<?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-30240329</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:16:25.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRISA SUAVE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115375232931540249</id><published>2006-07-24T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T06:58:38.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR DE MINHA VIDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Face a face, eu me descubro apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;um amor louco, que toma conta, transtornado&lt;br /&gt;amor que não sente a vida passar&lt;br /&gt;amor que é sempre possível reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;nesta vida ou em outra próxima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor de todas as vidas que hei de viver&lt;br /&gt;Venho amando-te desde as vidas que deixaram de ser e prometo honrar esse amor por todo lugar onde eu for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noites que dormi sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;e as vidas que chorei sua falta&lt;br /&gt;nada mais tem sentido&lt;br /&gt;pois esperei sua volta e,&lt;br /&gt;meu sonho aconteceu... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115375232931540249?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115375232931540249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115375232931540249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115375232931540249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115375232931540249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/amor-de-minha-vida-face-face-eu-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115283171458203081</id><published>2006-07-13T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T16:02:41.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/DSC000351_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/DSC000351_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;CAMINHANDO SOBRE LETRAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando escrevo meus versos minhas linhas bem traçadas...&lt;br /&gt;como ruas, praças e esquinas onde minha mente caminha entre curvas.&lt;br /&gt;Das linhas, letras e versos vejo casais namorando brinco&lt;br /&gt;com pássaros vejo lagos, rios e belas cachoeiras...&lt;br /&gt;vejo o sol brilhando naquela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das linhas, eu mergulho nos mares do&lt;br /&gt;mundo passeio por vielas, por becos e vilas...&lt;br /&gt;das linhas eu caminho nas nuvens, eu passo por pontes,&lt;br /&gt;me carrego no tempo...&lt;br /&gt;vou ao passado na mesma distância e rapidez&lt;br /&gt;como vou ao futuro... no solo da Lua eu me deito,&lt;br /&gt;me penduro em estrelas cadentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das linhas e letras eu conto os meus choros e&lt;br /&gt;alegrias, desvendo segredos eu mostro meu íntimo...&lt;br /&gt;e de letras em letras de linha e linhas eu me movo&lt;br /&gt;pra qualquer canto... porque a magia da poesia a gente&lt;br /&gt;só encontra aqui nas linhas bem traçadas,&lt;br /&gt;na ponta de uma caneta,&lt;br /&gt;num pedacinho de papel,&lt;br /&gt;e na mente o meu caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EDUARDO BARROS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115283171458203081?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115283171458203081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115283171458203081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115283171458203081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115283171458203081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/caminhando-sobre-letras-quando-escrevo.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115279580832635209</id><published>2006-07-13T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:55:29.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/DSC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/200/DSC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BOA NOITE MEU AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como a noite se torna longa, sem a sua presença... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria agora poder estar ao seu lado, abraçando você, sentindo seu cheiro, seu calor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria poder sentir o toque de suas mãos, ouvir sua voz dizendo que me ama...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! como seria bom poder estar bem pertinho de você, rindo de nossos momentos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhar o céu, ver que nele existem estrelas que brilham para iluminar nossos corações apaixonados...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te beijar, e no seus beijos me esquecer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver este amor que me faz tão bem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me fez renascer... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me faz feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje estamos longe, mas sei que amanhã estaremos juntos e ao deitar vou poder falar bem baixinho ao seu ouvido: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boa noite meu amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115279580832635209?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115279580832635209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115279580832635209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115279580832635209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115279580832635209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/boa-noite-meu-amor-como-noite-se-torna.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115271283520413076</id><published>2006-07-12T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:55:57.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/P1010026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/200/P1010026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LAÇO E O ABRAÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você já reparou como é curioso um laço... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma fita dando voltas? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se enrosca... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não se embola , vira, revira, circula e pronto: está dado o laço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É assim que é o abraço: coração com coração, tudo isso cercado de braço. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É assim que é o laço: um laço no presente, no cabelo, no vestido, em qualquer lugar que se precise enfeitar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando a gente puxa uma ponta, o que é que acontece?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai escorregando devagarinho, desmancha, desfaz se o laço. Solta o presente, o cabelo, fica solto no vestido. E na fita, que curioso, não faltou nem um pedaço. Ah! Então é assim o amor, a amizade. Tudo que é sentimento? Como um pedaço de fita ? Enrosca, segura um pouquinho, mas pode se desfazer a qualquer hora, deixando livre as duas bandas do laço. Por isso é que se diz: laço afetivo, laço de amizade. E quando alguém briga, então se diz - romperam-se os laços.- E saem as duas partes, igual os pedaços de fita, sem perder nenhum pedaço. Então o amor é isso... Não prende, não escraviza, não aperta, não sufoca. Porque quando vira nó, já deixou de ser um laço!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115271283520413076?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115271283520413076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115271283520413076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115271283520413076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115271283520413076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/lao-e-o-abrao-voc-j-reparou-como.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115261834911390535</id><published>2006-07-11T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:56:37.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/200/DSC00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NUNCA SE ESQUEÇA, QUERIDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria te dizer estas palavras para que soubesse o quanto gosto de você, por mais que os anos passem, as coisas mudem, você ainda é o meu único amor. Aquele amor que me tira o fôlego, aquele amor que me faz rir até de mim, só em pensar em você vejo e sinto borboletas flutuando nas minhas fantasias...&lt;br /&gt;Queria te dizer estas palavras doces, para que não me esqueça, quando pensares em olhar para outra e tomá-la nos braços, não se esqueça que meus braços estão aqui e abertos para você, basta querer...&lt;br /&gt;E quero que saiba que meus olhos, meu desejo, minha vida sempre foi reservados para ser seu. E os anos passam, as coisas mudam, mas você perdura como um lindo por do sol que me tranquiliza, me ensina e me faz mais te amar, por sua beleza física e interior que tanto me cativou, por isso nunca te esqueci.