;br /&gt;Adulterando a obra mais linda de Deus;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A família...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan, 07 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6452235469312191110?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6452235469312191110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/grande-obra-por-nos-destruida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6452235469312191110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6452235469312191110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/grande-obra-por-nos-destruida.html' title='Grande obra por nós destruída'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmsThG2nVeI/Tj_ilCTTN0I/AAAAAAAAAow/d-YHzPp_iso/s72-c/LAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-1705438686977556478</id><published>2011-08-08T10:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:16:08.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandamento sem importância na minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ylXgCUExtY/Tj_hiHoimjI/AAAAAAAAAos/zdS73eRnKxk/s1600/lei.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ylXgCUExtY/Tj_hiHoimjI/AAAAAAAAAos/zdS73eRnKxk/s400/lei.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Respeite teu pai e tua mãe”...&lt;br /&gt;(êxodo cap. 20, ver: 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eles não te valorizam?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a violência verbal é a disciplina?&lt;br /&gt;Quando gritar é o jeito?&lt;br /&gt;Quando se ofende e não pede perdão?&lt;br /&gt;Quando um é colocado contra o outro?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a mãe é temida pelos filhos desde a infância?&lt;br /&gt;Quando o pai já sem tolerância fala o que quer e não vê maldade?&lt;br /&gt;Quando tentam tomar o que tens de mais precioso na vida?&lt;br /&gt;Quando o filho do outro é melhor?&lt;br /&gt;Quando o passado assombra cada segundo reproduzindo as surras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fatos em que os culpados são eles mesmos!&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que passei na adolescência e ela não soube me ajudar!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo sonho realizado nas mãos de uma escolha errada!&lt;br /&gt;Por me ensinarem a viver sozinha e não se conformar que já sou mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan, 06 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-1705438686977556478?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/1705438686977556478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/mandamento-sem-importancia-na-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1705438686977556478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1705438686977556478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/mandamento-sem-importancia-na-minha.html' title='Mandamento sem importância na minha vida'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ylXgCUExtY/Tj_hiHoimjI/AAAAAAAAAos/zdS73eRnKxk/s72-c/lei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-1204879500836512107</id><published>2011-08-08T10:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:10:48.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por incrível que pareça,estranhos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYzAAnSxnpM/Tj_gLPaeWwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YhvDxU5viqY/s1600/imagesCAFUFPLB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYzAAnSxnpM/Tj_gLPaeWwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YhvDxU5viqY/s400/imagesCAFUFPLB.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Esses dias melhores que virão&lt;br /&gt;Jamais poderão preencher tamanha falta de amor refletida nos atos e palavras ditos sem a menos preocupação de ferir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maquiados por raros momentos em que nos unimos,&lt;br /&gt;Mascarados por falsos sorrisos perante estranhos,&lt;br /&gt;Meigo timbre de voz referindo-se a uma vida de mentiras encenada descaradamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói ouvir tudo aquilo&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei dentro de mim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não preciso ser igual ao fazer minha vida novamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não há paz&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não há amor,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não há respeito,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não há medo de machucar o coração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não há nenhum sinal de que aqui viva uma família!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan, 07 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-1204879500836512107?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/1204879500836512107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/por-incrivel-que-parecaestranhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1204879500836512107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1204879500836512107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/por-incrivel-que-parecaestranhos.html' title='Por incrível que pareça,estranhos!!!'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYzAAnSxnpM/Tj_gLPaeWwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YhvDxU5viqY/s72-c/imagesCAFUFPLB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6457930437774579190</id><published>2011-08-08T10:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:05:20.264-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imcapaz de amar? talvez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UF58QjdY694/Tj_e8ln8NnI/AAAAAAAAAok/uia5TweFySI/s1600/ROSA+SECA.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UF58QjdY694/Tj_e8ln8NnI/AAAAAAAAAok/uia5TweFySI/s400/ROSA+SECA.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nem se lembras do meu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Em você sem gosto,&lt;br /&gt;Vago na tua lembrança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um em meio a tantos&lt;br /&gt;Nessa boca sem dona,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorado no seu coração arredio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já esperava de ti essa verdade sem alma&lt;br /&gt;Sincera confessando sem medo de ferir,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que um beijo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não esqueci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste saber que não sabes amar&lt;br /&gt;Doloroso sentir na vida tal solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Que mata seus sonhos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o prende na escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan, 05 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6457930437774579190?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6457930437774579190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/imcapaz-de-amar-talvez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6457930437774579190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6457930437774579190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/imcapaz-de-amar-talvez.html' title='Imcapaz de amar? talvez...'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UF58QjdY694/Tj_e8ln8NnI/AAAAAAAAAok/uia5TweFySI/s72-c/ROSA+SECA.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-3625070478152020159</id><published>2011-08-08T10:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:01:22.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um singelo pedido</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgHpnlySFAg/Tj_eEO6BFDI/AAAAAAAAAog/q2Ep81aQl5I/s1600/ANJO+LEO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgHpnlySFAg/Tj_eEO6BFDI/AAAAAAAAAog/q2Ep81aQl5I/s400/ANJO+LEO.