<?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-8728021147874419401</id><updated>2012-02-02T12:34:16.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gizelizinha</title><subtitle type='html'>Pensamentos vividos... um pouco de mim.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-4598282933611049280</id><published>2012-02-02T12:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:34:16.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que seja Leve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não quero teus dias corridos, teu tempo contado. Quero todo tempo do mundo. Guar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;da o teu dinheiro. Não quero coisas caras, prefiro as raras. Quero piquenique no parque. Quero andar de balanço. Andar de mãos dadas. Pés descalços na areia. Quero beijo de boa noite e alguém que me cubra quando o lençol escorregar. Que não poupe palavras, elas são essenciais. Que me escreva bilhetinhos. Que não ria por eu ter medo de escuro. Que não me deixe na mão, mesmo quando eu disser que consigo sozinha. Alguém que entenda meus surtos. E que enxergue que meus olhos são castanhos e não pretos. E que me veja, me perceba, me sinta e note que meu jeito auto suficiente é o medo de depender das pessoas. É a forma que eu encontro pra disfarçar minhas fraquezas. Alguém que entenda meus choros, não só os que saem. Aqueles que ficam escondidinhos e ninguém vê. E que não me ache boba por chorar vendo filmes, nem por querer construir um abrigo pra animais. Não precisa me entender sempre, só me escutar. Não precisa concordar, só me amar.Por favor, me ame com tudo o que você tem.Me ame com o meu cabelo despenteado, com as olheiras, com minha compulsão por café. Me ame com meu medo de dormir com os pés destapados. Me ame com tudo o que eu tenho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;A fonte secou&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;O corpo adoeceu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;O sonho ruiu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;A sala esse vázio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;O rosto encharcou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;A alma estremeceu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;O peito congelou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;O dia virou breu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Quando a porta bateu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;O riso estancou&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;A voz desfaleceu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Tristeza se instalou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Futuro disse adeus&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Silêncio se fez&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;A paz então reinou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Tão livre de tudo&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Mas sem teu amor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Mas sem teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Tempo, passe depressa destrói a esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Diz que tudo acaba bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Tempo, passe depressa e apaga da memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Esse amor essa história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Tempo passe depressa e traz a fortaleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Todo o brilho e a beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Tempo, passe depressa e faz passar a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 1.5em; min-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Faz passar a dor&amp;nbsp;&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/8728021147874419401-7862815164395543105?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7862815164395543105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=7862815164395543105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7862815164395543105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7862815164395543105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-porta-bateu.html' title='Quando a Porta Bateu'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-6326423884148401749</id><published>2012-01-17T23:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:08:58.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus,, no bilhete...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Quebrei o teu prato&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tranquei o meu quarto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Bebi teu licor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Já arrumei a sala&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Já fiz tua mala&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Pus no corredor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu limpei minha vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Te tirei do meu corpo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Te tirei das entranhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Fiz um tipo de aborto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E por fim nosso caso acabou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Está morto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Jogue a copia da chave&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Por debaixo da porta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que é pra não ter motivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;De pensar numa volta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Fique junto dos seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Boa sorte, adeus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/fafa-de-belem/bilhete.html#ixzz1jlti3NJO" style="color: #003399; cursor: pointer; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline-color: initial; 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Mais um prato,, mais um bilhete,,, mais um adeus....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-6326423884148401749?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6326423884148401749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=6326423884148401749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/6326423884148401749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/6326423884148401749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/adeus-no-bilhete.html' title='Adeus,, no bilhete...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-5709840778870519534</id><published>2012-01-17T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:54:05.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não quero lhe falar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não quero lhe falar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Meu grande amor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Das coisas que aprendi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nos discos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Quero lhe contar como eu vivi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E tudo o que aconteceu comigo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Viver é melhor que sonhar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sei que o amor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;É uma coisa boa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Mas também sei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que qualquer canto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;É menor do que a vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;De qualquer pessoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Por isso cuidado meu bem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Há perigo na esquina&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eles venceram e o sinal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Está fechado prá nós&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que somos jovens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Para abraçar seu irmão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E beijar sua menina na rua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;É que se fez o seu braço,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;O seu lábio e a sua voz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Você me pergunta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Pela minha paixão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Digo que estou encantada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Como uma nova invenção&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu vou ficar nesta cidade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não vou voltar pro sertão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Pois vejo vir vindo no vento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Cheiro de nova estação&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sei de tudo na ferida viva&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Do meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Já faz tempo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu vi você na rua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Cabelo ao vento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Gente jovem reunida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Na parede da memória&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Essa lembrança&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;É o quadro que dói mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Minha dor é perceber&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que apesar de termos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Feito tudo o que fizemos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ainda somos os mesmos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E vivemos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ainda somos os mesmos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E vivemos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Como os nossos pais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nossos ídolos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ainda são os mesmos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E as aparências&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não enganam não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Você diz que depois deles&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não apareceu mais ninguém&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Você pode até dizer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que eu tô por fora&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ou então&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que eu tô inventando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Mas é você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que ama o passado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E que não vê&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;É você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que ama o passado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E que não vê&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que o novo sempre vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Hoje eu sei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que quem me deu a idéia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;De uma nova consciência&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E juventude&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tá em casa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Guardado por Deus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Contando vil metal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Minha dor é perceber&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que apesar de termos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Feito tudo, tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tudo o que fizemos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nós ainda somos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Os mesmos e vivemos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ainda somos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Os mesmos e vivemos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ainda somos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Os mesmos e vivemos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Como os nossos pais...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/elis-regina/como-nossos-pais.html#ixzz1jlpOWG38" style="color: #003399; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/elis-regina/como-nossos-pais.html#ixzz1jlpOWG38&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-5709840778870519534?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5709840778870519534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=5709840778870519534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5709840778870519534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5709840778870519534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-quero-lhe-falar.html' title='Não quero lhe falar...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-6719265536217768851</id><published>2012-01-12T20:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:49:37.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>Desabafo.. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Queria que a vida fosse como as frases que postam no facebook, para sabermos redirecionar o sentimento que temos de pessoas em nossos corações,, acreditar em si mesma depois de uma respiração profunda, olhar para o céu e acreditar que tudo vai ser diferente. &amp;nbsp;Sei que para colher um futuro diferente tenho que plantar diferente.. mas se no quesito amor eu só plantei, carinho, cuidado, dedicação.... mas nao foi o que recebí.. o que fazer? como fazer? Pedras no caminho para construir um castelo,,ah.. sao muitas... ja to querendo&amp;nbsp;distribuir,, sem atirar lógico. &amp;nbsp;Tempo ao tempo..humm ja faz tempo que espero. E aí....