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro dos sorrisos, da boca cheia de mel, lembro do céu quando caia chuva de verão e você me fazia sorrir, me dizendo que eu parecia uma rosa despetalada debaixo de gotas de verão, da chuva que caia sobre nós e me molhava e você também sorria e cantava para mim ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu jamais me esqueci dos beijos que nunca te dei...&lt;br /&gt;Dos abraços que nunca senti...&lt;br /&gt;Das declarações que nunca fiz...&lt;br /&gt;E os anos se passaram, a vida mudou, mas você ainda está aqui e vivo!&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi estas palavras para que saibas meu amor, que aonde eu for, levarei você, levarei as canções, os olhares, os toques de mãos, levarei o mais puro amor que conheci e senti, levarei as lembranças, levarei o tempo, a saudades que me é companheira, seu retrato na minha agenda sorri para mim e eu percebo que aonde eu for, seja com quem for, e na hora que for desta minha vida, estarei do seu lado e você sempre comigo no meu coração, porque verdadeiro, forte, admirável e único, será este meu amor que eu tatuei e guardei exclusivamente para você!&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115261834911390535?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115261834911390535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115261834911390535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115261834911390535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115261834911390535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/nunca-se-esquea-querido-queria-te.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115256781886480305</id><published>2006-07-10T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:48:28.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/SPI16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/SPI16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRES VERSOS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dois novelos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;duas linhas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se juntam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;formam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num desenho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de uma flor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dois rabiscos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dois riscos na &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parede daquela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rua que transforma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sujo do piche &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na beleza da cor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dois lugares &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dois amores no &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jardim no &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chafariz que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se deitam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no gramado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que fazem amor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDUARDO BARROS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115256781886480305?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115256781886480305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115256781886480305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115256781886480305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115256781886480305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/tres-versos-dois-novelos-duas-linhas.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115253935041826351</id><published>2006-07-10T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:49:10.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/FOTOS%20NOVAS%20078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/200/FOTOS%20NOVAS%20078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O TEMPO... SENHOR DAS RESPOSTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando estou sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Penso em você ...&lt;br /&gt;Naqueles momentos ...&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que passamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que moramos juntos ...&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha no meu quarto...&lt;br /&gt;Olho pela janela,&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens no céu,&lt;br /&gt;Fazem-me lembrar&lt;br /&gt;De como é bom amar !&lt;br /&gt;Os aviões passando....&lt;br /&gt;a lua brilhando&lt;br /&gt;Os coqueiros balançando.&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você brincando,&lt;br /&gt;Uma guerra de amor ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu te olhando...&lt;br /&gt;Você me olhando...&lt;br /&gt;Quantas palavras foram ditas ?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas não dissemos ?&lt;br /&gt;Alguns olhares....&lt;br /&gt;Olhares que se perguntam&lt;br /&gt;É você que eu quero ?&lt;br /&gt;É você quem eu espero ?&lt;br /&gt;Somos nos dois ?&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas.... ah .. perguntas ...&lt;br /&gt;Respostas.. quem as tem ?&lt;br /&gt;O tempo ....&lt;br /&gt;É o Senhor de todas delas ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115253935041826351?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115253935041826351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115253935041826351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115253935041826351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115253935041826351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115227032921104878</id><published>2006-07-07T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:49:20.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7585/3258/1600/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7585/3258/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;COISA DE POETA METIDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As vezes eu paro medito, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reflito, e me pergunto? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De onde vem tanta inspiração?&lt;br /&gt;Eu escrevo e escrevo, todo dia assuntos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desiguais e todos os dias aparece algo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minha mente sente a necessidade de tantas letras. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me envolvo demais pareço possuído, engraçado! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao terminar um escrito não sei o que escrevi... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e retorno leio o que fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Serão coisas de poeta? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou do Profeta?&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que escrevo muito e muito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a cada dia e da minha escrita sai a poesia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDUARDOBARROS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115227032921104878?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115227032921104878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115227032921104878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115227032921104878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115227032921104878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/coisa-de-poeta-metido-as-vezes-eu-paro.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115219330705624445</id><published>2006-07-06T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:50:47.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7585/3258/1600/MVC-036S.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7585/3258/320/MVC-036S.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BECOS E VIELAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Becos, alamedas e vielas sombra da noite caminho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frio onde o medo das esquinas se faz presente todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;A transgressão e o assalto da primeira curva &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;está prestes a chegar pois eu sinto passos e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olhares escondidos a minha volta.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mais sossego a rotina do absurdo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se tem todos os dias a qualquer hora em &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qualquer lugar, já não sinto mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;Me espera na saída do Metrô, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atrás daquela banca de jornais, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encostado aquela loja, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no ponto do ônibus e as minhas costas.