<?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-38453762</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:57:41.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As vezes eu Conto...As vezes eu Poesia</title><subtitle type='html'>Uma cabeça pensante e uma alma flutuante...se juntam e deixam registradas suas impressões do mundo em forma de poesias....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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menino&lt;br /&gt;Homem e menino&lt;br /&gt;Depende às vezes&lt;br /&gt;De sua intenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se gosta pega&lt;br /&gt;Se pega leva&lt;br /&gt;Quer perto quer pra ele&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que alegre seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inseguro, imaturo&lt;br /&gt;Um ser humano em construção&lt;br /&gt;Pensa sempre no que vai dizer&lt;br /&gt;Pra não magoar qualquer coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inteligente e Charmoso&lt;br /&gt;Bonito e sorridente&lt;br /&gt;Com os pais é obediente&lt;br /&gt;Com as “mina” Misterioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de pagode&lt;br /&gt;...pode?...&lt;br /&gt;Ta no sangue ta na raça&lt;br /&gt;Ele é mesmo uma graça!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-60805362912557393?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-5722858592971484556</id><published>2010-11-25T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T12:37:02.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matemática pra pensar</title><content type='html'>Matemática pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercitar e desafiar&lt;br /&gt;Entre no universo dos números&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que irá gostar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somar, Dividir&lt;br /&gt;Medir e Subtrair&lt;br /&gt;Depois de Multiplicar&lt;br /&gt;É rezar para acertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que problema é esse?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vou desenhar&lt;br /&gt;Dessa forma fica mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Ao raciocínio chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Metade é divisão&lt;br /&gt;O dobro ao contrário&lt;br /&gt;Devo pensar em multiplicação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hora, metro, kilo&lt;br /&gt;Litro, centímetro&lt;br /&gt;Mi – li – li - tro&lt;br /&gt;Unidades de medida&lt;br /&gt;Nos ajudam a calcular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A centena empresta pra dezena&lt;br /&gt;Que empresta pra unidade&lt;br /&gt;Com a subtração é assim&lt;br /&gt;É na base da irmandade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somar sem se distrair&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tirar vou subtrair&lt;br /&gt;Multiplicar e dividir&lt;br /&gt;Podem fazer você se divertir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-5722858592971484556?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/5722858592971484556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=5722858592971484556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim de imediato&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se torna um Monteiro Lobato&lt;br /&gt;É preciso dedicação&lt;br /&gt;Para uma boa produção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leitura também faz parte&lt;br /&gt;Para tornar possível essa arte&lt;br /&gt;Mas o melhor jeito de aprender&lt;br /&gt;É quando botam a gente pra escrever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro são palavras&lt;br /&gt;Depois frases bonitinhas&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos somos encorajados&lt;br /&gt;A escrever algumas linhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reproduzimos textos conhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Parlendas, cantigas, trava línguas&lt;br /&gt;Fábulas e Adivinhas&lt;br /&gt;E muitas outras historinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De começo não há pontuação&lt;br /&gt;É só pensar e registrar&lt;br /&gt;Nessa etapa não há&amp;nbsp;travessão&lt;br /&gt;Nem a&amp;nbsp;vírgula para separar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do escrito do nosso jeito&lt;br /&gt;Passamos ao elaborado&lt;br /&gt;Todo texto escrito&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser melhorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nova etapa para aprender &lt;br /&gt;Que cada ponto tem seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Usar o tal interrogação&lt;br /&gt;Se tu queres perguntar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ponto de exclamação&lt;br /&gt;Tá cheinho de&amp;nbsp;emoção&lt;br /&gt;se queres separar&lt;br /&gt;a virgula ira te ajudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deves prestar atenção&lt;br /&gt;Se teu personagem vai falar&lt;br /&gt;Use bem o travessão&lt;br /&gt;depois dos dois pontos colocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com estilo e harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Compõe se assim&amp;nbsp;várias linhas&lt;br /&gt;Colocar e tirar idéias&lt;br /&gt;Vira mesmo uma mania &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendestes um pouquinho&lt;br /&gt;A arte de “literar”&lt;br /&gt;Esse conhecimento é teu&lt;br /&gt;Para toda vida tua levar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com carinho e respeito a todos meus alunos da 3ª série A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professora Selma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Sentia uma paz eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;E as pessoas que te rodeavam também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;E elas também tinham aquela energia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Das mães que sentem vontade de cuidar de seus filhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Todos só pensavam e trabalhavam na evolução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Era tomado pelo dourado do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;E tinha verde também, flores de perfume e cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Que não se vê por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Lugar que os sonhos visitam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Que o pensamento busca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Já pensou porque sente paz quando estás próximo a natureza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;É a saudade, do lugar de onde viemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Saudades do abraço do Eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Saudades do cuidado dos bons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Saudade daqueles que cuidam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Dos que sabem dos seus dons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Meu sonho sempre me leva pra lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-325302957035394751?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/325302957035394751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=325302957035394751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/325302957035394751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/325302957035394751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2010/10/meu-sonho-sempre-me-leva-pra-la-eu-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-8863527214730709879</id><published>2010-09-30T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:54:14.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Em uma esfera virtual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;De um grupo de amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nem sei mesmo como&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nem mesmo porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fui escolhida por voce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sentiu meu astral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acha isso normal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha alma percebeu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem mesmo eu entender &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Um mundo novo aconteceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostei de você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;e você d’eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que importa se estou aqui e você lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu pensamento sempre te encontrará!