&amp;nbsp;Turbilhão&amp;nbsp;de emoção,&amp;nbsp;desilusão, magoa, tormenta..... fummmm &amp;nbsp;furacão. &amp;nbsp;E amanha eu vou acordar, olhar para o&amp;nbsp;céu&amp;nbsp;e acreditar... Amanhã tudo vai ser diferente. &amp;nbsp;Vai ? GC.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou entre flor e nuvem, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;estrela e mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Por que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;havemos de ser unicamente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;humanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;, limitados em chorar?&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro caminhos fáceis&amp;nbsp;de andar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Meu rosto vário&amp;nbsp;desorienta as firmes pedras&amp;nbsp;que não sabem de água e de ar.&lt;br /&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-6719265536217768851?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6719265536217768851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=6719265536217768851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/6719265536217768851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/6719265536217768851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-224594954022921336</id><published>2012-01-08T20:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:11:41.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que eu sei - Danni Carlos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu quero ficar perto &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;De tudo o que acho certo &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Até o dia em que eu mudar de opinião &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;A minha experiência &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Meu pacto com a ciência &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Meu conhecimento é minha distração &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu adivinho sem ninguém ter me contado &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;O meu rádio relógio mostra o tempo errado &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Aperte o play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu gosto do meu quarto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Do meu desarrumado &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ninguém sabe mexer na minha confusão &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;É o meu ponto de vista &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não aceito turistas &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Meu mundo ta fechado pra visitação &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;O medo mora perto das idéias loucas &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Se eu for eu vou assim não vou trocar de roupa &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;É minha Lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu corto os meus dobrados &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Acerto os meus pecados &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ninguém pergunta mais depois que eu já paguei &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu vejo o filme em pausas &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu imagino casas &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Depois eu já nem lembro do que eu desenhei &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não guardo mais agendas no meu celular &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu compro aparelhos que eu não sei usar &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu já comprei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ás vezes dá preguiça &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Na areia movediça &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Quanto mais eu mexo mais afundo em mim &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu moro num cenário &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Do lado imaginário &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu entro e saio sempre quando eu tô afim &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;As noites ficam claras no raiar do dia &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;São coisas que antes eu somente não sabia... &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Agora eu sei...!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/danni-carlos/coisas-que-eu-sei.html#ixzz1iuY8EYye" style="color: #003399; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/danni-carlos/coisas-que-eu-sei.html#ixzz1iuY8EYye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-224594954022921336?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/224594954022921336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=224594954022921336' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/224594954022921336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/224594954022921336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/coisas-que-eu-sei-danni-carlos.html' title='Coisas que eu sei - Danni Carlos'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-2061318259872735748</id><published>2012-01-08T20:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:07:11.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar - Tania Mara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Despertar, sob a luz de um novo dia e renovar &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Encontrando nova força para Amar &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Em tempos difíceis &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Descobrir &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sem querer o quanto é frágil &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Decidir &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Escolhendo cada passo onde ir &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Num futuro incerto &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não é fácil, prosseguir apagando da memória &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que fez a nossa história &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nossa vida de novo começar &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu canto ao vento &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que beija os meus cabelos num alento &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu canto ao mar &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que apaga os meus sentidos, e me faz &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Recomeçar &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Decidi avançar o meu caminho &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sem deixar &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Que o passado, o destino, possam destruir &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Uma vida honesta &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Revirar &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Alegrias e lamentos &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Entender, que só mesmo o próprio tempo &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nos dará, todas as respostas &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não é fácil, prosseguir apagando da memória &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que fez a nossa história &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nossa vida de novo começar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/tania-mara/recomecar.html#ixzz1iuX8C3t2" style="color: #003399; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/tania-mara/recomecar.html#ixzz1iuX8C3t2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-2061318259872735748?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2061318259872735748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=2061318259872735748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2061318259872735748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2061318259872735748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2012/01/recomecar-tania-mara.html' title='Recomeçar - Tania Mara'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-7774977669644960747</id><published>2011-12-23T18:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T18:45:15.722-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso Me Encontrar - Cartola</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deixe-me ir preciso andar,&amp;nbsp;Vou por aí a procurar,&amp;nbsp;Rir pra nao chorar.&amp;nbsp;Deixe-me ir preciso andar,&amp;nbsp;Vou por aí a procurar,&amp;nbsp;Rir pra nao chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero assistir o sol nascer,&amp;nbsp;Ver as águas dos rios correr,&amp;nbsp;Ouvir os pássaros cantar,&amp;nbsp;Eu quero nascer e quero viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ir preciso andar,&amp;nbsp;Vou por aí a procurar,&amp;nbsp;Rir pra não chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguem por mim perguntar,&amp;nbsp;Diga que eu só vou voltar,&amp;nbsp;Depois que eu me encontrar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/cartola/preciso-me-encontrar.html#ixzz1hOeHgcAF" style="cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/cartola/preciso-me-encontrar.html#ixzz1hOeHgcAF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-7774977669644960747?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7774977669644960747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=7774977669644960747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7774977669644960747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7774977669644960747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/preciso-me-encontrar-cartola.html' title='Preciso Me Encontrar - Cartola'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-6427775585684563372</id><published>2011-12-23T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T18:40:36.822-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabelos Negros.. Eduardo Dussek</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu quero seus cabelos negros&amp;nbsp;Nas minhas mãos&amp;nbsp;Eu quero seus olhinhos ciganos&amp;nbsp;Nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero você minha vida inteira&amp;nbsp;Como doce mania&amp;nbsp;Fosse qualquer maneira&amp;nbsp;Eu queria você assim como é&amp;nbsp;Sem mentir, nem dizer &amp;nbsp;O que não quiser&amp;nbsp;Eu quero você criança&amp;nbsp;Caída no chão&amp;nbsp;Eu quero você brilhando&amp;nbsp;Brincando de mim&amp;nbsp;Pois eu quis você&amp;nbsp;Como o sol e as estrelas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Noites de lua&amp;nbsp;Nostalgia&amp;nbsp;E vou ter você&amp;nbsp;Mesmo só pra pensar Nessas coisas de amar&amp;nbsp;Na alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu começo a descobrir&amp;nbsp;Que em meu coração&amp;nbsp;Tá nascendo um jardim&amp;nbsp;Pensando em plantar&amp;nbsp;Você dentro de mim&amp;nbsp;Pois preciso lhe ver&amp;nbsp;Várias vezes florescendo&amp;nbsp;Nas luas crescentes&amp;nbsp;Sentir seu perfume&amp;nbsp;Prá encontrar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não vou viver, como alguém que só espera um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;Há outras coisas no caminho onde eu vou&lt;br /&gt;As vezes ando só, trocando passos com a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que são meus, e que não abro mão&lt;br /&gt;Já sei olhar o rio por onde a vida passa&lt;br /&gt;Sem me precipitar, e nem perder a hora&lt;br /&gt;Escuto no silêncio que há em mim e basta&lt;br /&gt;Outro tempo começou pra mim agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar a rua me levar&lt;br /&gt;Ver a cidade se acender&lt;br /&gt;A lua vai banhar esse lugar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou lembrar você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mas tenho ainda muita coisa pra arrumar&lt;br /&gt;Promessas que me fiz e que ainda não cumpri&lt;br /&gt;Palavras me aguardam o tempo exato pra falar&lt;br /&gt;Coisas minhas, talvez você nem queira ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Já sei olhar o rio por onde a vida passa&lt;br /&gt;Sem me precipitar, e nem perder a hora&lt;br /&gt;Escuto no silêncio que há em mim e basta&lt;br /&gt;Outro tempo começou pra mim agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar a rua me levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Nas xícaras sujas de ontem o café de cada manhã é servido. &amp;nbsp;Mas existe uma palavra que não suporto ouvir e dela não me conformo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Eu acredito em tudo, mas quero você agora! &amp;nbsp;Eu te amo pelas tuas faltas, pelo teu corpo marcado, pelas tuas cicatrizes, pelas tuas loucuras todas, minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Eu amo as tuas mãos, mesmo que por causa delas eu não saiba o que fazer das minhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Amo o teu jogo triste e as tuas roupas sujas é aqui em casa que eu lavo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Eu amo a tua alegria mesmo fora de si, te amo pela tua essência e te amo até pelo que você podia ter sido, se a maré das circunstâncias não tivesse te rebanhado nas águas do equívoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Te amo nas horas infernais e na vida sem tempo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Te amo pelas crianças e futuras rugas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Te amo pelas tuas ilusões perdidas e teus sonhos inúteis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Amo teu sistema de vida e morte, te amo pelas tuas entradas, saídas e bandeiras e te amo desde os teus pés até o que te escapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Te amo de alma para alma e mais que as palavras, ainda que seja através delas que eu me defendo quando digo que te amo mais que o silêncio dos momentos difíceis,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;quando o próprio amor vacila."