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se eu pudesse te desenhar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse capaz de te descrever,&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse uma estrela nas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você seria assim um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Que possui mel no olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que sorri assim tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;Anjo de inúmeras características,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu levaria uma eternidade pra conhecer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já gostando tanto de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo que eu escolhi pra andar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Cativante desde o 1°momento que falaste comigo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que eu desejo que seja meu bom amigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan, 05 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-3625070478152020159?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/3625070478152020159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/um-singelo-pedido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3625070478152020159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3625070478152020159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/um-singelo-pedido.html' title='Um singelo pedido'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgHpnlySFAg/Tj_eEO6BFDI/AAAAAAAAAog/q2Ep81aQl5I/s72-c/ANJO+LEO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-5760095073622048809</id><published>2011-08-08T09:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T09:58:11.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não chores por esse mundo,menina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uK6lIOoVQf4/Tj_dR59hVWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/poiuyEJRRtw/s1600/N%25C3%2583O+CHORE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uK6lIOoVQf4/Tj_dR59hVWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/poiuyEJRRtw/s400/N%25C3%2583O+CHORE.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Confesso que não entendo a humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Que fere,&lt;br /&gt;Que descrimina,&lt;br /&gt;Que deixa de lado o verdadeiro sentido da humildade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de você como você é&lt;br /&gt;Sorridente,&lt;br /&gt;Meiga,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhadora,&lt;br /&gt;Única...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei como é ser rotulada&lt;br /&gt;Sei como é sentir vontade de sumir,&lt;br /&gt;Perguntar-me o porquê de tanta maldade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas contigo aprendi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que quando amamos nós mesmos o mundo cruel que nos julga se torna pequeno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan, 05 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-5760095073622048809?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/5760095073622048809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-chores-por-esse-mundomenina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5760095073622048809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5760095073622048809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-chores-por-esse-mundomenina.html' title='Não chores por esse mundo,menina!'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uK6lIOoVQf4/Tj_dR59hVWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/poiuyEJRRtw/s72-c/N%25C3%2583O+CHORE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-735641734681633452</id><published>2011-08-08T09:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T09:54:48.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosa ao vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHQCBsq08gU/Tj_ciU7kHlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0ombSIZ7pmQ/s1600/ROSA+AO+VENTO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHQCBsq08gU/Tj_ciU7kHlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0ombSIZ7pmQ/s400/ROSA+AO+VENTO.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do pólen de uma flor, tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Do olhar de uma criança, tua doçura&lt;br /&gt;Da beleza de um jardim, tua humildade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco sei de ti&lt;br /&gt;Muito quero poder sempre ter seu carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que eu saiba te entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de ficar só&lt;br /&gt;Não pense que não conhecerá o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Ele com certeza vêm;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábio e intenso no seu coração aflito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,05 Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-735641734681633452?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/735641734681633452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/rosa-ao-vento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/735641734681633452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/735641734681633452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/rosa-ao-vento.html' title='Rosa ao vento'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHQCBsq08gU/Tj_ciU7kHlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0ombSIZ7pmQ/s72-c/ROSA+AO+VENTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-480698506914652379</id><published>2011-08-08T09:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T09:52:38.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laço de ferro</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIfAATkSx_o/Tj_b_7DQVMI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KUhwm3AFB-w/s1600/LA%25C3%2587O+DE+FERRO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIfAATkSx_o/Tj_b_7DQVMI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KUhwm3AFB-w/s400/LA%25C3%2587O+DE+FERRO.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ele a quer de volta&lt;br /&gt;Nessas tardes frias em algum lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando talvez até com seus defeitos cruéis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como tirá-la dele,&lt;br /&gt;Sem machucá-lo assim tão intensamente?&lt;br /&gt;Confundindo um sentimento meigo capaz de proteger uma amizade tão linda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laço que nos une,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que venha!&lt;br /&gt;Nem abala, nem separa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que só nós sabemos o que passamos na vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan, 04 de Agosto de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-480698506914652379?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/480698506914652379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/laco-de-ferro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/480698506914652379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/480698506914652379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/laco-de-ferro.html' title='Laço de ferro'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIfAATkSx_o/Tj_b_7DQVMI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KUhwm3AFB-w/s72-c/LA%25C3%2587O+DE+FERRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8494327625078016808</id><published>2011-08-04T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:03:51.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Giovanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjkjtyNENAc/TjreYpD6qYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/clnDWxEbOHE/s1600/DSC01149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjkjtyNENAc/TjreYpD6qYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/clnDWxEbOHE/s400/DSC01149.