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-8863527214730709879?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/8863527214730709879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=8863527214730709879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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text-align: justify;"&gt;O que sinto por você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;É paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fissura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuidado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Carinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Um monte de sentimentos bons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo junto e misturado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Te acho lindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fofinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Um gato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me encaixo em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não so porque és belo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;São nossas almas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que se entrelaçam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-3296228639003995540?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/3296228639003995540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=3296228639003995540' 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class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 8.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Você me encanta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 8.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Arrasa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 8.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Estraga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 8.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;A paz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 8.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Mexe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 8.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;É trash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 8.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Não agüento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 8.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Tormento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 8.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Quero falar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 8.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;Declarar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 8.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;O sentimento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Você La &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vem aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vem em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me abraça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Enlaça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pega de jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Os meus sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me sente inteira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me faz flutuar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pra respirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quer rir sem parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;E na mesma hora surtar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quer rir sem parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ate que doa seu maxilar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Então é com a gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que precisa estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não se acanhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pegue uma bebida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;E se anime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque essa é a turminha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que quer ser Ferliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-3445933138666173602?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/3445933138666173602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=3445933138666173602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/3445933138666173602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Porque noites assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Ficam na cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Você se lembra dos acontecimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;E volta a rir e sentir de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Aquela energia boa dos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Amigos surtados, engraçados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Animados, atrapalhados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Loucos desvairados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Ainda Bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;E você se inclui nessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Porque quando toda essa gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Fica tudojuntoemisturado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Rola uma sinergia que envolve a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Deve ser a tal da good vibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Que te coloca pra cima, te anima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Cria um clima que te envolve e devolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Aquele sentimento da infância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Que rir e brincar é sua única motivação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Eu quero sempre mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Noites que não tem mais fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-5883679898779959868?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/5883679898779959868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=5883679898779959868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/5883679898779959868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/5883679898779959868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2010/06/noites-que-nao-tem-mais-fim-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-5073462890885724059</id><published>2010-05-30T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:32:32.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um grande amor me escreveu essas palavras....&lt;br /&gt;Uma tradução poética e muito acertada da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Eu traduzia em Poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Fer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ô mulher guerreira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Dizem-te forte e determinada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Invejam tua beleza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Delicadeza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tua maestria e firmeza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que como você não há outra igual&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Então como pode te achares&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A última entre os mortais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Como te encontra perdida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Se tem os braços do amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A te proteger nessa vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tua amiga e mãe te guia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A grande Deusa branca (a lua)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Teus caminhos ilumina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Onde se esconde teu sorriso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sorria para a vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que ela te sorri de volta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Deusas e anjos olham por ti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E a vida conspira sim a teu favor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ah, meu amor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Minha menina...