<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post7097633615905373388..comments</id><updated>2009-04-07T15:17:14.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Tudo e nada ao mesmo tempo: Ficaram pra trás...</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/7097633615905373388/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/7097633615905373388/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficaram-pra-tras.html'/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-1016835719755722790</id><published>2009-04-07T15:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:17:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir saudades é tão lindo... triste, mas lindo.B...</title><content type='html'>Sentir saudades é tão lindo... triste, mas lindo.&lt;BR/&gt;Besos</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/7097633615905373388/comments/default/1016835719755722790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/7097633615905373388/comments/default/1016835719755722790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficaram-pra-tras.html?showComment=1239128220000#c1016835719755722790' title=''/><author><name>Mauri Stern Boffil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01816612217518014877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09251388073863875430'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficaram-pra-tras.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-7097633615905373388' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/7097633615905373388' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-8045216180120271633</id><published>2009-04-06T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:31:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorme uma mão sobre o fogo,Selando os lábios que s...</title><content type='html'>Dorme uma mão sobre o fogo,&lt;BR/&gt;Selando os lábios que sussurram nas sendas do castelo,&lt;BR/&gt;Como um grito amordaçado.&lt;BR/&gt;Sonha com um corpo cansado&lt;BR/&gt;De tantas mágoas passadas&lt;BR/&gt;E nada tendo alcançado&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Paira um sopro nas asas da tempestade,&lt;BR/&gt;Como um corpo crucificado no crepúsculo esmorecido&lt;BR/&gt;Da manhã divinizada.&lt;BR/&gt;Espelha-se no segredo a confidência do absoluto&lt;BR/&gt;Cantando gritos na aurora do infinito&lt;BR/&gt;Onde se espraia o amplexo da gaivota mutilada&lt;BR/&gt;Pelo fúnebre enlace da corda que pinta os momentos&lt;BR/&gt;Na esmorecida miragem de um labirinto deserto.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dorme um anjo sobre a areia…</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/7097633615905373388/comments/default/8045216180120271633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/7097633615905373388/comments/default/8045216180120271633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficaram-pra-tras.html?showComment=1239067860000#c8045216180120271633' title=''/><author><name>Sandokan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17070993863542510421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficaram-pra-tras.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-7097633615905373388' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/7097633615905373388' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-3096404133137825206</id><published>2009-04-06T20:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:09:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As vezes...O amor não flui... Sabia?Eu bem que des...</title><content type='html'>As vezes...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;O amor não flui... Sabia?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Eu bem que desejaria ser lido.&lt;BR/&gt;E chamado de querido, por que não?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Não precisaria de palavras...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Só bastaria olhar.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Não um olhar comum.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Um olhar que bastasse-me.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Somente conter a alma que pede.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Bastaria um olhar...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Não um olhar qualquer...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Mas, um olhar que pede...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Um beijo de carinho.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;De bem querer.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ter nos olhos um bem querer...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;E saber que o mundo gira.&lt;BR/&gt;E podemos girar juntos.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Com alegria de saber que não bastam beijos comuns...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;já tivemos tantos...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;E cadê a sede?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;De ser solto, completo, envolto...&lt;BR/&gt;Em sorrisos do fundo de uma alma alva, e ÚNICA.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ler seus olhos sem palavras...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;E sentir o que sinto...&lt;BR/&gt;Saudade, falta...&lt;BR/&gt;Sei lá.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;E a música tocando... &lt;BR/&gt;Continuando...&lt;BR/&gt;Livre.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Pois amor é como vento.&lt;BR/&gt;Não sabemos de onde ele vem... &lt;BR/&gt;Apenas sentimos.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;E sentir reporta a infância&lt;BR/&gt;De onde saimos e voltamos&lt;BR/&gt;quando estamos juntos.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Em pensamento&lt;BR/&gt;Em cada momento&lt;BR/&gt;Em cada palavra...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dada, ofertada, ou retida...&lt;BR/&gt;Saida de nosso "eu"&lt;BR/&gt;Eu e você...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Palavra esvoançante que pousa..&lt;BR/&gt;Repousa em nosso sentimento.&lt;BR/&gt;Criando "ares" de festa.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Quem vem e contesta um fluir?&lt;BR/&gt;Posso ir e voltar sem ensaios.&lt;BR/&gt;Pois palavras criam-se belas.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Belas e feitas por ti... Viu?&lt;BR/&gt;Inspiração composta de canção.&lt;BR/&gt;Sem sensura, e sem rasuras... &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;E ficaria aqui a noite toda...&lt;BR/&gt;Saberia que estaria sendo lido...&lt;BR/&gt;E relido em cada uma das palavras.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Temendo ser repetitivo.&lt;BR/&gt;Só pra ser egocentrico.&lt;BR/&gt;E tendo-a só para mim...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Num jardim&lt;BR/&gt;Numa tarde&lt;BR/&gt;De outono...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ou na primavera...&lt;BR/&gt;quando passar o inverno...&lt;BR/&gt;quando o coração voa solto e leve.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;C-O-M-O  A-G-O-R-A.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Beijos...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/7097633615905373388/comments/default/3096404133137825206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/7097633615905373388/comments/default/3096404133137825206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficaram-pra-tras.html?showComment=1239059340000#c3096404133137825206' title=''/><author><name>HOMEM (IN) COMUM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09744558807829118606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficaram-pra-tras.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-7097633615905373388' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/7097633615905373388' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-3186616221888772076</id><published>2009-04-06T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:29:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah... que belo!!! Saudade é coisa estranha de sent...</title><content type='html'>Ah... que belo!!! Saudade é coisa estranha de sentir, né? Mas eu gosto... hehehe!!!&lt;BR/&gt;Pode deixar que qdo precisar de enfermeira chamo vc, tá? Hahahaha!!!! Beijos, queridona!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/7097633615905373388/comments/default/3186616221888772076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/7097633615905373388/comments/default/3186616221888772076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficaram-pra-tras.html?showComment=1239049740000#c3186616221888772076' title=''/><author><name>Gay Alpha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10550109813679900016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03905881982806536426'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficaram-pra-tras.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-7097633615905373388' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/7097633615905373388' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-2913299986597010306</id><published>2009-04-06T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:39:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cris...O amor aproxima todas as distâncias!...Beij...</title><content type='html'>Cris...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;O amor aproxima todas as distâncias!...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Beijos!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/7097633615905373388/comments/default/2913299986597010306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/7097633615905373388/comments/default/2913299986597010306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficaram-pra-tras.html?showComment=1239046740000#c2913299986597010306' title=''/><author><name>A.S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054222586927144616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficaram-pra-tras.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-7097633615905373388' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/7097633615905373388' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>