&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Maria Betânia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-5465824810096916756?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5465824810096916756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=5465824810096916756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5465824810096916756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5465824810096916756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/xicaras-sujas-de-ontem.html' title='Xícaras sujas de ontem...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-1551107966357325307</id><published>2011-12-15T17:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:02:31.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it all...Leve tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Didn't I give it all? &amp;nbsp;Tried my best, &amp;nbsp;Gave you everything I had, &amp;nbsp;Everything and no less, &amp;nbsp;Didn't I do it right? &amp;nbsp;Did I let you down? &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Maybe you got too used to, &amp;nbsp;Having me around, &amp;nbsp;Still, how can you walk away, &amp;nbsp;From all my tears? &amp;nbsp;It's gonna be an empty road, &amp;nbsp;Without me right here, &amp;nbsp;But go on and take it, &amp;nbsp;Take it all with you, &amp;nbsp;Don't look back, &amp;nbsp;At this crumbling fool, &amp;nbsp;Just take it all, &amp;nbsp;With my love,&amp;nbsp;Take it all, &amp;nbsp;With my love, &amp;nbsp;Maybe I should leave, &amp;nbsp;To help you see, &amp;nbsp;Nothing is better than this, &amp;nbsp;And this is everything we need, &amp;nbsp;So is it over? &amp;nbsp;Is this really it? &amp;nbsp;You're giving up so easily, &amp;nbsp;I thought you loved me more than this, &amp;nbsp;But go on, go on and take it,&amp;nbsp;Take it all with you, &amp;nbsp;Don't look back, &amp;nbsp;At this crumbling fool, &amp;nbsp;Just take it all, &amp;nbsp;With my love, &amp;nbsp;Take it all, &amp;nbsp;With my love, &amp;nbsp;I will change if I must, &amp;nbsp;Slow it down and bring it home, &amp;nbsp;I will adjust, &amp;nbsp;Oh, if only, &amp;nbsp;If only you knew, &amp;nbsp;Everything I do is for you, &amp;nbsp;But go on, go on and take it, &amp;nbsp;Take it all with you, &amp;nbsp;Don't look back, &amp;nbsp;At this crumbling fool, &amp;nbsp;Just take it, &amp;nbsp;Take it all with you, &amp;nbsp;Don't look back, &amp;nbsp;At this crumbling fool, &amp;nbsp;Just take it all, &amp;nbsp;With my love, &amp;nbsp;Take it all, &amp;nbsp;With my love, &amp;nbsp;Take it all, &amp;nbsp;With my love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu não dei tudo? &amp;nbsp;Dei o meu melhor &amp;nbsp;Te dei tudo que tinha &amp;nbsp;Tudo e nada menos &amp;nbsp;Eu não fiz as coisas certas? &amp;nbsp;Eu te decepcionei? &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Talvez você tenha ficado muito acostumado &amp;nbsp;A me ter por perto &amp;nbsp;Ainda assim, como você pode fugir &amp;nbsp;De todas as minhas lágrimas? &amp;nbsp;Vai ser uma jornada solitária &amp;nbsp;Sem mim aqui &amp;nbsp;Mas vá e leve tudo &amp;nbsp;Leve tudo com você &amp;nbsp;Não olhe para trás &amp;nbsp;Para essa tola despedaçada &amp;nbsp;Apenas leve tudo &amp;nbsp;Com o meu amor &amp;nbsp;Leve tudo &amp;nbsp;Com o meu amor &amp;nbsp;Talvez eu devesse ir &amp;nbsp;Para que você possa ver &amp;nbsp;Nada é melhor que isso &amp;nbsp;E isso é tudo de que precisamos &amp;nbsp;Então acabou? &amp;nbsp;Realmente acabou? &amp;nbsp;Você está desistindo muito facilmente &amp;nbsp;Eu pensei que você me amasse mais que isso &amp;nbsp;Mas vá e leve tudo &amp;nbsp;Leve tudo com você &amp;nbsp;Não olhe para trás, &amp;nbsp;Para essa tola despedaçada &amp;nbsp;Apenas leve tudo &amp;nbsp;Com o meu amor &amp;nbsp;Leve tudo &amp;nbsp;Com o meu amor &amp;nbsp;Eu vou mudar se necessário &amp;nbsp;Ir devagar e trazê-lo de volta para casa &amp;nbsp;Eu vou consertar &amp;nbsp;Ah, se ao menos, &amp;nbsp;Se ao menos você soubesse que &amp;nbsp;Tudo que eu faço é por você &amp;nbsp;Mas vá e leve tudo &amp;nbsp;Leve tudo com você &amp;nbsp;Não olhe para trás &amp;nbsp;Para essa tola despedaçada &amp;nbsp;Apenas leve tudo &amp;nbsp;Leve tudo com você &amp;nbsp;Não olhe para trás &amp;nbsp;Para essa tola despedaçada &amp;nbsp;Apenas leve tudo &amp;nbsp;Com o meu amor &amp;nbsp;Leve tudo &amp;nbsp;Com o meu amor &amp;nbsp;Leve tudo &amp;nbsp;Com o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/adele/take-it-all-traducao.html#ixzz1gdPbH9Il" style="color: #003399; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/adele/take-it-all-traducao.html#ixzz1gdPbH9Il&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-1551107966357325307?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1551107966357325307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=1551107966357325307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1551107966357325307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1551107966357325307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/take-it-allleve-tudo.html' title='Take it all...Leve tudo'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-5091850189010122568</id><published>2011-12-15T16:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:32:58.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sou assim....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Sou dramática, intensa, transitória, tenho uma alegria em mim que quase me deixa exausta. Sei sorrir com os olhos e gargalhar com o corpo todo. Sei chorar toda encolhida abraçando as pernas. Por isso, não me venha com meio-termo, com mais ou menos ou qualquer coisa. Se vier, venha a mim com corpo, alma, vísceras, e falta de ar." (C. Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-5091850189010122568?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5091850189010122568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=5091850189010122568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5091850189010122568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5091850189010122568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-sou-assim.html' title='Eu sou assim....'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-9182878818354805735</id><published>2011-12-13T12:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:30:17.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Relicário, pedaço.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;... &amp;nbsp;E o que os olhos não vêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;O coração pressente,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Mesmo na saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Você não está ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E em cada beijo seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E em cada estrela do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E em cada flor no campo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;E em cada letra no papel &amp;nbsp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nando Reis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/nando-reis/relicario.html#ixzz1gQdgD2lA" style="color: #003399; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/nando-reis/relicario.html#ixzz1gQdgD2lA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-9182878818354805735?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/9182878818354805735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=9182878818354805735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/9182878818354805735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/9182878818354805735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/relicario-pedaco.html' title='Relicário, pedaço.'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-9028357288797020502</id><published>2011-12-13T12:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:20:45.578-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Eu em Voce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou o brilho dos teus olhos ao me olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou o teu sorriso ao ganhar um beijo meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou teu corpo inteiro a se arrepiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Quando em meus braços você se acolheu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou o teu segredo mais oculto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Teu desejo mais profundo, Teu querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tua fome de prazer, sem disfarçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou a fonte de alegria, Sou o teu sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou a tua sombra, Eu sou teu guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou o teu luar em plena luz do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou tua pele, proteção, Sou teu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou teu cheiro a perfumar o nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou tua saudade reprimida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou teu sangrar ao ver minha partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou teu peito a apelar gritar de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ao se ver ainda mais distante do meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou teu ego, Tua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou teu céu, o teu inferno, A tua calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou teu tudo, Sou teu nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Minha pequena és minha amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou teu mundo, sou teu poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou tua vida sou meu eu em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou a tua sombra, Eu sou teu guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou o teu luar em plena luz do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou tua pele, proteção, Sou teu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou teu cheiro a perfumar o nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou tua saudade reprimida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou teu sangrar ao ver minha partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou teu peito a apelar gritar de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ao se ver ainda mais distante do meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou teu ego, Tua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou teu céu, o teu inferno, A tua calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou teu tudo, Sou teu nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Minha pequena és minha amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu sou teu mundo, sou teu poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sou tua vida sou meu eu em você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor e Léo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/victor-leo/meu-eu-em-voce.html#ixzz1gQcZKndb" style="color: #003399; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/victor-leo/meu-eu-em-voce.html#ixzz1gQcZKndb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-9028357288797020502?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/9028357288797020502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=9028357288797020502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/9028357288797020502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/9028357288797020502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/meu-eu-em-voce.html' title='Meu Eu em Voce.'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-2647810431242843937</id><published>2011-12-13T12:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:01:34.854-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo o Sentimento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Preciso não dormir&lt;br /&gt;Até se consumar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo&lt;br /&gt;Da gente&lt;br /&gt;Preciso conduzir&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo de te amar&lt;br /&gt;Te amando devagar&lt;br /&gt;E urgentemente&lt;br /&gt;Pretendo descobrir&lt;br /&gt;No último momento&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo que refaz o que desfez&lt;br /&gt;Que recolhe todo o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;E bota no corpo uma outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometo te querer&lt;br /&gt;Até o amor cair&lt;br /&gt;Doente&lt;br /&gt;Doente&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro então partir&lt;br /&gt;A tempo de poder&lt;br /&gt;A gente se desvencilhar da gente&lt;br /&gt;Depois de te perder&lt;br /&gt;Te encontro, com certeza&lt;br /&gt;Talvez num tempo da delicadeza&lt;br /&gt;Onde não diremos nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Apenas seguirei, como encantado&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado teu&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/chico-buarque/todo-o-sentimento.html#ixzz1gQXYGtsb" style="color: #003399; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/chico-buarque/todo-o-sentimento.html#ixzz1gQXYGtsb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-2647810431242843937?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2647810431242843937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=2647810431242843937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2647810431242843937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2647810431242843937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/todo-o-sentimento.html' title='Todo o Sentimento.'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-6191450380070115073</id><published>2011-12-08T12:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T12:02:36.