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Só de sentir partindo em meus braços,&lt;br /&gt;Minha razão de viver se desfazia no medo de nunca mais vê-la sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Uma notícia que fosse,&lt;br /&gt;Adeus que escureceria o azul céu que só ela pinta na minha felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Doce princesa que me surpreende cada dia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu bebê que irradia esperança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a noção do quanto sou feliz por tê-la,&lt;br /&gt;E não esquecerei jamais daquele chorinho em meu abraço acalentado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeOcurbfnGQ/Tjreo4BkTYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/FEgaGf0IDbo/s1600/Z13d8jzk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeOcurbfnGQ/Tjreo4BkTYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/FEgaGf0IDbo/s400/Z13d8jzk.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sonho antigo que eu não desisti, pelas mãos de Deus realizado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,04 de Agosto de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8494327625078016808?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8494327625078016808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/giovanna.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8494327625078016808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8494327625078016808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/giovanna.html' title='Giovanna'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjkjtyNENAc/TjreYpD6qYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/clnDWxEbOHE/s72-c/DSC01149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-2205862571413525217</id><published>2011-08-04T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:57:32.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobertas hoje sem importancia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWBUvtErPhA/TjrdeTndRkI/AAAAAAAAAoI/NbACFRV8JeE/s1600/imagesCAX8HQV6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="365" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWBUvtErPhA/TjrdeTndRkI/AAAAAAAAAoI/NbACFRV8JeE/s400/imagesCAX8HQV6.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Curiosa confesso que estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Pelas coisas do teu passado pouco eu li...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faço a menor idéia&lt;br /&gt;E não sofro por desconhecer,&lt;br /&gt;De quem ou o quê você amou.&lt;br /&gt;Se teus conflitos pessoais mais secretos,&lt;br /&gt;Você de lado deixou.&lt;br /&gt;Se fui tuas lágrimas de dor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culpa neutra que hoje sou incapaz de desejar recordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És o meu presente&lt;br /&gt;Junto a ti agora estou olhando pra frente,&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar no que deixei ou não de ser quando não te amava como hoje...&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia isso tudo for mais uma prova de que não nasci pra você,&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te Alexandre!Nunca te esqueças;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que só você soube me fazer feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,04 de Agosto de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-2205862571413525217?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/2205862571413525217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/descobertas-hoje-sem-importancia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2205862571413525217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2205862571413525217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/descobertas-hoje-sem-importancia.html' title='Descobertas hoje sem importancia'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWBUvtErPhA/TjrdeTndRkI/AAAAAAAAAoI/NbACFRV8JeE/s72-c/imagesCAX8HQV6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-1063829597036024890</id><published>2011-08-03T10:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T10:18:38.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KmgtadFICUc/TjlKZBfBjmI/AAAAAAAAAoE/lD92Sf3-_h0/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KmgtadFICUc/TjlKZBfBjmI/AAAAAAAAAoE/lD92Sf3-_h0/s400/untitled.bmp" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ilusão demais pra pensar que eu já venci&lt;br /&gt;Imaturidade o suficiente que abre os meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando-me quantas vezes de tudo eu desisti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desisti de acreditar que sempre atrás da luz do sol há um horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Desisti de encarar os temores e lutar se preciso fosse morrer pra esse limite romper,&lt;br /&gt;Desisti de crescer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falhas que admito com sinceridade no exílio de aplaudir pela janela vendo o mundo vencer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vez de avançar&lt;br /&gt;Minha vez de lutar,&lt;br /&gt;Minha vez de olhar em volta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ver quem eu mais amo e um dia já feri, sentindo orgulho de nunca me abandonar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,02 deAgosto de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-1063829597036024890?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/1063829597036024890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/minha-vez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1063829597036024890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1063829597036024890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/minha-vez.html' title='Minha vez'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KmgtadFICUc/TjlKZBfBjmI/AAAAAAAAAoE/lD92Sf3-_h0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-3407623085810231669</id><published>2011-08-03T10:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T10:09:28.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Definição de mim mesmo(a)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkXtyM3y8JI/TjlIOq_k8HI/AAAAAAAAAoA/aE_8z8NFkhE/s1600/tumblr_ku1syjGltP1qzcdc1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkXtyM3y8JI/TjlIOq_k8HI/AAAAAAAAAoA/aE_8z8NFkhE/s400/tumblr_ku1syjGltP1qzcdc1o1_500.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sei falar do que quero&lt;br /&gt;Sei falar do que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Sei falar do que vi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não sei falar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com tanta historia&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com inúmeros momentos de aflição,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com o livre arbítrio do que ser e gostar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sim não sei falar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respostas que talvez eu busque escasso interesse&lt;br /&gt;Curiosidade despertada nas horas de uma auto-definição&lt;br /&gt;Algo que não sei me descrever com tanta pressão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia, talvez nunca, talvez só pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,02 de Agosto de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-3407623085810231669?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/3407623085810231669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/definicao-de-mim-mesmoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3407623085810231669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3407623085810231669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/definicao-de-mim-mesmoa.html' title='Definição de mim mesmo(a)'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkXtyM3y8JI/TjlIOq_k8HI/AAAAAAAAAoA/aE_8z8NFkhE/s72-c/tumblr_ku1syjGltP1qzcdc1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-5062850976189546032</id><published>2011-08-03T09:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:51:52.