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não somos fortes e poderosas todos os dias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que essa frágil menina chore em um colo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que sinta o amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E o desabrochar de uma flor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que um dia foi semente...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E que ela renasça sim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Se preciso for&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 17.6pt; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Diariamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-5073462890885724059?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/5073462890885724059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=5073462890885724059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/5073462890885724059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/5073462890885724059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-grande-amor-me-escreveu-essas.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-5295889202462351945</id><published>2010-02-26T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:41:33.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não gostar de pessoas porquê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou gostar das pessoas pra quê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;O que me faria mais feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me entreter com as pessoas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me prender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fazer raiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas nunca acho que não sou daqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;E nem que vim de lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Será uma coisa ancestral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sobrenatural?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;O que você faz?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Queria um pouquinho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dessa coisinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;De você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Se alegrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-5295889202462351945?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/5295889202462351945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=5295889202462351945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/5295889202462351945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/5295889202462351945'/><link 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elege&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Seus momento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;De felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Com ele está &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;O segredo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;O DNA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Da sua vida aqui na Terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Na dúvida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Peça a ele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;E ele te concederá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Persista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Afinal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;A vida só é uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;E é muito complicado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Se você desperdiçar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-6204793750838720774?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/6204793750838720774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=6204793750838720774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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margin-left: 72.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Você me encanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Arrasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estraga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;A paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mexe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;É trash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não agüento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tormento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Declarar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;O sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Lamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;O anel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Lua de fel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sai fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vai embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não é legal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-4235506380497198525?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/4235506380497198525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=4235506380497198525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/4235506380497198525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/4235506380497198525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2010/02/voce-me-encanta-arrasa-estraga-paz-mexe.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-6867622951205977321</id><published>2010-01-20T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:07:25.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amar é errar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Então não errei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Se viver é aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; tab-stops: 82.65pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Então vivi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cresci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;A vida por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Se faz assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Experiências....reticências &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Só boas? Só ruins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Boas e ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Alegres e sutis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;De teste em teste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me faço, me construo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;[re...construo ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Prazer é o que busco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Viver é o que quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me deliciar é o que espero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao redor, amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aos montes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;No centro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;minha essência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;misto de &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;inteligência, amor e paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha imaginação &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me faz ser leve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha leveza me faz ser grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha grandeza me faz ser humilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha humildade me faz humana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 125%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-6867622951205977321?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/6867622951205977321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=6867622951205977321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/6867622951205977321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/6867622951205977321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2010/01/amar-e-errar-entao-nao-errei-se-viver-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-7101774335378901757</id><published>2010-01-20T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:56:06.