<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102</id><updated>2009-12-21T10:39:35.825-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo e nada ao mesmo tempo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><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>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-3140202382017759299</id><published>2009-12-21T08:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:59:51.817-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Preocupe-se mais com a sua consciência do que com sua reputação. Porque sua consciência é o que você é, e a sua reputação é o que os outros pensam de você. E o que os outros pensam, é problema deles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bob Marley)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-3140202382017759299?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/3140202382017759299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=3140202382017759299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/3140202382017759299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/3140202382017759299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/12/preocupe-se-mais-com-suua-consciencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-4533631886629722995</id><published>2009-12-14T16:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:37:11.982-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É pela brisa do mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pelo cheiro que vem dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pelo barulho das suas ondas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pelo clima todo que fica no ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que tenho contado os dias, as horas e os segundos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amor meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-4533631886629722995?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/4533631886629722995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=4533631886629722995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/4533631886629722995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/4533631886629722995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/12/mar.html' title='Mar...'/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-5200929525822204141</id><published>2009-12-01T14:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:37:31.790-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou dezembro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ufa... 01/12! Afinal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Restam mais alguns dias de trabalho intenso, de atividades e mais atividades, de paciência chegando ao limite do suportável, mas enfim, está no fim e isso é o que importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Estou muito cansada. O ano foi puxado, o trabalho idem. Juntando com todos os afazeres domésticos, o ser mãe, esposa, e tudo mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;É fato que preciso de um tempo pra fazer nada, pensar em nada, sentir nada e me desligar de exatamente t-u-d-o...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;eu mereço... eu sei que mereço, aliás, mereço mesmo tudo que há de melhor nessa vida e determino, que se acheguem as melhores coisas, os melhores momentos e tudo de ma-ra-vi-lho-so que está por vir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-5200929525822204141?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/5200929525822204141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=5200929525822204141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5200929525822204141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5200929525822204141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/12/chegou-dezembro.html' title='Chegou dezembro...'/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-2303752923187822776</id><published>2009-11-27T08:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:58:02.105-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Antíteses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Diferente – frágil – instável – tímida – irreverente – doce - impaciente – fascinante – cordial – educada – irritante – delicada – simples – impassível – ansiosa – atraente - brilhante – suave – inesquecível – inimaginável – irresistível – emocional – calorosa – quente – amarga – sincera – viva – afetuosa – quieta – indecisa – distraída – chamejante – apaixonada – saborosa – sutil – fria – falante – infantil – imprevisível – triste – preguiçosa – curiosa – agradável – pensativa – fascinada – sentimental – dramática – intensa: EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-2303752923187822776?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/2303752923187822776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=2303752923187822776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/2303752923187822776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/2303752923187822776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/11/antiteses.html' title='Antíteses'/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-6620266858518750988</id><published>2009-11-07T09:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:00:06.620-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tem gente que tem cheiro de passarinho quando canta. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;De sol&lt;/span&gt; quando acorda. De flor quando ri. Ao lado delas, a gente se sente no balanço de uma rede que dança gostoso numa tarde grande, sem relógio e sem agenda. Ao lado delas, a gente se sente comendo pipoca na praça. Lambuzando o queixo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;de sorvete&lt;/span&gt;. Melando os dedos com algodão doce da cor mais doce que tem pra escolher. O tempo é outro. E a vida fica com a cara que ela tem de verdade, mas que a gente desaprende de ver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tem gente que tem cheiro de colo de Deus. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;De banho de mar&lt;/span&gt; quando a água é quente e o céu é azul. Ao lado delas, a gente sabe que os &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;anjos existem&lt;/span&gt; e que alguns são invisíveis. Ao lado delas, a gente se sente chegando em casa e trocando o salto pelo chinelo. Sonhando a maior tolice do mundo com o gozo de quem não liga pra isso. Ao lado delas,pode ser abril, mas parece manhã de Natal do tempo em que a gente acordava e encontrava o presente do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Papai Noel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tem gente que tem &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cheiro das estrelas&lt;/span&gt; que Deus acendeu no céu e daquelas que conseguimos acender na Terra. Ao lado delas, a gente não acha que o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;amor é possível&lt;/span&gt;, a gente tem certeza. Ao lado delas, a gente se sente visitando um lugar feito de alegria. Recebendo um buquê de carinhos. Abraçando um filhote de urso panda. Tocando com os &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;olhos da paz&lt;/span&gt;. Ao lado delas, saboreamos a delícia do toque suave que sua presença sopra no nosso coração.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tem gente que tem cheiro de cafuné sem pressa. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Do brinquedo&lt;/span&gt; que a gente não largava. Do acalanto que o silêncio canta. De passeio no jardim. Ao lado delas, a gente percebe que a sensualidade é um perfume que vem de dentro e que a atração que realmente nos move não passa só pelo corpo. Corre em outras veias. Pulsa em outro lugar. Ao lado delas, a gente lembra que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no instante em que rimos Deus está dançando conosco de rostinho colado&lt;/span&gt;. E a gente ri grande que nem menino arteiro.Costumo dizer que algumas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;almas são perfumadas&lt;/span&gt;, porque acredito que os sentimentos também têm cheiro e tocam todas as coisas com os seus dedos de energia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ana Cláudia Saldanha Jácomo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-6620266858518750988?