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte de me expressar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPGu-xRQu_o/TjlD6kc6luI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4C4CpL70dys/s1600/FOLHA+DE+CADERNO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPGu-xRQu_o/TjlD6kc6luI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4C4CpL70dys/s400/FOLHA+DE+CADERNO.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ultima folha desse caderno&lt;br /&gt;Reservada por toda essa inspiração,&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite que define eu ontem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fria e silenciosa de onde já tirei meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou dormir feliz mesmo que não tenha pra quem contar&lt;br /&gt;Sedenta de tudo que eu quase arranquei de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Positivamente inquieta pelo que sei que está por vir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calada na minha cama sonhando acordada até conseguir adormecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ametista que compõe meu tesouro&lt;br /&gt;Só mais uma pra me orgulhar,&lt;br /&gt;Poesia toda minha;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final do meu rascunho, dedicada com chave de ouro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,03 de Agosto de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-5062850976189546032?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/5062850976189546032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/arte-de-me-expressar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5062850976189546032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5062850976189546032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/arte-de-me-expressar.html' title='Arte de me expressar'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPGu-xRQu_o/TjlD6kc6luI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4C4CpL70dys/s72-c/FOLHA+DE+CADERNO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-5472537661646178963</id><published>2011-08-03T09:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:47:23.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfação merecida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wghX72wF8hA/TjlDTBCzIyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/haGdyKtSJ5c/s1600/felicidade-e-a-certeza-q-nossa-vida-nao-esta-se-passando-inutilmente-erico-verissiompo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wghX72wF8hA/TjlDTBCzIyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/haGdyKtSJ5c/s400/felicidade-e-a-certeza-q-nossa-vida-nao-esta-se-passando-inutilmente-erico-verissiompo.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Minha felicidade está nos impulsos que hoje a vida me deu&lt;br /&gt;Chance de olhar a minha volta e mudar a idéia do meu fim,&lt;br /&gt;Potencial que rasga com vontade a alma e revela amor próprio por mim oculto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atropelada pelas escolhas erradas&lt;br /&gt;Esquecida pelo mundo negro em que vivi,&lt;br /&gt;Guardada no pedido piedoso de salvar meu destino,&lt;br /&gt;Alcançada pelas mãos calejadas de tanto se arrastar pelo chão tentando se levantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedo pra dizer “eu consegui”&lt;br /&gt;Assustada pelo novo que me surpreende nessa chuva que acalma a ansiedade,&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhada por essenciais elementos que descrevem minha voracidade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luta e humildade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,02 de Agosto de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-5472537661646178963?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/5472537661646178963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/satisfacao-merecida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5472537661646178963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5472537661646178963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/satisfacao-merecida.html' title='Satisfação merecida'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wghX72wF8hA/TjlDTBCzIyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/haGdyKtSJ5c/s72-c/felicidade-e-a-certeza-q-nossa-vida-nao-esta-se-passando-inutilmente-erico-verissiompo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8335973330661324113</id><published>2011-08-03T09:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:43:01.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qiR4V1fUmk/TjlCLs4eHjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/s-QoNjhcV9c/s1600/PRESENTE_DE_DEUS+106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qiR4V1fUmk/TjlCLs4eHjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/s-QoNjhcV9c/s400/PRESENTE_DE_DEUS+106.jpg" t$="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Entrega gratificante é quando minha mente se deixa guiar por tantos belos versos&lt;br /&gt;Pelas mãos insensatas de compreender as belezas da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Distraindo-me e tirando meus pés dessa limitada realidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomam de mim o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Protegem meus ouvidos das vozes inquietas do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Mimam meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Aliviam dessa correria por onde já se perdeu a razão do que é certo,&lt;br /&gt;Escolher sempre o errado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E continuar se enganando sem perceber o quanto nos mutilamos com o que nos faz sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas querem de algum jeito um lugar na minha esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Suprindo essa esperança que só elas sabem me dar.&lt;br /&gt;Elas querem de algum jeito falar,&lt;br /&gt;No silencio desse momento tão surreal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutuando por sobre as horas que só com elas não são vazias... presente de Deus,minhas poesias!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,02 de Agosto de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8335973330661324113?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8335973330661324113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/presente-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8335973330661324113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8335973330661324113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/presente-de-deus.html' title='Presente de Deus'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qiR4V1fUmk/TjlCLs4eHjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/s-QoNjhcV9c/s72-c/PRESENTE_DE_DEUS+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8426992818066768348</id><published>2011-08-03T09:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:39:08.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Milhas da minha existência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32DNtPV-KDk/TjlBJ0JTTTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/mmJteOFYaSI/s1600/pincel-na-estrada+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32DNtPV-KDk/TjlBJ0JTTTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/mmJteOFYaSI/s400/pincel-na-estrada+105.jpg" t$="true" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aqui está minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está minha voz,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está minha dor,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está minha lembrança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje livre de medos&lt;br /&gt;Alta como as colinas que de longe eu vejo,&lt;br /&gt;Parte do que fui mesmo sem querer,&lt;br /&gt;Viva dentro de mim como as flores que sobrevivem a tempestades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurando nem sei o quê&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo em frente sem olhar pra trás,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que jamais imaginei ser parte da minha caminhada,&lt;br /&gt;Marcada na memória destemida de mim mesma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui... Bem guardadas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,02 de Agosto de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8426992818066768348?