&lt;br /&gt;Repulsa-me ver você na noites das lacraias e aranhas ratos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camundongos gatos livres e baratas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que entre o lixo fétido você criminoso noturno &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se iguala a todos esses sêres podres e vazios. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDUARDO BARROS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115219330705624445?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115219330705624445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115219330705624445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115219330705624445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115219330705624445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/becos-e-vielas-becos-alamedas-e-vielas_06.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115218958067536049</id><published>2006-07-06T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T05:42:33.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/postando5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/postando5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEIJOS DE AMOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Marcial Salaverry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos de amor, seja como for...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre dão aquele calor...&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos amando, queremos ficar beijando, nos acariciando...&lt;br /&gt;Tempo não podemos perder...&lt;br /&gt;não podemos nos esquecer de que as horas estão a correr...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos amar novamente,&lt;br /&gt;para que depois não se lamente haver o tempo passado,&lt;br /&gt;e não nos termos amado o tanto que queríamos...&lt;br /&gt;amar mais nós poderíamos...&lt;br /&gt;Nos momentos de amar...&lt;br /&gt;apenas beijar... acariciar...&lt;br /&gt;para bem o tempo aproveitar...&lt;br /&gt;Vem amor, dê-me teu calor...&lt;br /&gt;fiquemos neste doce torpor...&lt;br /&gt;esqueçamos que existe dor...&lt;br /&gt;aproveitemos este momento, esquecendo todo lamento...&lt;br /&gt;Vem amor...&lt;br /&gt;por favor...&lt;br /&gt;Amemo-nos novamente...&lt;br /&gt;Amemo-nos, simplesmente...&lt;br /&gt;Amemo-nos completamente...&lt;br /&gt;amemo-nos terna e eternamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115218958067536049?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115218958067536049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115218958067536049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115218958067536049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115218958067536049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/beijos-de-amor-marcial-salaverry.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115210352529665217</id><published>2006-07-05T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:51:02.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7585/3258/1600/CACHIMBADA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7585/3258/320/CACHIMBADA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DITAS PALAVRAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao vento me fatigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a brisa forte que rasteia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meu rosto minha pele. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calado, sentado em murmúrio baixinho... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pensamentos flagelados perdidos.&lt;br /&gt;Rumino palavras e imagens e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na minha loucura lúcida... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu reflito. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E naquela pedra sentado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me entrego aos deuses da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Eterno sonhador que na timidez &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ávida faz com que consiga nesta pedra sentado... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desabafar e ter a minha frente tão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grandiosa imagem a me socorrer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDUARDO BARROS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115210352529665217?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115210352529665217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115210352529665217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115210352529665217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115210352529665217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/ditas-palavras-ao-vento-me-fatigo.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115210259917579333</id><published>2006-07-05T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T05:42:03.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7585/3258/1600/laura0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7585/3258/320/laura0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OLHOS DE TIGRE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao ver zebras nas folhas de um calendário Por que não transformar as listras em cinza-argênteo...? No interior dos dias nublados existe a luta em favor dos raios de sol&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão com o peso da Amizade Conserva a memória dos elefantes Minutos de silêncio podem contribuir [para a abertura de um sorriso marfim]&lt;br /&gt;Construtores de Totens Quebram Tabus Com a gana do (im)pulso de uma Onça pintada A Capacidade Criadora é Fera derrubando selvas de pedra...&lt;br /&gt;Novas oportunidades não se encontram em paraísos perdidos O distanciamento do foco de observação Abre Caminhos Na percepção do não julgamento: Prudência &amp;amp; Discernimento&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos merecem dar tréguas para as falhas... O passado é Mais uma Página Virada Seja ruim ou bom o que passou: Passou&lt;br /&gt;Levantar novos vôos é Dar Vida a Imaginação Nas asas das águias - Sonhos nunca serão desperdiçados - O Presente tem que ser impresso na Pele do dia após dia&lt;br /&gt;Ser amigo de 'eternas' convicções... (?) Convivendo com dúvidas receios são Derrubados Caso haja dúvida é preciso ter Coragem para voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;O poder da sabedoria de como se lidar com a Natureza humana Está em nossas mãos: - Que tipo de animal racional você é?! Seja fiel a propostas válidas. Liberte-se de antigos paradigmas!&lt;br /&gt;Mexa-se, com: OLHOS DE TIGRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115210259917579333?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115210259917579333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115210259917579333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115210259917579333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115210259917579333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/olhos-de-tigre-ao-ver-zebras-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115202417580918629</id><published>2006-07-04T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:42:55.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/DSC00129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/DSC00129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACRÓSTICO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAURIANO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;amentar o passado, nunca! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; verdadeira paixão esta no presente... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;ma história de amor pra toda vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;omance nunca mais esquecido... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; única e real parte do tempo, sem fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDUARDO BARROS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115202417580918629?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115202417580918629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115202417580918629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115202417580918629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115202417580918629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/acrstico-lauriano-lamentar-o-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115202367970283111</id><published>2006-07-04T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:34:39.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/DSC00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/DSC00145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXPLOSIVA 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do canto eu faço meu pranto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do calar o meu caminhar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da atitude minha autoridade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da fraqueza a minha reza. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da angústia a minha força. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da tristeza a minha vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXPLOSIVA 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No momento da tristeza eu me alegrei, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No momento da alegria eu sorri. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No momento do sorriso, eu olhei. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No momento do olhar eu sonhei. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E no espaço desse sonho estava lá você, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parada, sorrindo, quieta a me esperar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sonho real, puro e de muito amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXPLOSIVA 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragmentos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o tasco, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pedaço, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a casca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tom da cor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o cheiro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O talo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o caroço, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dureza da pele, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do fundo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O carmim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o perfume, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a essência do metal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou da romã. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDUARDO BARROS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115202367970283111?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115202367970283111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115202367970283111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115202367970283111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115202367970283111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/explosiva-1-do-canto-eu-fao-meu-pranto.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115201889294137727</id><published>2006-07-04T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T06:14:52.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7585/3258/1600/vvv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7585/3258/320/vvv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FASCINAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só você me fascina tanto a ponto de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu clarear a minha mente e em poucas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;palavras colocar no papel os meus desejos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os anseios, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as verdades, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a paixão e o amor que sinto por ti. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só você me fortalece a ponto de eu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ter tanto para dar e não conseguir, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois recebo mais do que poderia ter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só você é o prazer da minha vida hoje, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a todo momento, a todo instante, a toda hora. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o amor faz loucuras... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então eu sou louco por você. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDUARDO BARROS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115201889294137727?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115201889294137727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115201889294137727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115201889294137727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115201889294137727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/fascinao-s-voc-me-fascina-tanto-ponto.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115196988204223109</id><published>2006-07-03T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:38:02.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/postando1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/postando1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Beijos Maduros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Marcial Salaverry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos dados com consciência,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de quem tem da vida muita experiência, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e os dá tendo do amor a ciência...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendeu com a vida a ter paciência... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tem pressa para amar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem urgência no beijar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não precisa ser um amor perfeito, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;basta que seja um beijo com jeito, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com jeito bem carinhoso, num contato gostoso... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem o sabor da fruta madura, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e é o carinho que procura... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos maduros... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amores maduros... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São os que valem... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;os que contam... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115196988204223109?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115196988204223109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115196988204223109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115196988204223109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115196988204223109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/beijos-maduros-marcial-salaverry.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115196319665953779</id><published>2006-07-03T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:46:36.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/POSTANDO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/POSTANDO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SE EU SOUBESSE O QUE SEI AGORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;O dono de um pequeno comércio, amigo do grande poeta Olavo Bilac, abordou-o na rua:- Sr. Bilac, estou precisando vender o meu sítio, que o senhor tão bem conhece. Poderá redigir o anúncio para o jornal?Olavo Bilac apanhou o papel e escreveu:"Vende-se encantadora propriedade, onde cantam os pássaros ao amanhecer no extenso arvoredo, cortada por cristalinas e marejantes águas de um ribeiro. A casa banhada pelo sol nascente, oferece a sombra tranqüila das tardes, na varanda".Meses depois, topa o poeta com o homem e pergunta-lhe se havia vendido o sítio.- Nem pense mais nisso, disse o homem. Quando li o anúncio é que percebi a maravilha que tinha.Moral da história:As vezes não descobrimos as coisas boas que temos conosco e vamos longe atrás da miragem de falsos tesouros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115196319665953779?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115196319665953779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115196319665953779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115196319665953779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115196319665953779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/se-eu-soubesse-o-que-sei-agora-o-dono.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115196046752563262</id><published>2006-07-03T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:01:07.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/886736_225160_967427_album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/886736_225160_967427_album.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O TRAVESSEIRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travesseiro de penas verdes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde eu coloco minha mente ao vento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letras, sentimentos desejos e aflições...&lt;br /&gt;Travesseiro de penas verdes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde reina a transgressão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras, sussuros gritos e gemidos...&lt;br /&gt;Travesseiro de penas verdes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caído ao chão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem fronha, amarrotado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intimidade, pudor libido do amor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDUARDO BARROS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115196046752563262?