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Ele é&lt;br /&gt;Ele pode&lt;br /&gt;Ele quer&lt;br /&gt;Ele faz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele ri&lt;br /&gt;Ele encanta&lt;br /&gt;Ele anima&lt;br /&gt;Ele domina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;Quem não quer?&lt;br /&gt;Quem não gosta?&lt;br /&gt;Quem não se enrosca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menino bonito&lt;br /&gt;Menino gentil&lt;br /&gt;Menino querido&lt;br /&gt;de beleza sutil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-7101774335378901757?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/7101774335378901757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=7101774335378901757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/7101774335378901757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/7101774335378901757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2010/01/ele-e-ele-pode-ele-quer-ele-faz-ele-ri.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-8625517662176489615</id><published>2009-11-06T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:27:04.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>qual o tamanho da sua coragem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-8625517662176489615?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/8625517662176489615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=8625517662176489615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/8625517662176489615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/8625517662176489615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2009/11/qual-o-tamanho-da-sua-coragem.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-419107041780192658</id><published>2009-10-11T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:24:56.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Eu quero poder não reclamar mais minha felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Meu estado de vida tem que ser pleno&lt;br /&gt;Tem quer ser assim, aquilo que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é o perfeito&lt;br /&gt;É aquilo que será possível&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que me satisfaça&lt;br /&gt;Será que esse será muito&lt;br /&gt;Será que meu muito é o muito do Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Então qual será o ponto que me acomodarei&lt;br /&gt;Existe essa palavra?&lt;br /&gt;Ela jamais fez sentido para mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora não parece tão absurda&lt;br /&gt;Então, o que esta me ocorrendo&lt;br /&gt;O que estou entendo ou percebendo&lt;br /&gt;Mande a luz, o sinal, preciso dele&lt;br /&gt;Para seguir&lt;br /&gt;Ou não&lt;br /&gt;O que será então&lt;br /&gt;Aguardo para ver.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-419107041780192658?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/419107041780192658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=419107041780192658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/419107041780192658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/419107041780192658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-quero-poder-nao-reclamar-mais-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-46880843756294280</id><published>2009-06-14T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:30:40.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não me pergunte dos homens&lt;br /&gt;Não me pergunte do ardor da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dessas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dessas dores do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei falar de flores&lt;br /&gt;De poesias e de cores&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei falar de amores&lt;br /&gt;Das magias do Senhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu os atraio,&lt;br /&gt;na armadilha eu caio&lt;br /&gt;Culpa minha senhora?&lt;br /&gt;Eu os fiz assim?&lt;br /&gt;Eu os quis assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor por um homem?&lt;br /&gt;O amor só para um homem?&lt;br /&gt;Por quê? Pra que?&lt;br /&gt;Estabanados, desastrados&lt;br /&gt;Inconseqüentes&lt;br /&gt;Malucos e às vezes doentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu mandasse uma cartinha pro papai Noel&lt;br /&gt;Não pediria alguém assim: indisposto, barrigudo e mau caráter&lt;br /&gt;Eu escreveria assim: simpático, agradável e insaciável. Belo sorriso, bom amigo e se preocupa comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, seria assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar ou lutar?&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar e lutar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, qual será a hora de deixar de acreditar?&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida com os pés no chão?&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho ou uma ilusão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero me distrair&lt;br /&gt;Não quero me trair&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um compromisso comigo&lt;br /&gt;Se as vezes exagero&lt;br /&gt;É porque tenho medo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-46880843756294280?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/46880843756294280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=46880843756294280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/46880843756294280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/46880843756294280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-me-pergunte-dos-homens-nao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-2632658072120009220</id><published>2009-05-06T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:46:30.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-2632658072120009220?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/2632658072120009220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=2632658072120009220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/2632658072120009220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/2632658072120009220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-4288019811252580009</id><published>2009-05-04T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:30:03.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você sorri e olha pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos teus gestos sinto seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Quando nas suas ações sinto seu cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Sinto seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Fico mesmo feliz&lt;br /&gt;De ter você como namorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais te vejo&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais te ouço&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais te toco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu espero&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu supero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo te esperei&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo te quis&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo, me diz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas aqui&lt;br /&gt;Estas comigo&lt;br /&gt;Me traz paz&lt;br /&gt;Meu grande amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor&lt;br /&gt;É tão gigante&lt;br /&gt;É tão sensato&lt;br /&gt;Meu lindo amante&lt;br /&gt;És meu querido&lt;br /&gt;Meu namorado&lt;br /&gt;Te Amo!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-4288019811252580009?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/4288019811252580009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=4288019811252580009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/4288019811252580009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/4288019811252580009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2009/05/luciano-quando-voce-sorri-e-olha-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-33329980168868349</id><published>2009-03-17T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:37:28.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FERNANDA&lt;br /&gt;Fer&lt;br /&gt;Nanda&lt;br /&gt;Que manda&lt;br /&gt;Pra longe&lt;br /&gt;O baixo astralquando chega!&lt;br /&gt;Fer&lt;br /&gt;Nanda&lt;br /&gt;Que manda&lt;br /&gt;pra longe a intenção de ficar triste.