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8426992818066768348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/milhas-da-minha-existencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8426992818066768348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8426992818066768348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/08/milhas-da-minha-existencia.html' title='Milhas da minha existência'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32DNtPV-KDk/TjlBJ0JTTTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/mmJteOFYaSI/s72-c/pincel-na-estrada+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-3863515832736933617</id><published>2011-07-29T08:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T08:18:48.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdendo o que talvez nunca tive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPC94WilIgw/TjKW9B0c1jI/AAAAAAAAAns/4SSrmCaGVno/s1600/Amor+perdido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPC94WilIgw/TjKW9B0c1jI/AAAAAAAAAns/4SSrmCaGVno/s400/Amor+perdido.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fiz parte de você&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de te levar pras estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tentando te entender,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre te perdoando pra não te perder;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distante voando por aí, procurando um lugar pra acordar desse pesadelo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus que não quis&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que não sei esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Meu sorriso de volta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Que só você sabe irradiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo saídas que me consolem&lt;br /&gt;Nem fugas que tirem você de mim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matando cada pedaço de ti, na minha historia sem final feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda uma vida nas mãos de simples respostas&lt;br /&gt;Que me absolvam de culpas,&lt;br /&gt;Que te faça perceber o que fui pra você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,28 de Julho de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-3863515832736933617?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/3863515832736933617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/perdendo-o-que-talvez-nunca-tive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3863515832736933617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3863515832736933617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/perdendo-o-que-talvez-nunca-tive.html' title='Perdendo o que talvez nunca tive!!!'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPC94WilIgw/TjKW9B0c1jI/AAAAAAAAAns/4SSrmCaGVno/s72-c/Amor+perdido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-2542118970225102504</id><published>2011-07-28T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T13:03:30.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brjmgXSH1is/TjGH9N5m87I/AAAAAAAAAnk/lIGp6n_wdP0/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brjmgXSH1is/TjGH9N5m87I/AAAAAAAAAnk/lIGp6n_wdP0/s400/untitled.bmp" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“A maior tortura é condicionar o coração a um amor doente e sem sonhos”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&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;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Schuan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;28 de Julho de 2011&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/2683632242945333500-2542118970225102504?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/2542118970225102504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/frase_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2542118970225102504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2542118970225102504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/frase_28.html' title='Frase:'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brjmgXSH1is/TjGH9N5m87I/AAAAAAAAAnk/lIGp6n_wdP0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-4670631266307811138</id><published>2011-07-28T12:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T12:59:23.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_5asMgfx0I/TjGGvaFPoHI/AAAAAAAAAng/NFWy3F8vEg4/s1600/Aos-amigos-a-amizade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_5asMgfx0I/TjGGvaFPoHI/AAAAAAAAAng/NFWy3F8vEg4/s400/Aos-amigos-a-amizade.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;“O silêncio é o melhor conselho a um amigo em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;sofrimento”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&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;&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; (Schuan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;28 de Julho de 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-4670631266307811138?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/4670631266307811138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-silencio-e-o-melhor-conselho-um-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4670631266307811138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4670631266307811138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-silencio-e-o-melhor-conselho-um-amigo.html' title='Frase:'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_5asMgfx0I/TjGGvaFPoHI/AAAAAAAAAng/NFWy3F8vEg4/s72-c/Aos-amigos-a-amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-9122717849359504129</id><published>2011-07-28T12:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T12:54:52.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KUDoo9DKpM/TjGF3wMTHeI/AAAAAAAAAnc/dx2_7F8CQQ8/s1600/imagesCA60F528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KUDoo9DKpM/TjGF3wMTHeI/AAAAAAAAAnc/dx2_7F8CQQ8/s400/imagesCA60F528.jpg" t$="true" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O orgulho é uma arma inteligente se usada por quem deseja não implorar-se a um amor doente e sem sonhos”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&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;&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; (Schuan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;28 de Julho de 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-9122717849359504129?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/9122717849359504129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-orgulho-e-uma-arma-inteligente-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/9122717849359504129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/9122717849359504129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-orgulho-e-uma-arma-inteligente-se.html' title='Frase:'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KUDoo9DKpM/TjGF3wMTHeI/AAAAAAAAAnc/dx2_7F8CQQ8/s72-c/imagesCA60F528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-3761491872345661440</id><published>2011-07-27T10:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:48:24.