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115196046752563262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115196046752563262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115196046752563262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115196046752563262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-travesseiro-travesseiro-de-penas.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115193535241641434</id><published>2006-07-03T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T07:07:14.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/012EDU_QUADRO.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/012EDU_QUADRO.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/012EDU_QUADRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIAMANTE PERDIDO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um pequeno começo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a troca e olhares &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um sinal com a mão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vem o garçon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bebida pedida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a champagne que chega &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o bilhete anotado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a entrega perfeita. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sorriso nos lábios &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sua mãos no cabelo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sinal do chamado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é a senha que chega. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao encontro eu me vou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atravesso o salão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dou um beijo no rosto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e um outro na mão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A conversa começa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ela é linda abessa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com as taças na mão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brindamos o encontro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da nossa relação. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pouco tempo se tem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o abraço que vem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o segredo do amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um momento de luz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a paixão que começa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minha amante eterna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diamante achado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minha pedra de luz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDUARDO BARROS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115193535241641434?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115193535241641434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115193535241641434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115193535241641434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115193535241641434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/diamante-perdido-um-pequeno-comeo.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115193400356955824</id><published>2006-07-03T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T06:43:22.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/008_EDU_POSUDO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/008_EDU_POSUDO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARECE QUE FOI ONTEM...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece que foi ontem não é, amor?&lt;br /&gt;Tantas palavras, quantas letras. Naquele teclado colocávamos coisas,e alí, namorávamos virtualmente até o sol se fazer presente.&lt;br /&gt;Depois veio você presente... meu presente. Onde naquele lugar naquela praia nos amávamos como hoje ainda nos amamos tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que foi ontem e não mudou nada continuamos um belo e apaixonado casal... perfeito, sublime,sem mentiras, sem brigas... aliás, quase nunca. Muita fidelidade mútua e bastante respeito. Quanto amor!&lt;br /&gt;Parece que foi ontem não é, amor?&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa rápido estamos indo para os seis anos... e a cada dia passado um presente melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Parece que foi ontem não é, amor?&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuo te amando como sempre amei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDUARDO BARROS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115193400356955824?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115193400356955824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115193400356955824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115193400356955824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115193400356955824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/parece-que-foi-ontem.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115193316955816258</id><published>2006-07-03T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T06:26:09.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/essa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/essa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/essa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;UM GRANDE ABRAÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os ponteiros que regem o tempo são o maior remédio Existem instantes em que se sorri outros nos fazem chorar Nestas horas os Verdadeiros Amigos surgem do nada No folhear de páginas verdes ou amareladas que doem... Em frente os cortes – Sopros de Solidariedade Abraços espontâneos por mais distantes... Aparecem O tamanho da angústia é amenizada Reconhecida talvez... Por aqueles que já tiveram as mãos e os joelhos feridos... Acredita-se que Amigos existam nas aflições Acredita-se que Amigos existam não apenas nos momentos de Festa Amigos sempre torcem em favor do reerguimento Quanto a Cicatriz será fechada? No momento certo Pessoas têm o direito de errar: aprendemos entre erros e acertos Às vezes passamos por caminhos desconhecidos Momentos que nos deixam marcas (des)concertantes E se for do merecimento Espera-se que a quelóide aos poucos desapareça... Para todos que possuem a capacidade de compreensão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UM GRANDE ABRAÇO São Paulo, 22.V.06 Arte de origem desconhecida&lt;br /&gt;Rosangela Aliberti&lt;br /&gt;Publicado em 22/05/2006 às 22h02&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115193316955816258?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115193316955816258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115193316955816258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115193316955816258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115193316955816258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/07/um-grande-abrao-os-ponteiros-que-regem.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115170221742000534</id><published>2006-06-30T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:16:57.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/FOTOS_NOVAS_087x.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/FOTOS_NOVAS_087x.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Amor Bandido!&lt;br /&gt;Ana Amélia Donádio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Você foi chegando de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Com jeitinho meigo e muito carente,&lt;br /&gt;palavras doces e um olhar envolvente.&lt;br /&gt;Era o homem perfeito,o homem dos meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi da sua boca palavras que eu&lt;br /&gt;jamais ouvira de outro alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Me senti amada, desejada, como nenhuma outra mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Você me fez acreditar no amor puro e verdadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;me fez sentir segura, sem medo de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei me entregando a esse amor.&lt;br /&gt;Uma entrega de corpo e alma.&lt;br /&gt;Já não me importava com o mundo lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;pois meu mundo era você.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor era puro e incondicional. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115170221742000534?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115170221742000534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115170221742000534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115170221742000534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115170221742000534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/amor-bandido-ana-amlia-don_115170221742000534.