&lt;br /&gt;Ferengraçada&lt;br /&gt;Iluminada&lt;br /&gt;Encantada&lt;br /&gt;Companhia boa,&lt;br /&gt; Que gosto&lt;br /&gt;A toa&lt;br /&gt;Assim de ficar perto&lt;br /&gt;De rir, de falar, de ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Ela veio do lugar mágico&lt;br /&gt;Daquele de onde vêem as pessoas especiais&lt;br /&gt;Ela é demais&lt;br /&gt;Ela encanta&lt;br /&gt;É minha amiga&lt;br /&gt;E de quem se dispuser [Conquistá-la]&lt;br /&gt;Você só precisa ser inteligente&lt;br /&gt;E De quebra um pouco contente&lt;br /&gt;Ela admira e respeita isso&lt;br /&gt;Você só precisa ser sensível&lt;br /&gt;E ter muito senso de humor&lt;br /&gt;Perante a vida e aos fatos&lt;br /&gt;Assim, Ferintensa&lt;br /&gt;Adorará você e&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova amizade&lt;br /&gt;Irá aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Faça a rir&lt;br /&gt; E você terá a sua admiração&lt;br /&gt;Faça a pensar&lt;br /&gt;e você terá o seu respeito&lt;br /&gt;E te digo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Porque Ter a Feramiga&lt;br /&gt; é algo que não se explica&lt;br /&gt;só sei que é um presente&lt;br /&gt;Para a vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-33329980168868349?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/33329980168868349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=33329980168868349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/33329980168868349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/33329980168868349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2009/03/fernanda-fer-nanda-que-manda-pra-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-4873368977844963457</id><published>2009-02-02T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:33:35.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Digo ao senhor&lt;br /&gt;Acredite doutor&lt;br /&gt;O melhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;é ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Ariana&lt;br /&gt;Guerreira&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Sem trégua&lt;br /&gt;Eu enfrento&lt;br /&gt;Eu Vivo&lt;br /&gt;Intensamente...&lt;br /&gt;Não se iluda&lt;br /&gt;Porque sabes também&lt;br /&gt;Que esse é o melhor de mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-4873368977844963457?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/4873368977844963457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=4873368977844963457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/4873368977844963457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/4873368977844963457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2009/02/digo-ao-senhor-acredite-doutr-o-melhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-7635883877677387467</id><published>2008-11-11T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:22:59.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ela não via mais a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;De repente fez-se a luz&lt;br /&gt;Em sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Aquele mar de confusões&lt;br /&gt;Angustias, desesperos&lt;br /&gt;Incertezas, caminhos obscuros&lt;br /&gt;Nada é mais assim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo agora esta tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;Há paz, plenitude&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos, desejos&lt;br /&gt;Ela venceu o medo&lt;br /&gt;A aflição&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu a chance de enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais desculpas&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais retorno&lt;br /&gt;O único jeito agora&lt;br /&gt;É ser feliz completamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como assim, saudável&lt;br /&gt;Como assim capaz&lt;br /&gt;Como assim coerente&lt;br /&gt;Como assim em paz?&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada grande homem&lt;br /&gt;Homem sábio&lt;br /&gt;Homem da mente&lt;br /&gt;Que entraste nessa rede de confusões&lt;br /&gt;Que conseguiste refazer os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Que conseguiste encontrar o fio&lt;br /&gt;Hoje posso dizer-me feliz&lt;br /&gt;E agradeço te por isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, e agora Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Então, o que me diz o Sr.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou&lt;br /&gt;Qual o seu prêmio por isso&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde vou agora&lt;br /&gt;Como é viver assim&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida totalmente nova&lt;br /&gt;Onde as pessoas são agora&lt;br /&gt;Outras pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Os lugares representam&lt;br /&gt;Outras dimensões&lt;br /&gt;Me diz&lt;br /&gt;Porque agora&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem graça&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-7635883877677387467?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/7635883877677387467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=7635883877677387467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/7635883877677387467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/7635883877677387467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2008/11/ela-no-via-mais-escurido-de-repente-fez.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-5493636364437320548</id><published>2008-08-20T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:13:40.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contatos imediatos do Terceiro com o primeiro mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que atravessam o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sons que se esforçam&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos que comunicam&lt;br /&gt;Culturas que se misturam&lt;br /&gt;Nessa dinâmica virtual&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei como&lt;br /&gt;Mas as pessoas se fazem entender&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que é isto&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que será&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que vai acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei se o cabeção vai pirar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei de você&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem sei o que&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem mesmo sabia&lt;br /&gt;que isso tudoaconteceria....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-5493636364437320548?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/5493636364437320548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=5493636364437320548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/5493636364437320548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/5493636364437320548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2008/08/contatos-imediatos-do-terceiro-com-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-945509118909242824</id><published>2008-07-11T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:24:47.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De longe vem o amor&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Ou será necessidade&lt;br /&gt;Pensado assim&lt;br /&gt;Parece desespero&lt;br /&gt;O que estava perto e certo&lt;br /&gt;Estava muito mais longe e incerto&lt;br /&gt;Agora é de longe que vem o prazer&lt;br /&gt;Uma eterna busca que não se finda&lt;br /&gt;Em um rápido encontro&lt;br /&gt;O que será essa nova emoção&lt;br /&gt;Sensação impar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem e me ensina&lt;br /&gt;Em muitas coisas sou muito menina&lt;br /&gt;Seu jeito encanta&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça e me leva&lt;br /&gt;Nessa onda de novas descobertas&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo do desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de não viver&lt;br /&gt;Uma forte emoção&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-945509118909242824?