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem ama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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O tempo é muito lento para os que esperam&lt;br /&gt;Muito rápido para os que tem medo&lt;br /&gt;Muito longo para os que lamentam&lt;br /&gt;Muito curto para os que festejam&lt;br /&gt;Mas, para os que amam, o tempo é eterno.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="aut" style="background-color: white; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/william_shakespeare/" style="color: blue; font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-6191450380070115073?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6191450380070115073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=6191450380070115073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/6191450380070115073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/6191450380070115073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/12/quem-ama.html' title='Quem ama...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-4073567721271734389</id><published>2011-11-23T18:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:14:12.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insaciável...</title><content type='html'>Sem voce pra me guiar, que caminho deverei seguir, sem voce para me amar, o que deverei sentir, sem teu corpo pra me saciar o que sera de mim. Ai como eu queria te possuir ventania nesse vai e vem nessa maresia que nao se contem, e ao passar me envolve a carne no sal, e a agua se transforma em lagrima e minha inspiraçao em desejo, e o meu sentimento em paixao. &amp;nbsp;A obceção toma conta de mim, e a saudade bate com violencia, nao quero essa dor insistente, persistente, esse vento que me envolve na doçura e na loucura do momento, quero voce, de corpo e alma, carne e sangue, quero o teu abraço para dançar a musica do mundo, o som do mar e das ondas, quero teu gosto como orvalho, quero teu beijo como furacao, quero teu amor como tempestade e o nosso gozo como trovão. (coletânea 1992. GC)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-4073567721271734389?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4073567721271734389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=4073567721271734389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4073567721271734389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4073567721271734389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/insaciavel.html' title='Insaciável...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8597857425376198073</id><published>2011-11-23T17:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:01:30.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem para o Amado.</title><content type='html'>Eu nao sabia que te amava tanto, e agora que te perdí, percebo que o mundo esta vazio. &amp;nbsp;De repente ha em tudo uma infinita melancolia, um pranto de chuva fria e infindável, e uma falta de sentido em todas as coisas. &amp;nbsp;Ai &amp;nbsp;!!!!! &amp;nbsp;Eu nao sabia que te amava tanto. &amp;nbsp;(coletânea&amp;nbsp;1992. Renato Castelo Branco)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8597857425376198073?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8597857425376198073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8597857425376198073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8597857425376198073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8597857425376198073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/requiem-para-o-amado.html' title='Requiem para o Amado.'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-5655547174094556349</id><published>2011-11-23T17:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:57:19.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado e Presente...</title><content type='html'>Dia de sol o&amp;nbsp;conheci, nunca mais o esqueci, suas palavras até hoje tocam fundo e fazem parte do meu mundo. &amp;nbsp;Uma semana depois estávamos no mesmo caminho, foi como um sonho. &amp;nbsp;Ultrapassando barreiras, nossos corpos se uniram num beijo que hoje inspira desejos. &amp;nbsp;Meses após, chovia, meu coração cheio de alegria enquanto o via,, mas e hoje? &amp;nbsp;Onde estás, o que pensa? &amp;nbsp;Parece que foge, mas sempre viva estara sua lembrança. (&amp;nbsp;coletânea 1992. - Carícia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-5655547174094556349?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5655547174094556349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=5655547174094556349' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5655547174094556349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5655547174094556349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/passado-e-presente.html' title='Passado e Presente...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-1613302168667819457</id><published>2011-11-19T12:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:25:41.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um beijo queria, e o adeus.  -  Atendendo a pedidos,,,, tradução</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Mais um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;, querida,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;ais um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;suspiro, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;penas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;isso querida, e é o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;adeus. pois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o nosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;amor tem tanta dor e tanto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;prazer, guardarei como um tesouro até morrer, E agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;, querida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Aurevoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;, madame &amp;nbsp;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;as eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps atn" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;como corante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;saio fácil. &amp;nbsp;Com &amp;nbsp;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;, podemos ter&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;a glória do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;amor, e n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;ossa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;história de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;para contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Assim como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;cada outono a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;s folhas caem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;árvore, tombam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;no chão e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;morrem, &amp;nbsp;Então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;na primavera c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;omo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;doces memórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;las vão voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;eu voltei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Como o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;, querida, o nascer do sol,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Nós voltaremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;, querida,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;ara o céu, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;nós vamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;banir a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;dor e a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;tristeza,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;amanhã, é o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;adeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-1613302168667819457?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1613302168667819457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=1613302168667819457' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1613302168667819457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1613302168667819457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/mais-um-beijo-queria-e-o-adeus.html' title='Mais um beijo queria, e o adeus.  -  Atendendo a pedidos,,,, tradução'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-220714102052155250</id><published>2011-11-16T09:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:08:01.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>One more kiss, dear.....it´s goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;One more kiss, dear &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;One more sigh &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Only this, dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;It's goodbye &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;For our love is such pain &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;And such pleasure &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;And I'll treasure till I die &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;So for now, dear &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Aurevoir, madame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;But I'm how-d'ye, not farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;For in time we may have a love's glory &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Our love story to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Just as every autumn &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Leaves fall from the tree &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tumble to the ground and die &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;So in the springtime &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Like sweet memories &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;They will return as will I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Like the sun, dear &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Upon high &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;We'll return, dear &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;To the sky &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;And we'll banish the pain and the sorrow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Until tomorrow goodbye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;one more kiss, dear &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;One more sigh &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Only this, dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Is goodbye &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;For our love is such passion &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;And such pleasure &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;And I'll treasure till I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Like the sun, dear &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Upon high &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;We'll return, dear &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;To the sky &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;And we'll banish the pain and the sorrow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Until tomorrow goodbye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/jon-anderson/one-more-kiss-dear.html#ixzz1ds7u4JgS" style="color: #003399; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/jon-anderson/one-more-kiss-dear.html#ixzz1ds7u4JgS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-220714102052155250?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/220714102052155250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=220714102052155250' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/220714102052155250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/220714102052155250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-more-kiss-dearits-goodbye.html' title='One more kiss, dear.....it´s goodbye.'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-5564930835720671468</id><published>2011-11-12T12:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T12:16:06.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nao me reconheço mais, cadê os meus dias, meu olhos brilhantes, meu sorriso sem dor. Meus sonhos, minha vontade,, meu medo de amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nao me reconheço mais, onde esta minha força, minha luta, minha garra, meu querer inabalado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou a procura de mim....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-5564930835720671468?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5564930835720671468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=5564930835720671468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5564930835720671468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5564930835720671468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-me-reconheco-mais-cade-os-meus-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJ-U9D0IZY4/Tr6MBajhD3I/AAAAAAAATNw/sba_Sa2-v04/s72-c/310501_10150786018935094_853245093_20490946_1381782655_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-7733019916071710207</id><published>2011-10-21T16:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T16:55:10.181-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A LISTA - Perfeita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;Faça uma lista de grandes amigos
Quem você mais via há dez anos atrás
Quantos você ainda vê todo dia
Quantos você já não encontra mais
Faça uma lista dos sonhos que tinha
Quantos você desistiu de sonhar
Quantos amores jurados pra sempre
Quantos você conseguiu preservar
Onde você ainda se reconhece
Na foto passada ou no espelho de agora
Hoje é do jeito que achou que seria?
Quantos amigos você jogou fora
Quantos mistérios que você sondava
Quantos você conseguiu entender?