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Colírios da minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgivv6toZxc/TjAW6gS-0JI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NVvS1MQPG5g/s1600/PQAAAH3itrA0XbdniPObh9XeidlPqqmGGhaXTeacJdkBDMKkVCOGYzqdGgOTCqAnDB2MDcJU6ai9KvoS2UF7_BIcytoAm1T1UJHt1hXP4IT_aNGVJEMkEpHNWjqp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgivv6toZxc/TjAW6gS-0JI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NVvS1MQPG5g/s400/PQAAAH3itrA0XbdniPObh9XeidlPqqmGGhaXTeacJdkBDMKkVCOGYzqdGgOTCqAnDB2MDcJU6ai9KvoS2UF7_BIcytoAm1T1UJHt1hXP4IT_aNGVJEMkEpHNWjqp.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muito mais do que aplaudir&lt;br /&gt;É pedir a Deus luz infinda que ilumine os caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;De dois indescritíveis talentos que arrebatam corações por aonde vão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade antiga&lt;br /&gt;Histórias que só os conhecem podem compreender,&lt;br /&gt;Origem de tanta luta e esforço;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma cidade pequena a milhares de lugares surpreender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem dois meninos e seus sonhos no coração&lt;br /&gt;Hoje crescidos e com lindas vozes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantando o amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja com a viola &lt;br /&gt;Seja no embalo da bela sanfona,&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso nos rostos hoje por muitas apreciado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma doçura e simplicidade que nos orgulha e que não nos deixa tanta loucura conter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,27 de Julho de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-3761491872345661440?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/3761491872345661440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/colirios-da-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3761491872345661440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/3761491872345661440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/colirios-da-minha-vida.html' title='Colírios da minha vida'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgivv6toZxc/TjAW6gS-0JI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NVvS1MQPG5g/s72-c/PQAAAH3itrA0XbdniPObh9XeidlPqqmGGhaXTeacJdkBDMKkVCOGYzqdGgOTCqAnDB2MDcJU6ai9KvoS2UF7_BIcytoAm1T1UJHt1hXP4IT_aNGVJEMkEpHNWjqp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6363506308342868494</id><published>2011-07-26T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:24:27.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e mais ninguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VtXxU1hsy7w/Ti8GS1CL9uI/AAAAAAAAAnU/lMIwBiuGml8/s1600/cama_desfeita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VtXxU1hsy7w/Ti8GS1CL9uI/AAAAAAAAAnU/lMIwBiuGml8/s400/cama_desfeita.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Minha cama desfeita testemunha o mais perfeito silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Dessa casa grande onde não há mais lugar pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Séria e fria contrastando com o bege que me deprime;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu paraíso solitário, labirinto dos meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde eu ando e não vejo ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Paz que eu aprecio religiosamente,&lt;br /&gt;Calma que acomoda minhas cordas vocais,&lt;br /&gt;Serenidade que não me define;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entra e sai de todos os passos no qual me escondo no quarto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,26 de Julho de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6363506308342868494?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6363506308342868494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-e-mais-ninguem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6363506308342868494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6363506308342868494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-e-mais-ninguem.html' title='Eu e mais ninguém'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VtXxU1hsy7w/Ti8GS1CL9uI/AAAAAAAAAnU/lMIwBiuGml8/s72-c/cama_desfeita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-2514869287127952178</id><published>2011-07-26T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T14:40:13.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Batimentos imprecindíveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCNjWmOi1Pg/Ti775_kAVGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RrrzqrwkMto/s1600/ekg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCNjWmOi1Pg/Ti775_kAVGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RrrzqrwkMto/s400/ekg.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É tudo o que eu tenho &lt;br /&gt;Uma vida cheia de sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Um coração ansioso pra voar,&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de quem já me fez feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Arrependimento por não me dedicar aos que me amaram,&lt;br /&gt;Esperanças perdidas no tempo que eu deixei passar pra ser o que queria ser;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No relógio parado da sala, me pedindo pra parar de lamentar e voltar a lutar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde pra buscar só pequenos momentos&lt;br /&gt;Horas de decisões sem desistências,&lt;br /&gt;Coragem pra encarar o fim do que nunca começou,&lt;br /&gt;Topo de uma vitória em nome de mim mesma e daqueles que morreram querendo me ver no fundo do poço,&lt;br /&gt;Concentração para o futuro e conformidade das escolhas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao peso das conseqüências...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que a vida me permitiu&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que a morte me tirou,&lt;br /&gt;Lições que o coração me ensina,&lt;br /&gt;Maturidade e pé no chão pra encarar o que ainda não chegou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que meu peito sinta um ultimo batimento dessa máquina que me deixou de tudo provar e errar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,26 de Julho de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-2514869287127952178?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/2514869287127952178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/batimentos-imprecindiveis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2514869287127952178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/2514869287127952178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/batimentos-imprecindiveis.html' title='Batimentos imprecindíveis'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCNjWmOi1Pg/Ti775_kAVGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RrrzqrwkMto/s72-c/ekg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-1700604119605974683</id><published>2011-07-26T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T13:35:07.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérolas do coração e da mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgnuj7OAQko/Ti7skzzI38I/AAAAAAAAAnM/HDlnQKrztqk/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgnuj7OAQko/Ti7skzzI38I/AAAAAAAAAnM/HDlnQKrztqk/s400/untitled.bmp" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;“Nosso momento foi perfeito, um intenso teor de tudo o que sonhamos juntos; sem nada pra esquecer, nada pra acrescentar”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&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;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Schuan )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;26-07-2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-1700604119605974683?