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/6620266858518750988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=6620266858518750988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/6620266858518750988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/6620266858518750988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/11/tem-gente-que-tem-cheiro-de-passarinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-5803537642527481505</id><published>2009-11-05T15:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:00:02.768-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Amor não é se envolver com a pessoa perfeita,aquela dos nossos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Não existem príncipes nem princesas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Encare a outra pessoa de forma sincera e real, exaltando suas qualidades, mas sabendo também de seus defeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;O amor só é lindo, quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme no melhor que podemos ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Mário Quintana - Fragmento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-5803537642527481505?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/5803537642527481505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=5803537642527481505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5803537642527481505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5803537642527481505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/11/amor-nao-e-se-envolver-com-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-5989820592064968944</id><published>2009-11-04T09:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:51:00.074-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;será que tem gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;que sonha com a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;antes de acordar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;como se faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;para se estar lá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;será que de noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;enquanto se dorme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;tem gente que rouba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;nosso corpo e alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;e nos leva inerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;e então nos devolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;antes que a gente desperte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Cáh Morandi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-5989820592064968944?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/5989820592064968944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=5989820592064968944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5989820592064968944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5989820592064968944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/11/sera-que-tem-gente-que-sonha-com-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-6605718683619782708</id><published>2009-11-03T09:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:40:07.846-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quando penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que uma palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pode mudar tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;não fico mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alice Ruiz - In: "Rimagens"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-6605718683619782708?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/6605718683619782708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=6605718683619782708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/6605718683619782708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/6605718683619782708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-penso-que-uma-palavra-pode-mudar.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-3970674981532625330</id><published>2009-11-02T09:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:46:00.802-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fascina-me o mistério de existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero viver a magia de cada instante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Embriagar-me de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que importa a nuvem no horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chuva de amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje o Sol inunda o meu dia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Helena Kolody - In: "Poesia completa" &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/3235908951180805102-3970674981532625330?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/3970674981532625330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=3970674981532625330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/3970674981532625330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/3970674981532625330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/11/fascina-me-o-misterio-de-existir-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-5307513023305765617</id><published>2009-11-01T09:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:44:00.606-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Concede-me, Senhor, a graça de ser boa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;De ser o coração singelo que perdoa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;A solícita mão que espalha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;sem medidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Estrelas pela noite escura de outras vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;E tira d'alma alheia o espinho que magoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helena Kolody &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-5307513023305765617?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-5358002459133008599</id><published>2009-10-31T09:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:42:00.164-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não, não ofereço perigo algum: sou quieta como folha de outono esquecida entre as páginas de um livro, sou definida e clara como o jarro com a bacia de ágata no canto do quarto - se tomada com cuidado, verto água límpida sobre as mãos para que se possa refrescar o rosto mas, se tocada por dedos bruscos num segundo me estilhaço em cacos, me esfarelo em poeira dourada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-5358002459133008599?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/5358002459133008599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=5358002459133008599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5358002459133008599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5358002459133008599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-nao-ofereco-perigo-algum-sou-quieta.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-2271024209320195454</id><published>2009-10-30T09:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:39:00.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmoCz8JGT9A/SsfEw5fNkMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/LZ89cedfGDc/s1600-h/sozinha10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388491823516586178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmoCz8JGT9A/SsfEw5fNkMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/LZ89cedfGDc/s400/sozinha10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque uma imagem vale mais que mil palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-2271024209320195454?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/2271024209320195454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=2271024209320195454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/2271024209320195454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/2271024209320195454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/porque-uma-imagem-vale-mais-que-mil.