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115170194530138693</id><published>2006-06-30T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:20:25.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/FOTOS_NOVAS_087x.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/FOTOS_NOVAS_087x.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas como tudo na vida passa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;acordei desse sonho que parecia lindo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percebi que estava vivendo um pesadelo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não estava sendo amada, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sim usada,que não era desejada, e sim dominada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entendi que tudo não passou de palavras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras que não me levaram a lugar nenhum,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas para um mundo de incertezas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No peito fiquei com um vazio profundo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e uma grande desilusão e tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;O sonho acabou!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivi de mentirosas juras de amor eterno,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de promessas sem nexos que jamais foram cumpridas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje resta-me apenas uma companheira chamada solidão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juntamente com a certeza que te amei, me entreguei e acreditei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pena que você tenha sido um amor bandido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115170194530138693?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115170194530138693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115170194530138693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115170194530138693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115170194530138693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/mas-como-tudo-na-vida-passa-acordei.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115168364383924171</id><published>2006-06-30T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:12:35.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/40338_380_414.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/40338_380_414.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Reflexão de Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rosa Clement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não procuro as letras do teu nome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entre as linhas que trago em minha palma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nem o escrevo ao lado do meu nome,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em cadernos ou troncos dos caminhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu ar romântico amadureceu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como amadureceram o das árvores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas vi que com um lápis gris o tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lapidava teu nome em minha vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não ler teu nome não é mais possível,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois nada eu mudaria na paisagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem no relógio feito para a esperadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raízes que agora envelheceram.Deixá-lo sempre em versos já me basta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;porque esse amor é árvore serena.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115168364383924171?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115168364383924171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115168364383924171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115168364383924171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115168364383924171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/reflexo-de-amor-rosa-clement-j-no.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115168091676960519</id><published>2006-06-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:17:34.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/40336_560_469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/400/40336_560_469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATRAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Margarete Pelicano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar me beija os olhoso nariz, a boca desce pelo pescoço numa gula deliciosa&lt;br /&gt;pára nos seios, suga-os gota a gota...Seu olhar vem até mim, numa fúria louca&lt;br /&gt;despe-me, devora-me enquanto,cruzo as perna se acentuo os seus desejos&lt;br /&gt;Você vem em minha direção um sorriso marototira-me para dançar enlaça-me,&lt;br /&gt;me faz sufocar,&lt;br /&gt;Nossas pernas se cruzam,sinto o seu respirar...o corpo fala, respondee suspira,&lt;br /&gt;mostrando os sons , arpejos dessa sinfonia que não precisa tocar&lt;br /&gt;Para ser compreendida por nossos corpos a suspirar...só se ouve a música,o mistério&lt;br /&gt;está presente e nossos corpos a conversar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115168091676960519?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115168091676960519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115168091676960519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115168091676960519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115168091676960519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/atrao-margarete-pelicano-seu-olhar-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115167022029145976</id><published>2006-06-30T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T05:30:49.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/26233359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/400/26233359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ECEITA PARA SE FAZER AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Walter Pereira Pimentel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vê como o amor é construído! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomam-se um homem e uma mulher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para simplificar, se quiser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode denominá-los companheira e marido&lt;br /&gt;Abre-se o coração de cada um com cuidado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sorriso, a mente, as mãos e tudo mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para colocar ali, em pequenas porções, ternura e paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dando-se um tempo para que seja fermentado&lt;br /&gt;Assim rapidamente a receita fica concluída&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pronta e no ponto para ser consumida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dois, de preferência, vamos experimentar?&lt;br /&gt;Basta colar nossos corpos, misturar prazeres e gozos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! Nada há na vida, mais excitante ou mais gostoso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem construir o amor comigo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem me amar!&lt;br /&gt;Visite o site do Autor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walterpereirapimentel.hpg.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;Walter Pereira Pimentel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115167022029145976?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115167022029145976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115167022029145976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115167022029145976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115167022029145976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/receita-para-se-fazer-amor-walter.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115158018766745691</id><published>2006-06-29T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T07:40:37.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/COPA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/320/COPA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Walter PereiraPimentel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse teu jeito de falar macio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misterioso, sedutor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me faz tremer, banhar-me em suor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos meus olhos pareces uma fera no cio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tua impetuosidade, não consigo explicar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abraços e beijos, desejas mas não imploras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não acontecem, colocas as garras de fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como uma fera, me devoras com o olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais te assemelhas a um animal predador&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forte, atraente, dominador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com esses olhos que brilham como chama!