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/1700604119605974683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/perolas-do-coracao-e-da-mente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1700604119605974683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/1700604119605974683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/perolas-do-coracao-e-da-mente.html' title='Pérolas do coração e da mente'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgnuj7OAQko/Ti7skzzI38I/AAAAAAAAAnM/HDlnQKrztqk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-8608938626075629834</id><published>2011-07-26T12:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:21:56.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkOlf4VvvqY/Ti7bY4fOKbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/it4IftSIfOM/s1600/px.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkOlf4VvvqY/Ti7bY4fOKbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/it4IftSIfOM/s400/px.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como eu peço mais de você?&lt;br /&gt;Se não sei por onde andas,&lt;br /&gt;Se não soube te dizer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De onde vem tanto carinho, tanto querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrolei-me toda&lt;br /&gt;Tentando descrever,&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhando no teu olhar menino;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomando minhas palavras e gemidos que ecoavam nos ouvidos apreciados pela tentação de ter você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente expostas em meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que custam acreditar que você existe,&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que são incontidas a teu lado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exclusivamente registradas nessa poesia que não sei se é de paixão, ou se é de saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que fala de algo que nem nós sabemos o quê, infinita curiosidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que traz você pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;Que me leva a você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,26 de Julho de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-8608938626075629834?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/8608938626075629834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/mais-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8608938626075629834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/8608938626075629834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/mais-de-voce.html' title='Mais de você'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nkOlf4VvvqY/Ti7bY4fOKbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/it4IftSIfOM/s72-c/px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-4394442061088067370</id><published>2011-07-26T12:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:15:58.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos insatisfeitos</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8kUpfEzmJs/Ti7Z5eXflyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wuhWgKfPhgw/s1600/PAIXO_%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8kUpfEzmJs/Ti7Z5eXflyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wuhWgKfPhgw/s400/PAIXO_%257E1.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje eu quero tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço forte de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo que guie tuas mãos em minhas curvas,&lt;br /&gt;Uma música no violão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo vida a esse amor desgastado e cheio de medos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagar pra ver suas insanidades&lt;br /&gt;Enxergar-te com outros olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Rasgar-me de tanto te mimar,&lt;br /&gt;Elogiar até aquilo que já fizeste há dias;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmascarar nossa rotina que dissolve o prazer apagando das cartas às juras de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se confunde nessa nuvem negra&lt;br /&gt;Por mim desconhecida,&lt;br /&gt;Devastando e enfraquecendo a chama eterna;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acesa em nosso destino salvo pelos erros e o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,25 de Julho de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-4394442061088067370?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/4394442061088067370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/desejos-insatisfeitos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4394442061088067370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4394442061088067370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/desejos-insatisfeitos.html' title='Desejos insatisfeitos'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8kUpfEzmJs/Ti7Z5eXflyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wuhWgKfPhgw/s72-c/PAIXO_%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-5329489296374026018</id><published>2011-07-26T12:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:25:31.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta em nossas mãos</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOwWlKuTqWU/Ti7aiNuncvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Zt5a7wwKuzU/s1600/casal%252520demais%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOwWlKuTqWU/Ti7aiNuncvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Zt5a7wwKuzU/s400/casal%252520demais%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Que minha não pele não saiba&lt;br /&gt;O quanto seu cheiro embriaga meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Na intensidade do teu gemido guardado nos nossos planos hoje concretizados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios que temiam confessar sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Que o coração já sufocado em teus braços libertou um a um oscilado na sua respiração ofegante;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurando definições, unindo nossos beijos como metades de um laço levado pelo vento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;O sol queima nossa saudade sedenta de tudo o que quase perdemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,25 de Julho de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-5329489296374026018?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/5329489296374026018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/de-volta-em-nossas-maos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5329489296374026018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/5329489296374026018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/de-volta-em-nossas-maos.html' title='De volta em nossas mãos'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOwWlKuTqWU/Ti7aiNuncvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Zt5a7wwKuzU/s72-c/casal%252520demais%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6560328148755100154</id><published>2011-07-25T10:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:59:39.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Risos de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt7GXmaVIHA/Ti106q8r09I/AAAAAAAAAms/IZ0eqiTGmIw/s1600/insanidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt7GXmaVIHA/Ti106q8r09I/AAAAAAAAAms/IZ0eqiTGmIw/s400/insanidade.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Por onde andava tanta irreverência na delicadeza de uma flor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Falando de tudo, falando de amor ora, mas amor não é tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Expressados com tanto humor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Meiga e travessa que minha poesia estima; eis aqui eu se lembrando de ti, minha querida criz lima!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Em cena alguém que me distrai, metade louca de todo esse jeito gostoso de falar do dia-a-dia; sua cúmplice a Dai!