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hmoCz8JGT9A/SsfEw5fNkMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/LZ89cedfGDc/s72-c/sozinha10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-5943209435698234071</id><published>2009-10-29T09:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:22:00.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;"Não é saudade, porque para mim a vida é dinâmica e nunca lamento o que se perdeu - mas é sem dúvida uma sensação muito clara de que a vida escorre talvez rápida demais e, a cada momento, tudo se perde."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-5943209435698234071?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/5943209435698234071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=5943209435698234071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5943209435698234071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5943209435698234071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-e-saudade-porque-para-mim-vida-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-8722375525326058847</id><published>2009-10-28T09:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:20:00.112-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Encha o peito com mais de trezentos suspiros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;quando estiver bem levinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;solte as amarras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;e flutue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rita Apoena &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-8722375525326058847?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/8722375525326058847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=8722375525326058847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/8722375525326058847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/8722375525326058847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/encha-o-peito-com-mais-de-trezentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-3511514105700515428</id><published>2009-10-27T09:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:18:01.072-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quem não compreende o silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ainda não está pronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;para ser flor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rita Apoena &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-3511514105700515428?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/3511514105700515428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=3511514105700515428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/3511514105700515428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/3511514105700515428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-nao-compreende-o-silencio-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-6022865688866608370</id><published>2009-10-26T09:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:22:39.970-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O arrepio é quando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;por serem tão leves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;seus dedos conseguem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;em cada um dos meus poros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;soerguer uma flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita Apoena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-6022865688866608370?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/6022865688866608370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=6022865688866608370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/6022865688866608370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/6022865688866608370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-arrepio-e-quando-por-serem-tao-leves.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-7459343595936418945</id><published>2009-10-25T09:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:15:00.479-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Num deserto sem água &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Numa noite sem lua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Num país sem nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ou numa terra nua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por maior que seja o desespero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nenhuma ausência é mais funda do que a tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-7459343595936418945?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/7459343595936418945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=7459343595936418945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/7459343595936418945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/7459343595936418945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/num-deserto-sem-agua-numa-noite-sem-lua.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-2317271221702941650</id><published>2009-10-24T09:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:13:00.533-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmoCz8JGT9A/Sse-p_XyrWI/AAAAAAAAAes/y9DqvxylRII/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388485107767225698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmoCz8JGT9A/Sse-p_XyrWI/AAAAAAAAAes/y9DqvxylRII/s400/mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mar, metade da minha alma é feita de maresia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pois é pela mesma inquietação e nostalgia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que há no vasto clamor da maré cheia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que nunca nenhum bem me satisfez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E é porque as tuas ondas desfeitas pela areia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mais fortes se levantam outra vez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que após cada queda caminho para a vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por uma nova ilusão entontecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E se vou dizendo aos astros o meu mal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É porque também tu revoltado e teatral &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fazes soar a tua dor pelas alturas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E se antes de tudo odeio e fujo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;O que é impuro, profano e sujo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É só porque as tuas ondas são puras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-2317271221702941650?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/2317271221702941650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=2317271221702941650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/2317271221702941650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/2317271221702941650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/mar-metade-da-minha-alma-e-feita-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmoCz8JGT9A/Sse-p_XyrWI/AAAAAAAAAes/y9DqvxylRII/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-6933453234095895766</id><published>2009-10-23T09:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:11:00.420-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu sono é um crânio escuro, onde mora um homenzinho alado. Às seis da manhã, ele levanta as minhas pálpebras, assim como eu, na esperança do amanhecer, também levanto as janelas do quarto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita Apoena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-6933453234095895766?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/6933453234095895766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=6933453234095895766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/6933453234095895766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/6933453234095895766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-sono-e-um-cranio-escuro-onde-mora.