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/945509118909242824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=945509118909242824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/945509118909242824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Teve overdose de carinho, overdose de conversas pra lá de interessantes, overdose de risadas, overdose de comida, bebida, e que bolo era aquele? Voces não acreditam, mas foi eu quem fiz.Cada pessoa presente naquela mesa, é muito especial pra mim, cada uma participando de um momento diferente da minha vida. Amigos Pilar e Dudu, sempre presente e essenciais; Laim meu irmão doido dá o tom nos coments sobre minha infancia, a galera se acabou com as historias. Ricardo Mansur e Bia, pessoas que me amam e eu so retribuo. RAfiiiiiiiiinnnnhhhhhhaaaaa, fazia muito tempo lindo que não te via, não te abraçava, eu AMO VC, ajeita essa vida de so trabalho e se joga comigo, pq vc faz mta falta na minha vida. Flavio Pimentel, no coments about o pai dos meus filhos e meu aliado em qq coisa que penso em fazer. Você é fundamental!Cynthia, loirão mais querida do mundo. Só me coloca a realidade e me faz pensar se ta bom pra mim, responsável pelo figurino pra la de estiloso, todo mundo elogiou  o vestido. Voce participou desse encontro em todos os momentos, pq amigas sempre fazem isso. Vc sempre participa e eu amo muito tudo isso!Érika, desculpa, mas preciso dizer que vc é a inspiração da elegância pra mim. AAAAAA....vc me acalma, me dá paz, nem preciso me esforçar com vc, pq sabes tudo o que se passa no meu coração. A nossa ligação é profunda e amo muito vc. Meus filhos tb te adoraaammm, Tomas ate te confundiu comigo!!!isso é um bom sinal.Moniquinha, a irmãzinha q eu ganhei qdo tinha 15 anos.....vc e meus sobrinhos, amo demais, sempre presentes!Luuu, de ser a professora de musculação mais competente dispensa comentários, o que seria daquela academia sem o seu bom humor e alto astral, ir ate lá sempre parece um encontro, no lugar das bebidas a malhação, mas o clima é o mesmo. Sua presença sempre faz a diferença! Amei ver vc.Rodrigo alegria do carnaval que ficou pra vida inteira. O cara é uma graça e as meninas comentaram...ahahahha......Ate meu pai curtiu você! Todo piada, todo animado, quando eu não pude dar atenção pra todos vc fez a vez. Foi mto bom ter vc nessa comemoração!Kleberrrrr......cara, meu, na academia,no aniversario, na rua, na chuva, na fazenda, voce sempre com seus comentários mais engraçados. Uma festa fica ainda mais animada com pessoas que fazem as energias boas fluírem, vc tem essa capacidade. Vais me ensinar a andar de Skate daí vamos juntos pra academia....ahaha....valeu master por sua presença! Adoro você!Auroraaaa, sempre vou me lembrar de vc, és uma menina linda e meiga.......amei ter  recebido um abraço.Leooooooooooo.....nossa, vc faz parte de momentos máster hilários, caramba! E aquelas piscinadas, piadas sempre muito sem noção, dancinhas e performance da latinha, me fala se tem outra pessoa que faz isso comigo??? Amei dar um abraço em vc......Fernandooocccaaaa  a mais polemica com seus problemas Bi Polares, serviu pra galera se acabar, se entrosar, amei vc concordando com o Flavio, ahahahahah......., te encontrar por aí virou uma mania, mas muito melhor te encontrar no aniversariooooo. AMO VC MINHA AMIGA SUPER ALTA!Da pizzaria direto pro Kabanas, ahahahahah, os coments so fica em OFF....CYNTHIA, RODRIGO, FERNANDA E EU, soh quem foi sabe o que rolou, e rolou muita coisa engraçadaaaaaaa.............pessoal do alem que surgiu.....como assim?? Segurança mala, não conseguiu separar a gente...galera se jogando e a gente so na contenção dos ânimos.........Resgate dos veículos as 3 da manhã....SO NOZESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!TA comemorado. Comecei bem, os meus 28 anossss!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-9060112370393105249?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/9060112370393105249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=9060112370393105249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/9060112370393105249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/9060112370393105249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2008/04/pq-no-teve-moderao-nenhumaesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-1968700888541744991</id><published>2008-03-31T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:21:32.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O QUE ACHAM VOCES?&lt;br /&gt;PQ SEMPRE ASSIM&lt;br /&gt;PQ SEMPRE MENOS&lt;br /&gt;PQ ESSA MISÉRIA&lt;br /&gt;ORAS, NÃO ME CONVENCE ESSA FALSA DUREZA&lt;br /&gt;O QUE É UM COMPROMISSO?&lt;br /&gt;O QUE É UM APEGO?&lt;br /&gt;O QUE É UM CASO?&lt;br /&gt;ENTÃO TODOS PRECISAMOS DO QUE?&lt;br /&gt;NÃO ME DIGAS QUE ISSO FAZ MAL...IM PO SSÍ VEL...&lt;br /&gt;SO SABERAS QDO FALTA LHE FIZER&lt;br /&gt;AH, O Q POSSO FAZER&lt;br /&gt;SO DISTRIBUO&lt;br /&gt;O MELHOR DE MIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-1968700888541744991?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/1968700888541744991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=1968700888541744991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/1968700888541744991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/1968700888541744991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-que-acham-voces-pq-sempre-assim-pq.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-7953909265587827938</id><published>2008-03-31T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:17:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PARA AQUELE QUE FAZ SORRIR&lt;br /&gt;Lugar&lt;br /&gt;Unico&lt;br /&gt;Comovente e vibrante&lt;br /&gt;Alem dos&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Pq quando ele chega&lt;br /&gt;A musica para&lt;br /&gt;As ações param,&lt;br /&gt;o olhar desvia,&lt;br /&gt;a atenção distrai,&lt;br /&gt;suas ações te traem....&lt;br /&gt;Sem intenção de ser, por isso ele é!&lt;br /&gt;Sem intenção de causar, por isso ele causa!&lt;br /&gt;Sem intenção de poder, por isso ele pode!&lt;br /&gt;GOSTANDO DEMAIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-7953909265587827938?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/7953909265587827938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=7953909265587827938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/7953909265587827938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/7953909265587827938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2008/03/para-aquele-que-faz-sorrir-lugar-unico.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-1972079946313722894</id><published>2008-03-11T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:12:22.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mensagem para alguem que tanto amo...&lt;br /&gt;Um acaso?&lt;br /&gt;Deus não prepara o acaso...&lt;br /&gt;Ele prepara as delicias de uma vida&lt;br /&gt;Voce, outra de mim, surgiu assim, pra me mostrar os propositos&lt;br /&gt;Entendo perfeitamente agora o que faço aqui nessa terra&lt;br /&gt;Entender a vida pelo prisma que voce me deu&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi a divina providencia&lt;br /&gt;qdo no acaso vc me conheceu&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo a força desse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;So sei que é a coisa certa a fazer&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que cuidar de voce assim como preciso que cuide de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tem alguma duvida da irmandade?&lt;br /&gt;Continuo aqui, cuidando dos nosso amigos do modo como aprendi com voce&lt;br /&gt;Sua felicidade é minha realização&lt;br /&gt;Amo voce, sem duvida alguma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-1972079946313722894?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/1972079946313722894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=1972079946313722894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/1972079946313722894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/1972079946313722894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2008/03/mensagem-para-alguem-que-tanto-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-3231018488171376989</id><published>2008-03-11T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:11:01.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-3231018488171376989?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/3231018488171376989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=3231018488171376989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/3231018488171376989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/3231018488171376989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-2399482443063732166</id><published>2008-02-23T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T06:06:17.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em transito.&lt;br /&gt;Sem transito.&lt;br /&gt;Parado.&lt;br /&gt;Ann daaaannnn dddo. Deslocando......lennnn taaaa mennnn teeee en/tre gente.