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto dessa tua braveza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nela vejo simplicidade e pureza &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Próprios de uma fera que não se doma, se ama!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115158018766745691?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115158018766745691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115158018766745691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115158018766745691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115158018766745691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/ferawalter-pereirapimentel-esse-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115153679749723631</id><published>2006-06-28T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:52:41.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/SEDUTOR.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/400/SEDUTOR.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORPO SEDUTOR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijar teu corpo sedutor,&lt;br /&gt;para senti-lo junto de meus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;é algo que faço com muito amor,&lt;br /&gt;muito carinho e sedução.&lt;br /&gt;Transmitindo todo o calor&lt;br /&gt;que me brota n'alma,&lt;br /&gt;Seja do jeito que for,&lt;br /&gt;quero teu corpo todo beijar,&lt;br /&gt;mostrando todo amor&lt;br /&gt;que ainda posso lhe dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes beijos vai a sedução,&lt;br /&gt;vai o amor, vai todo meu carinho,&lt;br /&gt;vai toda a ternura do coração...&lt;br /&gt;Quero beijá-la bem devagarinho...&lt;br /&gt;Penetrá-la com todo carinho...&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo teu prazer &lt;br /&gt;Chegar lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;Bem suavemente...&lt;br /&gt;Para quase morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Melhor... para viver...&lt;br /&gt;Viver sempre tendo o prazer&lt;br /&gt;de meus beijos provar...&lt;br /&gt;Com meus carinhos gozar...&lt;br /&gt;Nossas noites de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre cheias de calor...&lt;br /&gt;Dando-lhe aquela quente emoção,&lt;br /&gt;que lhe aquece o coração...&lt;br /&gt;e sempre aquele forte tesão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115153679749723631?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115153679749723631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115153679749723631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115153679749723631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115153679749723631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/corpo-sedutor-beijar-teu-corpo-sedutor.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115135652804609529</id><published>2006-06-26T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:15:28.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115135652804609529?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115135652804609529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115135652804609529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115135652804609529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115135652804609529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115135609452844625</id><published>2006-06-26T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:12:44.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/200/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20P1010012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEI VOCÊ!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Psiu... Ei você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você mesmo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EDUARDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;que está aí olhando... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que tal uma paradinha para refletir... e refletir sobre você&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EDUARDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pensar em tudo de bom que existe aí dentro desse coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saiba que você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;strong&gt;DUARDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;é uma pessoa maravilhosa, capaz de fazer muita coisa boa, útil e expressiva, se quiser, e que no seu coração estão guardadas coragem e confiança suficientes para realizar seus desejos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não se esqueça,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EDUARDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ,&lt;strong&gt; de buscar em cada minuto de seus dias, motivos de alegria e esperança, não se importando com as situações adversas que aparecem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EDUARDO&lt;/span&gt; deve escolher ser feliz e tornar isso possível, com pensamentos positivos, não perdendo nunca o entusiasmo pela vida e pelo amor, mas principalmente, tendo a certeza de que Deus sempre abençoa quem ama e quem faz da vida um prazer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia maravilhoso com muito Amor e muita Paz para você&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DUARDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOCE BEIJO... LAURA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115135609452844625?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115135609452844625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115135609452844625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115135609452844625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115135609452844625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/hei-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115132986585679822</id><published>2006-06-26T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:17:30.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/DSC000331_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/200/DSC000331_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAJA CORAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo em ti me seduz...Teus cabelos...Teu corpo, teus pelos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teus olhos, dois fachos de luz!&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz, suave e macia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teu sorriso atraente e puro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuas mãos, que muitas vezes seguro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no calor de nossas carícias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tentação!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;És a encarnação do desejo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com teus carinhos, teus beijos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alcanço o êxtase, vou ao céu da excitação.&lt;br /&gt;Entro em delírios, em frenesi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não dá para resistir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haja coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115132986585679822?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115132986585679822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115132986585679822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115132986585679822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115132986585679822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/haja-corao-tudo-em-ti-me-seduz.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115132902087232034</id><published>2006-06-26T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:45:42.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/EDUSORRINDO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/200/EDUSORRINDO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APERTADA EM TEUS BRAÇOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crê em mim, querido!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus do mais belo sonho vivido hei de perder-me assim com teus olhos em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hei de amar-te sem segredo liberta do meu medo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa as luzes acesas para que eu não me perca nas incertezas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e não duvide que te tenho tão perto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cá prá nós:ainda hei de amar-te a céu aberto.