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-752199114095101448</id><published>2009-10-22T09:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:09:00.226-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Teus olhos são meus livros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Que livro há aí melhor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Em que melhor se leia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;A página do amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Flores me são teus lábios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Onde há mais bela flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt; Em que melhor se beba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;O bálsamo do amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Machado de Assis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-752199114095101448?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/752199114095101448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=752199114095101448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/752199114095101448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/752199114095101448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/teus-olhos-sao-meus-livros.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-5201797346259254112</id><published>2009-10-21T09:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:08:00.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Um dia tu vais compreender que não existe nenhuma pessoa totalmente má, nenhuma pessoa completamente boa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Tu vais ver que todos nós somos apenas humanos. E sofrerás muito quando resolveres dizer só aquilo que pensas e fazer só aquilo que gostas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Aí sim, todos te virarão as costas e te acharão mau por não quereres entrar na ciranda deles, compreendes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-5201797346259254112?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/5201797346259254112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=5201797346259254112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5201797346259254112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5201797346259254112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-dia-tu-vais-compreender-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-3824595063262984166</id><published>2009-10-20T09:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:06:00.745-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;É simplesmente enorme, na verdade, a soma de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;alegrias diminutas e delicadas que sinto ao observar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;as pessoas e as coisas, quando estou só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Apenas comigo mesma experimento uma ' alegria perfeita '. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;[...] A vida com as outras pessoas me parece um borrão, uma mancha. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Quando estou sozinha, acho tudo maravilhoso: a vida em todos os seus detalhes, a vida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katherine Mansfield&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-3824595063262984166?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/3824595063262984166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=3824595063262984166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/3824595063262984166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/3824595063262984166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-simplesmente-enorme-na-verdade-soma.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-5603832638228124608</id><published>2009-10-19T09:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:02:00.561-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;e quando a chuva caía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;eu ia com a enxurrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;ia beirando a calçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;descia junto com a flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;e ria a risada d'água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;aquela alegria d'água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;brincava que era a flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;mas depois sentia frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;lembrava-me então do rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;da flor que o rio levou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;e os meus olhos choviam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;eu era como a enxurrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;fui ficando poça d'água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;que o tempo choveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;chorou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Líria Porto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-5603832638228124608?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/5603832638228124608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=5603832638228124608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/5603832638228124608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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terceira caiu na tua mão. E foi a que mais doeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-3792436729190496369?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/3792436729190496369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=3792436729190496369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/3792436729190496369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/3792436729190496369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/2009/10/derramei-tres-lagrimas-primeira.html' title=''/><author><name>Cris Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436288148083742143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00149271621457143669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235908951180805102.post-608982115399959744</id><published>2009-10-17T09:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:51:00.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Houve um tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Em que você me perguntava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Por qual razão eu te amava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;E eu lembro que respondi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Mas foi uma única vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;O meu amor estava no peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Tatuado no meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;O que eu tinha na cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Para te amar sem medida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Tudo estava aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Pulsando com minhas veias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Bombeando meu sangue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;E te levando a cada lugar meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Mas tua morada era ali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Calmo entre meus seios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Nunca precisei de razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;E se precisar um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Então não te amarei mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;O amor não precisa de porquês,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;De motivos, de saberes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;O amor basta por si só... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cáh Morandi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235908951180805102-608982115399959744?l=pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pratudoficarbem.blogspot.com/feeds/608982115399959744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3235908951180805102&amp;postID=608982115399959744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/608982115399959744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235908951180805102/posts/default/608982115399959744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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