&lt;br /&gt;Sai da frente!&lt;br /&gt;Devagar mas sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;Objetivo focado.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando em frente.&lt;br /&gt;Nem desviando.&lt;br /&gt;Nem lamentando.&lt;br /&gt;Cumprindo o esperado.&lt;br /&gt;Reencontrando. Gostando.&lt;br /&gt;Combinado. Fechado.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia para ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Promessa que não é ilusão!&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado de si mesma.&lt;br /&gt;A ideia de que 1+1 é infinitamente &gt; que 2.&lt;br /&gt;Frustração? Não me apego.&lt;br /&gt;Indagação? Tenho muitas.&lt;br /&gt;Nada é medo.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é descoberta.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo depende de sensibilidade e inteligencia.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muito!&lt;br /&gt;De um lugar bom chegaram duas inteligencias&lt;br /&gt;[Abraços!] Ternura! Carinho! Amor!&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos que compõe uma vida!&lt;br /&gt;Amor por uma historia.&lt;br /&gt;Respeito por uma trajetoria...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-2399482443063732166?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/2399482443063732166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=2399482443063732166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/2399482443063732166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/2399482443063732166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2008/02/em-transito.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-4575023568030539373</id><published>2007-12-25T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:37:36.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mas nem tudo é pra você&lt;br /&gt;Tenho todas elas&lt;br /&gt;Você tem algumas delas&lt;br /&gt;e nunca terá todas&lt;br /&gt;o controle delas&lt;br /&gt;é meu&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade delas&lt;br /&gt;é minha&lt;br /&gt;a essência de cada uma&lt;br /&gt;so eu conheço&lt;br /&gt;Nunca terás isso&lt;br /&gt;Sua fraqueza as destruiria&lt;br /&gt;Sua falta de inteligência&lt;br /&gt;As transformariam em coisas simples&lt;br /&gt;Não tente&lt;br /&gt;Elas são minhas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-4575023568030539373?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/4575023568030539373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=4575023568030539373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/4575023568030539373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/4575023568030539373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2007/12/mas-nem-tudo-pra-voc-tenho-todas-elas.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-1677714581065025207</id><published>2007-06-21T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:18:45.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Então ela não mais pensava em poesia&lt;br /&gt;não sentia mais poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Alias a tempo ela não sentia nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo a dor.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que sentisse a dor&lt;br /&gt;Que é sim uma forma de amor&lt;br /&gt;De amor perdido, mas ainda é amor&lt;br /&gt;Agora nem mais isso sentia&lt;br /&gt;Era assim fria&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha mais memória&lt;br /&gt;Não essa de cabeça, que essa tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha memória de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;O ultimo sopro fora um vento&lt;br /&gt;O ultimo solfejo veio após o furacão&lt;br /&gt;Que entrou em seu corpo e quando saiu&lt;br /&gt;Levou junto a sua alma&lt;br /&gt;Daí veio o solfejo&lt;br /&gt;Daí veio não sei o que&lt;br /&gt;Por que ela não mais se lembrava.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-1677714581065025207?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/1677714581065025207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=1677714581065025207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/1677714581065025207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/1677714581065025207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2007/06/ento-ela-no-mais-pensava-em-poesia-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-116969031591163932</id><published>2007-01-24T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T17:58:35.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Achei algumas coisas perdidas aqui no PC....vou posta-las aqui então....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem idade,&lt;br /&gt;Que vontade&lt;br /&gt;Vem,&lt;br /&gt;me invade,&lt;br /&gt;de felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Ei metade&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que é sua&lt;br /&gt;A capacidade&lt;br /&gt;De acabar&lt;br /&gt;Com essa&lt;br /&gt;Saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Bagunçado!&lt;br /&gt;Irado!&lt;br /&gt;Zuado!&lt;br /&gt;Será que algum&lt;br /&gt;Fio do cabeção&lt;br /&gt;Foi alterado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;alterado foi o coração&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo contrariado&lt;br /&gt;que de tal modo aprisionado&lt;br /&gt;esqueceu-se como dizer nao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Não foi aprizionado&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente conquistado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-116969031591163932?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/116969031591163932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=116969031591163932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116969031591163932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116969031591163932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2007/01/achei-algumas-coisas-perdidas-aqui-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-116801927626902438</id><published>2007-01-05T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T09:59:40.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabia que ia cair um temporal forte sobre minha cabeça, mas mesmo assim insisti em sair. Não podia ficar ali, mesmo com essa ameça de chuva forte.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que pensei que esse temporal poderia não cair. De repente um vento forte poderia sim afastar aquelas nuvens pretas que se formavam bem ali. Ficar complicaria, atrasaria, quem sabe, se eu fosse rápido, cortando pelos caminhos mais curtos, quem sabe, somente uns pingos me atingiriam? Não dava para ficar avaliando muito. So era preciso tomar um atitude. Ir ou não Ir. Iria. Pronto. Agora estava decidido.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, não poderia escapar do temporal, mas me proteger era possível Uma sombrinha. É disso que precisava. Onde estava mesmo aquela sombrinha que ganhei da vovo? Ah sim, no quatinho de bagunças. Pronto, aqui esta. Ela não é tão grande, para os dias de garoa fina suporta bem. Ah, mas uma proteção maior que essa era eu ficar em casa, e isso eu ja havia decidido que não faria.&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei meus pés na rua. Ja ia seguindo bastante, mesmo faltando muito a percorrer do longo caminho. Demoraria um pouco onde teria que chegar, mas ao passo que caminhava sentia firmeza. Não havia mais tanto medo. Mas as nuvens escuras estavam la em cima, parecia que me seguiam, parece que quando resolvessem chover o fariam exatamente em cima da minha cabeça. Posso ter uma chance ainda, porque o vento se mostra meu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;De repente um Plof...nossa....e agora?&lt;br /&gt;Outro Plof...mais outro....e outro...plof, plof, plof.....precisava me lembrar que tinha a sombinha. Ela não abria, ai meu deus, vamos la, abra maldita...Pronto...e agora....plof, plof, plof, plof....A chuva esta cada vez mais forte, e esse vento, ess evento que parecia estar soprando ao meu favor, fez com que as nuvens viessem ate mim e chovessem exatamente sobre minha cabeça. E eu, so com essa sombinha, que proteção mais tola, achei que conseguiria me proteger...Como estou molhada. Nossa, ali, logo ali, um abrigo. Nossa, ficarei aqui, ate o temporal melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;Toda molhada. Atchin! E ainda peguei um resfriado. Quando sera que eu vou aprender a me defender mais. É sempre assim, em meio a um desafio, eu sempre resolvo aceitar. Mas ainda estou na metade do caminho, por enquanto foi so uma chuva, prevista eu sei, que esta me impedindo de continuar. Agora é esperar um pouco, e ja ja seguir novamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-116801927626902438?