Quantos segredos que você guardava
Hoje são bobos ninguém quer saber
Quantas mentiras você condenava
Quantas você teve que cometer
Quantos defeitos sanados com o tempo
Eram o melhor que havia em você
Quantas canções que você não cantava
Hoje assobia pra sobreviver
Quantas pessoas que você amava
Hoje acredita que amam você.&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;(Osvaldo Montenegro)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-7733019916071710207?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7733019916071710207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=7733019916071710207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7733019916071710207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7733019916071710207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/10/lista-perfeita.html' title='A LISTA - Perfeita...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-1206430825637417875</id><published>2011-09-23T17:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T17:45:28.109-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Toque de Emoção....</title><content type='html'>Passou, ainda bem que tudo já passou&lt;br /&gt;
E sinto que saí da tempestade&lt;br /&gt;
De alma vazia e coração pela metade&lt;br /&gt;
Quem disse que não dói, não diz verdade&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez por não saber o que é saudade&lt;br /&gt;
E essas coisas só se aprende com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Não depende da vontade&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Passou, ainda bem que tudo já passou&lt;br /&gt;
Mas fatos do passado estão presentes&lt;br /&gt;
Deixaram esse vazio e a solidão&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vivi um sonho novo e esse amor imprevisível&lt;br /&gt;
De repente, o teu adeus, que eu não pensei que era possível&lt;br /&gt;
Reações inesperadas sem razão&lt;br /&gt;
O coração é mesmo incrível&lt;br /&gt;
E se eu penso, não te entendo&lt;br /&gt;
E se te entendo, não aceito&lt;br /&gt;
Coração desesperado e essa mágoa no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;
Eu te quero mais que tudo&lt;br /&gt;
E esse amor tão absurdo, não tem jeito&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Passou, ainda bem que tudo já passou&lt;br /&gt;
E sinto que saí da tempestade&lt;br /&gt;
De alma vazia e coração pela metade&lt;br /&gt;
Quem disse que não dói, não diz verdade&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez por não saber o que é saudade&lt;br /&gt;
E essas coisas só se aprende com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Não depende da vontade&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Passou, ainda bem que tudo já passou&lt;br /&gt;
Sabia que não dava mais pra gente&lt;br /&gt;
Faltava aquele toque de emoção&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vivi um sonho novo e esse amor imprevisível&lt;br /&gt;
De repente, o teu adeus, que eu não pensei que era possível&lt;br /&gt;
Reações inesperadas sem razão&lt;br /&gt;
O coração é mesmo incrível&lt;br /&gt;
E se eu penso, não te entendo&lt;br /&gt;
E se te entendo, não aceito&lt;br /&gt;
Coração desesperado e essa mágoa no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;
Eu te quero mais que tudo&lt;br /&gt;
E esse amor tão absurdo, não tem jeito.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/joanna/toque-de-emocao.html#ixzz1YoI7ESnE"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/joanna/toque-de-emocao.html#ixzz1YoI7ESnE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-1206430825637417875?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1206430825637417875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=1206430825637417875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1206430825637417875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1206430825637417875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/09/toque-de-emocao.html' title='Toque de Emoção....'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-3480766386962946656</id><published>2011-09-15T17:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:57:21.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem nao quer sou eu - Seu Jorge....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/seu-jorge/quem-nao-quer-sou-eu.html"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/seu-jorge/quem-nao-quer-sou-eu.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-3480766386962946656?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3480766386962946656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=3480766386962946656' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3480766386962946656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3480766386962946656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2011/09/quem-nao-quer-sou-eu-seu-jorge.html' title='Quem nao quer sou eu - Seu Jorge....'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-41116521316592509</id><published>2011-08-28T11:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:50:25.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernanda Takai - Perfeita... em Voce já me esqueceu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoH6XYSXL1c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoH6XYSXL1c&lt;/a&gt;
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saudade, cheia de coisas lindas pra dizer, vim porque sentia, que nada existia fora de voce" ....."Sonho meu, sonho meu, vai buscar quem mora longe, sonho meu, vai mostrar essa saudade, sonho meu" ....."Ah, saudade vai chegar, e por favor meu bem, me deixe pelo menos eu te ver passar, só pra nao esquecer, perdoa se eu chorar" ....."Tô com saudade de tu meu desejo, to com saudade do beijo e do mel, do teu olhar carinhoso o teu abraço gostoso de passear no teu céu"....."Saudade palavra triste quando se perde um grande amor"....."Mande notícias do mundo de lá"....."Quando a saudade bate forte dói no fundo, vontade louca de amar mais uma vez"....."Amigos eu ganhei, saudades eu sentí partindo, e as veses eu deixei voce me ver chorar, sorrindo"....."Eu venho das dunas brancas, de onde eu queria ficar, deixando os olhos cansados por onde a vista alcançar"....."Se fosse só sentir saudade, mas tem sempre algo mais, seja como for, é uma dor que dói no peito"....."E por falar em saudade onde anda voce, onde anda teus olhos que agente nao vê, onde anda esse corpo que me deixou louco de tanto prazer"....."Quando penso em voce, fecho os olhos de saudade"....."Saudade, diga a esse moço por favor, como foi sincero o meu amor, e como eu lhe adorei tempos atras, saudade, nao esqueça tambem de dizer, que é voce que me faz adormecer, pra que eu vive em paz" .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-4141602442348799762?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4141602442348799762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=4141602442348799762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Saudade da vida outrora, momentos felizes, juntos com a aurora. Saudade das noites de lua, as músicas cantadas, eu eterna amada, Saudade do teu olhar misterioso, da tua vida inconstante, dos teus atos sutís e vibrantes. Saudade da minha liberdade ao teu lado, teu soriso lavado, teu rosto vivido. Saudade de voce, por mim e por viver. Saudade de não sei o que? Saudade simplesmente de tudo o que viví. (Gizelle 05/92)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-2411338518449590047?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2411338518449590047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=2411338518449590047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2411338518449590047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2411338518449590047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2010/05/saudades.html' title='&quot;Saudades&quot;'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-3169435670356199814</id><published>2010-05-12T17:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:34:40.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Medo dos sonhos...</title><content type='html'>...Tenho medo de realizar meus sonhos, e depois nao ter mais motivos pra continuar vivo. ...Tenho medo que seja uma grande decepção, então prefiro apenas sonhar... (O Alquimista-06/92)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-3169435670356199814?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3169435670356199814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=3169435670356199814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3169435670356199814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3169435670356199814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2010/05/medo-dos-sonhos.html' title='...Medo dos sonhos...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-2278881190395314375</id><published>2010-05-12T17:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:32:30.817-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterno Vinícios de Moraes...</title><content type='html'>Tudo de amor que existe em mim foi dado, Tudo o que fala em mim de amor foi dito. Do nada em mim o amor fez o infinito. Que por muito tornousse escravizado. Tão pródigo de amor fiquei coitado. Tão fácil para amar fiquei proscrito. Cada voto que fiz ergueu-se um grito. Contra o meu próprio dar demasiado. Tenho dado de amor mais que coubesse. Nesse meu pobre coração humano. Desse eterno amor meu antes nao desse. Pois se por tanto dar me fiz engano. Melhor fora que desse e recebesse. Para viver da vida o amor sem dano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-2278881190395314375?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2278881190395314375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=2278881190395314375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2278881190395314375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2278881190395314375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2010/05/eterno-vinicios-de-morais.html' title='Eterno Vinícios de Moraes...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8431097148835628344</id><published>2010-05-12T09:51:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:30:02.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo dia,,,</title><content type='html'>Algo novo esta acontecendo dentro de mim, nao sei se vai ser melhor ou pior, mas com certeza inusitado, me sinto com os pés no chão, sem ilusões ou romantismo, talvéz o nome disso seja maturidade, talvéz seja desilusão, o não acreditar mais nas pessoas como seres perfeitos e seguros, tento acreditar em meu ser, meu pensamento, meu eu.
O que eu quero, agora tento nao querer, pra poder ser feliz, ou pelo menos viver muitos ou poucos momentos bons. Vai depender tambem da sorte. O mais dificel de tudo foi nao acreditar na fidelidade, descartar essa situação antes pra mim "sinequanon" em um relacionamento, hoje a existencia dela (ou a falta, melhor dizendo) é realidade, mesmo que seja só em pensamento. E continuar a viver e continuar a querer viver ao lado desse alguem. Talvéz agora dure, mais do que teêm durado os outros relacionamentos que tive na vida, pois todos se desfizeram pela infidelidade do que se dizia companheiro,,, epa !! será que vai deixar de ser um companheiro por causa de atitudes ou pensamentos outros??? Acreditar em uma nova forma de se relacionar, ou nao terá relacionamento de forma alguma, acreditar em novo modo de ver o parceiro, ou o amor. Será que esses são os requisitos dos novos tempos? A nova era trouxe muitas inovações, mas deve ter sido bem melhor no tempo de Romeu e Julieta, onde o único desconforto era as famílias rivais. Hoje esse desconforto ainda existe, somado ha muitos outros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8431097148835628344?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8431097148835628344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8431097148835628344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8431097148835628344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8431097148835628344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2010/05/novo-dia.html' title='Novo dia,,,'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8002372367454820968</id><published>2010-05-11T12:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T09:51:41.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida,</title><content type='html'>A Vida é um eterno aprendizado, todos os dias aprendemos a lhe dar com situações que acreditamos nunca iriam acontecer conosco, a cada dia vivemos e descobrimos coisas novas, aprendemos a suportar a dor, a angústia, a controlar o ódio, a se apegar nos pequenos momentos de felicidade e continuar a viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8002372367454820968?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8002372367454820968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8002372367454820968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8002372367454820968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8002372367454820968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2010/05/vida.html' title='A Vida,'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-4516476215243817289</id><published>2010-03-25T17:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:26:46.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quis dizer...</title><content type='html'>Eu quis dizer, voce nao quis escutas. Agora nao peça, nao me faça promessa. Eu nao quero te ver, nem quero acreditar, que vai ser diferente, que tudo mudou. Voce diz nao saber, o que ouve de errado, e o meu erro foi crer, que estar ao seu lado.......bastaria... ai meu Deus era tudo o que eu queria.... eu dizia seu nome, nao me abandone. Mesmo querendo eu nao vou me enganar, eu conheço os seus passos, eu vejo os seus erros, nao ha nada de novo, ainda somos iguais, entao nao me chame, nao olhe pra tras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-4516476215243817289?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4516476215243817289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=4516476215243817289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4516476215243817289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4516476215243817289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-quis-dizer.html' title='Eu quis dizer...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-4396522973746260425</id><published>2009-12-29T17:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:27:34.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a losing game... Amy .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SzpmLaBs2ZI/AAAAAAAAIbQ/alNmvgyKmuk/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420757447644862866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SzpmLaBs2ZI/AAAAAAAAIbQ/alNmvgyKmuk/s200/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Pra você eu fui um caso
O amor é um jogo de azar
Cinco andares se incendiaram quando você me amou
O amor é um jogo de azar
Como eu queria nunca ter jogado
Oh, que estrago nós fizemos
E agora o lance final
O amor é um jogo de azar.