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, no entanto,quero tocar-te por inteiro,quero perder-me no teu cheiroe que me banhes no teu suor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dou -me inteira ao teu amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero teus mais ardentes desejo se os mais loucos dos teus beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero tua mão atrevidanos meus detalhes perdida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero o fogo da tua essênciae toda a tua potência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero a culminância do teu prazerno meu mais belo amanhecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois então, deixa-me ficar colada a ti num abraçar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dá-me teu peito cobertore os teu braços onde me percode tanto amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115132902087232034?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115132902087232034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115132902087232034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115132902087232034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115132902087232034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/apertada-em-teus-braos-cr-em-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115125202616561795</id><published>2006-06-25T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T09:13:46.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/200/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20FOTOS%20NOVAS%20079.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah! Coração…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Emanuelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda te ouço bater no meu peito…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na cadência ritmada que me faz viva…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas pergunto-me tristonha para que me fazes viva…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se eu agora só quero dormir pra tentar esquecer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por quais mistérios mais desconhecidos..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me fizestes prisioneira deste sentimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se dele eu não tiraria alegria nem felicidade…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se dele eu apenas tiraria lágrimas quentes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Coração….por que insistes teimoso em bater no meu peito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se dentro de ti já não habita mais o amor sonhado…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se estás vazio da presença dele…oco….solitário…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se dentro de ti não está mais o ser amado?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me diz, Coração….por que torturas assim a minha alma..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roubas de mansinho a minha calma…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desassossegas minha existência tão pacata…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E me fazes sentir no peito adagas afiadas?Ah! Coração……Eu confiei a ti meus sentimentos….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedi que tomasses conta dos meus medos…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que renovasses sempre os meus enlevos…Mas falhaste…Coração….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não estivestes alerta aos meus apelos…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E na calada da noite me deixastes só…perdida…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrava da solidão e dos meus receios!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cadê você Coração???? Ah! Coração……..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115125202616561795?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115125202616561795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115125202616561795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115125202616561795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115125202616561795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/ah-corao-emanuelle-ainda-te-ouo-bater.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115125154184759464</id><published>2006-06-25T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:27:39.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/XXXXXXXXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/200/XXXXXXXXX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Magia dos Amantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I Z A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensação dos olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;Viajando em seus beijos.&lt;br /&gt;A sensação de suas mãos em minha peleEsfregando. . . aquecendo.&lt;br /&gt;Traz à mente a imagem de amantes&lt;br /&gt;Se entregando às loucuras,Sentidos alucinados De pele na pele&lt;br /&gt;.E neste momento, as peles se unindo,Aguçando os sentidos,São gestos precisossuaves, eternos. Com a melodia no ar,Você me conduzNo tempo e no espaçoPedindo um abraço, querendo abraçar.Esta vontade contida em nós doisde termos tudo e sermos tudo,Nos faz delirar, sorrir e chorarE no momento supremo,Que me domina, que o dominaSorrimos para a vida, sorrimos para o amor.Tudo é sentido mas, é vida e mistério.Alegria profunda do nosso caminhar.Você é o tudo,Você é o mundo...Eu sou o viver!!(Proibida cópia sem autorização)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115125154184759464?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115125154184759464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115125154184759464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115125154184759464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115125154184759464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/magia-dos-amantes-i-z-a-sensao-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115125064818769289</id><published>2006-06-25T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:29:39.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/DSC000021_21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/200/DSC000021_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/DSC000021_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/Recoquinho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ausência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autor: Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por muito tempo achei que ausência é falta.E lastimava, ignorante, a falta.Hoje não a lastimo.Não há falta na ausência.A ausência é um estar em mim.E sinto-a, branca, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus braços,que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,porque a ausência, essa ausência assimilada,ninguém rouba mais de mim.&lt;br /&gt;(do livro "O corpo", editora Record)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115125064818769289?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115125064818769289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115125064818769289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115125064818769289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115125064818769289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/ausncia-autor-carlos-drummond-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30240329.post-115125040823318872</id><published>2006-06-25T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:26:14.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/1600/ANONOVO10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5322/3238/200/ANONOVO10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Autor: Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A porta da verdade estava aberta,mas só deixava passarmeia pessoa de cada vez.&lt;br /&gt;Assim não era possível atingir toda a verdade,porque a meia pessoa que entravasó trazia o perfil de meia verdade.E sua segunda metadevoltava igualmente com o mesmo perfil.E os meios perfis não coincidiam.&lt;br /&gt;Arrebentaram a porta. Derrubaram a porta.Chegaram ao lugar luminoso onde a verdade esplendia seus fogos.Era dividida em metadesdiferentes uma da outra.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou-se a discutir qual a metade mais bela.Nenhuma das duas era totalmente bela.E carecia optar. Cada um optou conformeseu capricho, sua ilusão, sua miopia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30240329-115125040823318872?l=lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/115125040823318872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30240329&amp;postID=115125040823318872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115125040823318872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30240329/posts/default/115125040823318872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauralrodrigues.blogspot.com/2006/06/verdade-autor-carlos-drummond-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ESPERANÇA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15418445175041146079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/359/26233359.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