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Parece pouco me esforçar pra descrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;E impossível não notar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Nato talento de dois corações anônimos a esse mundo tão cheio de etiquetas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Que só uma boa dose de insanidade diária pode todo esse tormento aliviar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnA6j3PGlCc/Ti12mtM8eiI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ie97-SrSvP0/s1600/aplausos.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnA6j3PGlCc/Ti12mtM8eiI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ie97-SrSvP0/s400/aplausos.gif" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Parabéns,vocês são muito talentosas!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Schuan,25 de Julho de 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6560328148755100154?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6560328148755100154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/risos-de-vida.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6560328148755100154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6560328148755100154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/risos-de-vida.html' title='Risos de vida'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt7GXmaVIHA/Ti106q8r09I/AAAAAAAAAms/IZ0eqiTGmIw/s72-c/insanidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6215429993717166826</id><published>2011-07-20T12:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:28:26.298-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvVlruEmkPw/TibzfqM1dXI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RQEMaaAQTqI/s1600/imagem+para+o+blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvVlruEmkPw/TibzfqM1dXI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RQEMaaAQTqI/s400/imagem+para+o+blog.JPG" t$="true" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;“Reconstruí minha vida com os mesmos tijolos que você soterrou nosso amor”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(Schuan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 de Julho de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6215429993717166826?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6215429993717166826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/frase.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6215429993717166826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6215429993717166826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/frase.html' title='Frase:'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvVlruEmkPw/TibzfqM1dXI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RQEMaaAQTqI/s72-c/imagem+para+o+blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-4298501123109863580</id><published>2011-07-20T12:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:23:34.007-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Praga e castigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/-pJBeTZtgtBw/Ti7b3hX6dGI/AAAAAAAAAnI/aeLRFvY50YI/s1600/heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJBeTZtgtBw/Ti7b3hX6dGI/AAAAAAAAAnI/aeLRFvY50YI/s400/heart.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Espero invadir seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Ser o nome que a sua boca ameaça revelar,&lt;br /&gt;A mulher que temes cruzar os caminhos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trauma sem cura do seu coração aventureiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombra da sua vida calada&lt;br /&gt;Lágrima dos teus olhos secos de bons sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Tropeço dos teus passos que atropelam sorrisos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrependimento eterno que nem a morte conseguirá neutralizar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a voz te chamando no portão&lt;br /&gt;Aos risos impiedosos da saudade que cansou de te esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Engano freqüente capaz de enlouquecer-te cada minuto,&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança teimosa ao teu lado em cada momento em que ouvir aquela nossa música;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiro e único prazer por você em mim acorrentado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assinando a sentença do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Por esse amor tão lindo de dentro de mim arrancado!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,19 de Julho de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-4298501123109863580?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/4298501123109863580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/praga-e-castigo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4298501123109863580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/4298501123109863580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/praga-e-castigo.html' title='Praga e castigo'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJBeTZtgtBw/Ti7b3hX6dGI/AAAAAAAAAnI/aeLRFvY50YI/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683632242945333500.post-6520242755905440549</id><published>2011-07-20T12:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:07:14.009-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Monólogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5nkJJ4wexw/Tibu0ODqjtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/W4X12hyIQlE/s1600/imagesCAGXOYVP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5nkJJ4wexw/Tibu0ODqjtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/W4X12hyIQlE/s400/imagesCAGXOYVP.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Negro cenário num silencioso espaço&lt;br /&gt;Repensando idéias,&lt;br /&gt;Mudando minha rota de vida,&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo a mente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pra me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pra debater opiniões;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só eu e as minhas indagações borbulhando na busca de me encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo que eu devo ser e me calo&lt;br /&gt;Explosão que revela meu eu em sã consciência&lt;br /&gt;Brecando as loucuras esperando à hora de sair da linha;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos limites que hoje cobram caro pelo passado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilha por onde eu escolhi me exilar&lt;br /&gt;Tempo indeterminado pra deixar de acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Falando, lamentando e me libertando;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monólogo infindo de mil coisas que a cada dia me põe a pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuan,19 de Julho de 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683632242945333500-6520242755905440549?l=schuanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/feeds/6520242755905440549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/monologo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6520242755905440549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683632242945333500/posts/default/6520242755905440549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schuanele.blogspot.com/2011/07/monologo.html' title='Monólogo'/><author><name>Schuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12164245728791007500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJey0VjyT0/TkKjN_QKLbI/AAAAAAAAApA/0OM1P83NcZc/s220/OQAAAMBt1UV0ziJEDmjViJWchx9iyGEJKzoEwZ63CZhLJKIkLlAC1Giyrz6KI33KpghVHqsbPtS3ZPl3Uhtf6PQW32YAm1T1UKta9P2-HqEcvISJLXc3Gc3AnvAM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5nkJJ4wexw/Tibu0ODqjtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/W4X12hyIQlE/s72-c/imagesCAGXOYVP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