Desgastado pela banda
O amor é uma aposta perdida
Mais do que eu poderia aguentar
O amor é uma aposta perdida
Declarado... intenso
Até o encanto se quebrar
... e notar que você é um jogador
O amor é uma aposta perdida
Apesar de estar bastante cega
O amor é um resignado destino
Lembranças denigrem minha mente
O amor é um resignado destino
Acima de inutéis expectativas
ridicularizado pelos deuses
e agora o lance final
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Por fora, tenho tantos anos que você nem acredita.! Por dentro, doze ou menos, e me acho mais bonita.! Por fora, óculos, algumas rugas, gordurinhas, prata nos tintos cabelos. Por dentro sou dourada, alma imaculada, corpo de modelo. Por fora, em aluviões, batem paixões contra o peito. Paixões por versos, pinturas, filosofia e amigos sem despeito. Por dentro, sei me cuidar, vivo a brincar, meio sem jeito. Não me derrota a tristeza, não me oprime a saudade, não me demoro padecente. !E é por viver contente que concluo sem demora: É a menina que vive por dentro, que alegra a mulher de fora"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Juan Lessan.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um viajante sem destino com o passado cheio de encontros e desencontros,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muitos momentos de amor e de ambição.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No mapa, suas vidas opostas, mas no destino um encontro sem respostas.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...E tudo acontece...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No jogo da vida suas cartas marcadas e unidas.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...E nunca os olhos da bela menina brilharam como antes.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Gizelle Carvalho 06.89]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-3624008913193552219?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3624008913193552219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=3624008913193552219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3624008913193552219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3624008913193552219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-jogo-da-vida.html' title='No Jogo da Vida...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8958726596020669475</id><published>2009-10-09T11:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:11:39.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou com saudade de voce, estou com saudade de mim....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8958726596020669475?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8958726596020669475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8958726596020669475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8958726596020669475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8958726596020669475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/10/estou-com-saudade-de-voce-estou-com.html' title='Estou com saudade de voce, estou com saudade de mim....'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-1765845303401882779</id><published>2009-08-09T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:38:06.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou escrever um livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-1765845303401882779?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1765845303401882779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=1765845303401882779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ninguem por quem bater forte. sofremos por ter encontrado alguem e bater muito forte. querer estar e querer ir. querer ficar e querer fugir. ter saudade e nao mais aguentar. sorrir e querer chorar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-7772756557834554259?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7772756557834554259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=7772756557834554259' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7772756557834554259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7772756557834554259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/07/coracao.html' title='Coração ???'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-3911802409651401807</id><published>2009-07-30T17:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:55:25.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada se sabe...</title><content type='html'>O que se sabe é que nada de sabe. e de incertezas vamos enchendo o coração. e o coração batendo mais forte  fica mais sentido. e acelerado fica a emoção.
E nada se sabe sobre o futuro e nao lembramos mais o passado. o que nos resta é viver o agora. e do agora nada se sabe.
A vida vai e vem, como as ondas de um mar se fim. esperar uma vida nao se sabe. esperar que volte pra mim o que o saber levou. Efim...
Sem nexo a vida continua, o mar continua, o coração - nem sempre.....continua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-3911802409651401807?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3911802409651401807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=3911802409651401807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3911802409651401807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3911802409651401807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/07/nada-se-sabe.html' title='Nada se sabe...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-5497955632520650765</id><published>2009-07-28T22:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:54:24.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É...</title><content type='html'>Entao é isso... a vida passa, o que foi feito ou vivido ou deixado de lado. Nunca se sabe o sentido da vida, nunca se descobre as respostas, nunca se sabe de nada. E do nada vamos vivendo, vamos seguindo, vamos aguardando a vida. Transformar insegurança em agressividade so nos leva ao sofrimento. Transformar a insegurança em abandono nos leva ao fracasso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-5497955632520650765?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5497955632520650765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=5497955632520650765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5497955632520650765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5497955632520650765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/07/e.html' title='É...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-3029972138003081405</id><published>2009-07-28T21:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:17:21.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas bolas de sorvete por favor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não há nada que me deixe mais frustrada do que pedir sorvete de sobremesa, contar os minutos até ele chegar e aí ver o garçom colocar na minha frente uma bolinha minúscula do meu sorvete preferido. Uma só. Quanto mais sofisticado o restaurante, menor a porção da sobremesa. Aí a vontade que dá é de passar numa loja de conveniência, comprar um litro de sorvete bem cremoso e saborear em casa com direito a repetir quantas vezes a gente quiser, sem pensar em calorias, boas maneiras ou moderação. O sorvete é só um exemplo do que tem sido nosso cotidiano. A vida anda cheia de meias porções,de prazeres meia-boca, de aventuras pela metade. A gente sai pra jantar, mas come pouco. Vai à festa de casamento, mas resiste aos bombons. Conquista a chamada liberdade sexual,mas tem que fingir que é difícil (a imensa maioria das mulheres continua com pavor de ser rotulada de 'fácil'). Adora tomar um banho demorado, mas se contém pra não desperdiçar os recursos do planeta. Quer beijar aquele cara 20 anos mais novo,mas tem medo de fazer papel ridículo. Tem vontade de ficar em casa vendo um DVD, esparramada no sofá,mas se obriga a ir malhar. E por aí vai. Tantos deveres, tanta preocupação em 'acertar', tanto empenho em passar na vida sem pegar recuperação... Aí a vida vai ficando sem tempero, politicamente correta e existencialmente sem-graça, enquanto a gente vai ficando melancolicamente sem tesão... Às vezes dá vontade de fazer tudo 'errado'. Deixar de lado a régua, o compasso, a bússola, a balança e os 10 mandamentos. Ser ridícula, inadequada, incoerente e não estar nem aí pro que dizem e o que pensam a nosso respeito. Recusar prazeres incompletos e meias porções. Até Santo Agostinho, que foi santo, uma vez se rebelou e disse uma frase mais ou menos assim: 'Deus, dai-me continência e castidade, mas não agora'... Nós, que não aspiramos à santidade e estamos aqui de passagem, podemos (devemos?) desejar várias bolas de sorvete, bombons de muitos sabores, vários beijos bem dados, a água batendo sem pressa no corpo, o coração saciado. Um dia a gente cria juízo. Um dia. Não tem que ser agora. Por isso, garçom, por favor, me traga: cinco bolas de sorvete de chocolate, um sofá pra eu ver 10 episódios do 'Law and Order', uma caixa de trufas bem macias e o Richard Gere, nu, embrulhado pra presente. OK? Não necessariamente nessa ordem. Depois a gente vê como é que faz pra consertar o estrago . . . [Danuza Leao]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-3029972138003081405?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3029972138003081405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=3029972138003081405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3029972138003081405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3029972138003081405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/07/duas-bolas-de-sorvete-por-favar.html' title='Duas bolas de sorvete por favor...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-5352097515494664970</id><published>2009-07-04T11:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:11:23.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É tudo novo de novo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vamos começar colocando um ponto final pelo menos já é um sinal de que tudo na vida tem fim. Vamos acordar hoje tem um sol diferente no céu gargalhando no seu carrossel gritando nada é tão triste assim. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É tudo novo de novo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Vamos nos jogar onde já caímos tudo novo de novo, vamos mergulhar do alto onde subimos vamos celebrar nossa própria maneira de ser essa luz que acabou de nascer quando aquela de trás apagou e vamos terminar inventando uma nova canção nem que seja uma outra versão  pra tentar entender que acabou. Mas é tudo novo de novo vamos nos jogar onde já caímos. Tudo novo de novo vamos mergulhar do alto onde subimos.[Paulinho Mosca]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-5352097515494664970?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5352097515494664970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=5352097515494664970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5352097515494664970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5352097515494664970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-tudo-novo-de-novo.html' title='É tudo novo de novo...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-4127677252786227520</id><published>2009-07-04T11:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:04:47.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POR TANTO AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;POR TANTO AMOR, POR TANTA EMOÇÃO A VIDA ME FEZ ASSIM, DOCE OU ATROZ, MANSO OU FEROZ, EU, CAÇADOR DE MIM, PRESO A CANÇÕES, ENTREGUE A PAIXÕES QUE NUNCA TIVERAM FIM, VOU ME ENCONTRAR LONGE DO MEU LUGAR, EU, CAÇADOR DE MIM, NADA A TEMER SENÃO O CORRER DA LUTA, NADA A FAZER SENÃO ESQUECER O MEDO, ABRIR O PEITO À FORÇA, NUMA PROCURA, FUGIR ÀS ARMADILHAS DA MATA ESCURA, LONGE SE VAI, SONHANDO DEMAIS MAS QUANDO SE CHEGA ASSIM, VOU DESCOBRIR O QUE ME FAZ SENTIR,  EU, CAÇADOR DE MIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-4127677252786227520?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4127677252786227520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=4127677252786227520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4127677252786227520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4127677252786227520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-tanto-amor.html' title='POR TANTO AMOR...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8443146906171724449</id><published>2009-06-28T17:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:05:39.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se tu me esqueces...</title><content type='html'>...Se a pouco e pouco deixas de amar-me, deixarei de amar-te a pouco e pouco. Se de repente me esqueceres, não me procures, que já te haverei esquecido.