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/116801927626902438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=116801927626902438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116801927626902438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116801927626902438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2007/01/sabia-que-ia-cair-um-temporal-forte.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-116801818163222156</id><published>2007-01-05T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:26:34.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me põe no colo&lt;br /&gt;Vai! me faça um carinho&lt;br /&gt;ao menos um afago.&lt;br /&gt;Acalma com um beijo essa angustia!&lt;br /&gt;Vem, me acaricia os cabelos,&lt;br /&gt;Diz que será meu herói&lt;br /&gt;Eliminará esses perigos que me assombram.&lt;br /&gt;Me envolve com sua conversa boa,&lt;br /&gt;estamos mesmo a toa&lt;br /&gt;e ninguém pode nos censurar.&lt;br /&gt;Me convença de que não sou mais menina&lt;br /&gt;Me da o calor desse beijo que já não é inocente.&lt;br /&gt;Vem com sua malicia&lt;br /&gt;Quero as mais quentes caricias&lt;br /&gt;que a sua imaginação possa me oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;Você que é tão viciado&lt;br /&gt;não quero que tenha cuidado&lt;br /&gt;lembra das putas que você curtiu?&lt;br /&gt;Me põe no colo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-116801818163222156?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/116801818163222156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=116801818163222156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116801818163222156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116801818163222156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-pe-no-colo-vai-me-faa-um-carinho-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-116801137456654159</id><published>2007-01-05T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:24:24.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2616/4287/1600/175105/rodrigo%20santoro5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La esta ele&lt;br /&gt;o homem da moda.&lt;br /&gt;Rico, bonito e com muita grana!&lt;br /&gt;Sacana! Safado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um completo imbecil.&lt;br /&gt;Psiu! Venha cá.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não quero dar um rolé no seu carro&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de você porque é o pior que ja conheci!&lt;br /&gt;O pior da especie&lt;br /&gt;Então vem, me mostre o pior de você!&lt;br /&gt;Não! não me faça promessas nem me traga flores&lt;br /&gt;Esses vicios e perfumes me fazem mal&lt;br /&gt;No nosso lance que será rapido....&lt;br /&gt;So quero o pior de você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-116801137456654159?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/116801137456654159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=116801137456654159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116801137456654159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116801137456654159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-esta-ele-o-homem-da-moda-rico.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-116769961325760405</id><published>2007-01-01T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:00:13.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não o sigas!&lt;br /&gt;Não questione!&lt;br /&gt;Não perturbe esse ser quieto.&lt;br /&gt;Ele quer se isolar, se calar.&lt;br /&gt;Não percebes que ele busca forças?&lt;br /&gt;Agora é inconsciente, calado, em busca.&lt;br /&gt;Peço que não o atormentes.&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe tudo que ocorre a sua volta.&lt;br /&gt; Apesar da aparência frágil e sensível, ele guarda em segredo uma força admirável.&lt;br /&gt;Esse ser está cheio dessa força por isso é poderoso&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não o teste&lt;br /&gt;Pode se zangar se sua paz e serenidade for afetada.&lt;br /&gt;Não abale o silencio interno, não desestruture.&lt;br /&gt;Se cale, se acalme e se vá.&lt;br /&gt;Mais nada conseguirás, ficando por aqui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-116769961325760405?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/116769961325760405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=116769961325760405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116769961325760405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116769961325760405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-o-sigas-no-questione-no-perturbe.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38453762.post-116769957746136178</id><published>2007-01-01T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T18:01:09.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Solte-me!&lt;br /&gt;Permita-me agora seguir só.&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhastes-me ate aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Aacho que o fez contrariado, mas foi escolha tua, ninguém o obrigou. De qualquer forma foi um bom companheiro nessa jornada.&lt;br /&gt;Me Revelaste perigos, vícios, males.&lt;br /&gt;Passei também pelos lugares do prazer. Como foi bom, acho mesmo que ate fui feliz, apesar das diversas dores de cabeça que sentia no dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;Cresci. Aprendi. Há mais ensinamentos, mas agora quero estar só, sua companhia só irá atrapalhar, nada mais aproveito tendo você ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso até que já tive raiva de ti. Quantas coisas quis fazer ou estar só, mas não me permitiu. Quantas vezes estando ao seu lado quis te empurrar no precipício só porque você não aceitava minhas idéias. Nunca aceitou seguir nos caminhos que eu escolhia. Sempre seguimos os caminhos que escolhias e por conta disso, quantos perigos não passamos, quantas mortes evitamos, quantas vezes precisei lhe salvar a vida?&lt;br /&gt;Nunca confiou que eu poderia saber por onde ir. Seus caminhos sempre foram os mais espinhosos, com obstáculos tão difíceis para mim. Você poderia me levar por caminhos mais leves sem tanto sofrimento, mas parece que nunca quis. Sentes prazer em me ver sofrer? Alias, porque me seguistes nessa jornada?&lt;br /&gt;Não responda.&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais importa. Já aprendi muitas coisas, posso me libertar de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Vá embora.&lt;br /&gt;Siga teus caminhos tortuosos forrados de espinhos. Não posso e não quero mais acompanhá-lo. Vá em direção daquilo que me disseste um dia ser sua verdade, porque seguirei a minha. Sinto que tenho força nas minhas decisões e se eu falhar e sofrer que seja por escolhas minhas, por desejos da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, minha alma. Você nunca acreditou que ela existisse, sempre zombou quando eu lhe falava dela, quando eu dizia que era possível conhecer as coisas do mundo através dela.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre achastes que eu sonhava demais e que isso me atrapalharia na jornada. Mas não!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ela vive em mim e através dela saberei fazer cada escolha. &lt;br /&gt;Nossos caminhos se desfazem aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38453762-116769957746136178?l=coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/feeds/116769957746136178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38453762&amp;postID=116769957746136178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116769957746136178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38453762/posts/default/116769957746136178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdocabecao.blogspot.com/2007/01/solte-me-permita-me-agora-seguir-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Selminha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09804628103047112781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17W2b6iP8EY/TNiiEyTkKTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rqBM8uhfx4/S220/DSC012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