Se consideras longo e louco o vento de bandeiras que percorre a minha vida e decidires deixar-me à margem do coração em que tenho raízes, pensa que nesse dia, nessa hora, levantarei os braços e as minhas raízes irão procurar outra terra.
Mas se em cada dia, em cada hora, sentes que a mim estás destinado com doçura implacável. Se cada dia em teus lábios nasce uma flor que me procura, ai, meu amor, ai, minha vida, todo esse fogo em mim se renova, em mim nada se apaga nem se esquece, o meu amor do teu amor se nutre, amado, e enquanto viveres continuará nos teus braços sem abandonar os meus. [Pablo Neruda]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8443146906171724449?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8443146906171724449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8443146906171724449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8443146906171724449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8443146906171724449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/se-tu-me-esqueces.html' title='Se tu me esqueces...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-1922751879986619179</id><published>2009-06-15T20:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:45:03.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'>M E T A D E !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho não me impeça de ver o que anseio. Que a morte de tudo em que acredito não me tape os ouvidos e a boca. Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito, a outra metade é silêncio. Que a música que ouço ao longe seja linda ainda que tristeza. Que o homem que amo seja pra sempre amado mesmo que distante. Porque metade de mim é partida, a outra metade é saudade. Que as palavras que falo não sejam ouvidas como prece nem repetidas com fervor, apenas respeitadas. Como a única coisa que resta a uma mulher inundada de sentimentos. Porque metade de mim é o que ouço, a outra metade é o que calo. Que a minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na calma e paz que mereço. Que a tensão que me corrói por dentro seja um dia recompensada. Porque metade de mim é o que penso, a outra metade um vulcão. Que o medo da solidão se afaste e o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável. Que o espelho reflita meu rosto num doce sorriso que me lembro ter dado na infância. Porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui, a outra metade não sei. Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria pra me fazer aquietar o espírito. E que o seu silêncio me fale cada vez mais. Porque metade de mim é abrigo, a outra metade é cansaço. Que a arte me aponte uma resposta mesmo que ela mesma não saiba e que ninguém a tente complicar, pois é preciso simplicidade pra fazê-la florescer. Porque metade de mim é platéia a outra metade é canção. Que a minha loucura seja perdoada porque metade de mim é amore a outra metade também.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [Ferreira Gullar / &lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Oswaldo_Montenegro/"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-1922751879986619179?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1922751879986619179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=1922751879986619179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1922751879986619179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1922751879986619179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/m-e-t-d-e.html' title='M E T A D E !!!'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-603821347151489553</id><published>2009-06-15T20:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:23:13.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É só isso, não tem mais jeito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só isso, não tem mais jeito acabou, boa sorte, não tenho o que dizer são só palavras e o que eu sinto não mudará. Tudo o que quer me dar é demais é pesado não há paz.  Tudo o que quer de mimi rreais expectativas desleais.  That's it. There is no way. It's over, Good luck. I have nothing left to say. It's only words. And what l feel. Won't change. Everything you want to give me. It too much. It's heavy. There is no peace. All you want from me. Isn't real. Expectations.  Mesmo, se segure, quero que se cure dessa pessoa que o aconselha. Há um desencontro, veja por esse ponto há tantas pessoas especiais. Now even if you hold yourself. I want you to get cured. From this person. Who poisoned you. There is a disconnection. See through this point of view. There are so many special people in the world, so many special people in the world. All you want. Now we're Falling into the night. Um bom encontro é de dois. [Vanessa da Mata] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-603821347151489553?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/603821347151489553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=603821347151489553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/603821347151489553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/603821347151489553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-so-isso-nao-tem-mais-jeito.html' title='É só isso, não tem mais jeito...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-695914969460712293</id><published>2009-06-15T20:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:14:05.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostar de Alguem !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como pode ser gostar de alguém e esse tal alguém não ser seu, fico desejando nós gastando o mar, pôr do sol, postal, mais ninguém, peço tanto a Deus para esquecer mas só de pedir me lembro, minha linda flor meu jasmim será, meus melhores beijos serão seus, sinto que você é ligado a mim sempre que estou indo, volto atrás estou entregue a ponto de estar sempre só, esperando um sim ou nunca mais. É tanta graça lá fora passa o tempo sem você, mas pode sim ser sim amado e tudo acontecer, sinto absoluto o dom de existir, não há solidão, nem pena nessa doação, milagres do amor sinto uma extensão divina. É tanta graça lá fora passa o tempo sem você, mas pode sim ser sim amado e tudo acontecer. Quero dançar com você, dançar com você, quero dançar com você, dançar com você...[Vanessa da Mata]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-695914969460712293?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/695914969460712293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=695914969460712293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/695914969460712293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/695914969460712293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/gostar-de-alguem.html' title='Gostar de Alguem !!!'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-4239921870881686191</id><published>2009-06-13T11:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:09:10.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu me sinto um estrangeiro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre um rosto e um retrato, o real e o abstrato, entre a loucura e a lucidez, entre o uniforme e a nudez, entre o fim do mundo e o fim do mês, entre a verdade e o rock inglês, entre os outros e vocês. Eu me sinto um estrangeiro, passageiro de algum trem, que não passa por aqui, que não passa de ilusão. Entre mortos e feridos, entre gritos e gemidos, a mentira e a verdade, a solidão e a cidade, entre um copo e outro da mesma bebida, entre tantos corpos com a mesma ferida. Entre Aamericanos e Soviéticos, Gregos e Troianos e entra ano e sai ano sempre os mesmos planos, entre a minha boca e a tua há tanto tempo, há tantos planos mas eu nunca sei pra onde vamos,Eu me sinto um estrangeiro Passageiro de algum trem Que não passa por aqui Que não passa de ilusão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-4239921870881686191?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4239921870881686191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=4239921870881686191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4239921870881686191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4239921870881686191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-me-sinto-um-estrangeiro.html' title='Eu me sinto um estrangeiro...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8532669295109379168</id><published>2009-06-12T17:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:26:46.067-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que? Amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que amor é esse que foi tão falso e ao mesmo tempo verdadeiro. Que foi mais um e ao mesmo tempo é o primeiro. Que amor estranho existe no teu coração. Que amor é esse que foi tão breve e ao mesmo tempo tão profundo. Que fez de mim o ser mais livre desse mundo, intimidade que acabou em solidão. Que amor é esse que me suplica, me procura e me rejeita. Minha dóze de loucura mais perfeita, promete tudo e nunca faz o que falou. Que amor é esse, que droga é essa que domina meus sentidos, nos encontramos e ficamos mais perdidos. E sem nós dois eu não encontro a solução. Que amor é esse que é capaz de até morrer. Por mim como é que pode ser tão puro e tao vulgar assim, que me faz bem e me faz mal, Como é que eu sou capaz, de te odiar e te querer cada vez mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8532669295109379168?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8532669295109379168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8532669295109379168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8532669295109379168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8532669295109379168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-que-amor.html' title='O que? Amor?'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-2851553180821966046</id><published>2009-06-12T16:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:50:24.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'>kkkkkkkkkk......</title><content type='html'>Ahh, eu vim aqui amor...Só pra me despedir e as últimas palavras desse nosso amor você vai ter que ouvir. Me perdi de tanto amor Ah, eu enlouqueci ninguém podia amar assim e eu amei e devo confessar aí foi que eu errei. Vou te olhar mais uma vez na hora de dizer adeus. Vou chorar mais uma vez quando olhar nos olhos seus nos olhos seus...  E tudo passa, tudo passará, e nada fica, nada ficará... kkkkkkk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-2851553180821966046?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2851553180821966046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=2851553180821966046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2851553180821966046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2851553180821966046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/kkkkkkkkkk.html' title='kkkkkkkkkk......'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-5436859842712999804</id><published>2009-06-10T19:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:36:53.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>John Lennon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quando fizeres algo nobre e belo e ninguém notar, não fique triste. Pois o sol toda manhã faz um lindo espetáculo e no entanto, a maioria da platéia ainda dorme... (John Lennon) 
"A vida é aquilo que acontece enquanto fazemos planos para o futuro". (John Lennon) 
Você pode dizer que sou um sonhador mas eu não sou o único eu espero que algum dia você junte-se a nós e o mundo viverá como um só. (John Lennon) 
Eu quero dinheiro apenas para ser rico. (John Lennon) 
O trabalho não justifica a existência. A gente trabalha para existir e vice-versa. (John Lennon) 
É uma falta de responsabilidade esperarmos que alguém faça as coisas por nós. (John Lennon)   
Amo a liberdade, por isso deixo as coisas que amo livres ...Se elas voltarem é porque as conquistei. Se não voltarem é porque nunca as possuí. (John Lennon) 
Amo a liberdade, por isso... deixo as coisas que amo livres, se elas voltarem é porque as conquistei, se não voltarem é porque nunca as tive. (John Lennon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-5436859842712999804?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5436859842712999804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=5436859842712999804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5436859842712999804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5436859842712999804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/john-lennon.html' title='John Lennon...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-2761289227737924244</id><published>2009-06-09T19:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:47:46.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só mais um pouquinho... Roberto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem mesmo tantos mistérios. Ocultos entre o céu e a Terra. Que a gente às vezes se aprofunda tentando explicar. Como é possível que eu tenha o poder de entender. Tanta coisa que vem de você. E antes que eu diga alguma coisa. Você diz justamente o que eu tinha pra dizer. E tanto a gente se adivinha. Que às vezes eu fico pensando. Que a gente já se conhecia e se achou outra vez. Como é possível saber qual o gosto, o perfume. Dos beijos antes de beijar. E quando eu fico triste ou precupado. Você sente na pele. Não adianta disfarçar. Seu rosto me faz sentir Saudades do que não sei. Seus olhos me falam de coisas. Que eu tenho certeza que já escutei. De onde eu te conheci. Será que eu já te amei. Só sei que vibra nos seus braços. Uma antiga e tão linda canção de amor.      [Roberto Carlos]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-2761289227737924244?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2761289227737924244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=2761289227737924244' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2761289227737924244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2761289227737924244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-mais-um-pouquinho-roberto.html' title='Só mais um pouquinho... Roberto.'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-9169362606524994621</id><published>2009-06-09T19:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:29:28.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fecho os olhos e lembro de voce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Fecho os olhos pra não ver passar o tempo. Sinto falta de você. Anjo bom, amor perfeito no meu peito. Sem você não sei viver. Vem, que eu conto os dias. Conto as horas pra ter ver. Eu não consigo te esquecer. Cada minuto é muito tempo sem você, sem você. Os segundos vão passando lentamente. Não tem hora pra chegar. Até quando te querendo, te amando. Coração quer te encontrar. Vem, que nos seus braços esse amor é uma canção. E eu não consigo te esquecer. Cada minuto é muito tempo sem você, sem você. Eu não vou saber me acostumar. Sem sua mão pra me acalmar. Sem seu olhar pra me entender. Sem seu carinho, amor, sem você. Vem me tirar da solidão. Fazer feliz meu coração. Já não importa quem errou. O que passou, passou, então vem, vem...                                                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para sempre Roberto...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-9169362606524994621?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/9169362606524994621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=9169362606524994621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/9169362606524994621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/9169362606524994621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/fecho-os-olhos-e-lembro-de-voce.html' title='Fecho os olhos e lembro de voce...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-1408217435451700373</id><published>2009-06-09T19:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:21:40.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sempre Roberto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ontem fui ao show de Roberto Carlos, e o mais impressionante é como ele continua sendo o Rei dos Amores e dos Amantes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vou cavalgar por toda a noite. Por uma estrada colorida. Usar meus beijos como açoite. E a minha mão mais atrevida. Vou me agarrar aos seus cabelos. Pra não cair do seu galope. Vou atender aos meus apelos. Antes que o dia nos sufoque. Vou me perder de madrugada. Pra te encontrar no meu abraço. Depois de toda a cavalgada. Vou me deitar no seu cansaço. Sem me importar se nesse instante. Sou dominado ou se domino. Vou me sentir como um gigante. Ou nada mais do que um menino. Estrelas mudam de lugar. Chegam mais perto só pra ver. E ainda brilham de manhã. Depois do nosso adormecer.E na grandeza desse instante. O amor cavalga sem saber.E na beleza dessa hora.O sol espera pra nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-1408217435451700373?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1408217435451700373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=1408217435451700373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1408217435451700373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1408217435451700373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-sempre-roberto.html' title='Para sempre Roberto...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-6810929802130741644</id><published>2009-05-24T23:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:38:35.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tao antiga e tao atual !!!</title><content type='html'>Em que praia abandonada eu te achei, em que beira de estrada te deixei, em que ano te conhecí, em que férias te perdi.
Logo na primeira tarde eu te amei, logo na manha seguinte te odiei, pelas ruas da cidade eu te seguí, mas com a forte tempestade eu te perdí.
Pra tao longe esse caminho conduziu... e levou... levou...
Voce foi um passarinho que fugiu... e voou... e voou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-6810929802130741644?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6810929802130741644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=6810929802130741644' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/6810929802130741644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/6810929802130741644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/tao-antiga-e-tao-atual.html' title='Tao antiga e tao atual !!!'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-6916048682990209492</id><published>2009-05-24T20:54:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:15:47.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feitiço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/ShnehnSFjfI/AAAAAAAAGFw/IoTmANpgOiw/s1600-h/aquilq-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339543502286327282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/ShnehnSFjfI/AAAAAAAAGFw/IoTmANpgOiw/s200/aquilq-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seu rosto esta cançado, somente por ti avistar de uma tão grande distância...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo bela parece exausta, da procura por um instante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem saber sobre a espera, continua com o olhar no infinito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;À espera por um amado, que talvez nem sinta isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vai ser longa a sua espera, que noite e dia nao tem fim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A ilusão é uma tormenta, a solidão um vazio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cura é um grande desafio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O preço que ela vai ter que pagar pra esquecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas o tempo é um remédio implacável,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E para os seus olhos já cançados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ficam as marcas de um tempo perdido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas de uma vida para se viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Felicidade é feita de momentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os amores são eternos até acabarem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As emoções são cavalos selvagens indomáveis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o viver é o agora e nao o mais tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Gizelle Carvalho-24.05.09]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Poema sem rima, mas do coração]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou forte e tenaz, desenvolta, impulsiva,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Carinhosa, amorosa, companheira e amiga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um pouco consumista sim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infeliz... !!!   JAMAIS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-5413825634047956783?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5413825634047956783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=5413825634047956783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5413825634047956783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5413825634047956783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/euzinha.html' title='Euzinha...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-430022142070784811</id><published>2009-05-22T09:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:00:20.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa no campo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"  Projeto  de  vida  "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/Shahj2p7R3I/AAAAAAAAGEM/K9oHsNUhEu4/s1600-h/chale2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338632045633161074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/Shahj2p7R3I/AAAAAAAAGEM/K9oHsNUhEu4/s400/chale2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-430022142070784811?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/430022142070784811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=430022142070784811' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/430022142070784811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/430022142070784811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/casa-no-campo.html' title='Casa no campo...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/Shahj2p7R3I/AAAAAAAAGEM/K9oHsNUhEu4/s72-c/chale2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-3226111925052138180</id><published>2009-05-22T09:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:58:04.417-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Projeto de vida "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/ShagqVJgy9I/AAAAAAAAGEE/Xu7XbY0t6HY/s1600-h/europa+875-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338631057386294226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/ShagqVJgy9I/AAAAAAAAGEE/Xu7XbY0t6HY/s400/europa+875-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-3226111925052138180?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3226111925052138180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=3226111925052138180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3226111925052138180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3226111925052138180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/paris.html' title='Paris...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/ShagqVJgy9I/AAAAAAAAGEE/Xu7XbY0t6HY/s72-c/europa+875-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-4701077377843295046</id><published>2009-05-21T17:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:36:49.647-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/ShW6S0JxRDI/AAAAAAAAF8A/AhKs13DNHy4/s1600-h/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338377765717623858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/ShW6S0JxRDI/AAAAAAAAF8A/AhKs13DNHy4/s400/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô relendo minha lida, minha alma, meus amores, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô revendo minha vida, minha luta, meus valores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refazendo minhas forças, minha fonte, meus favores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô regando minhas folhas, minhas faces, minhas flores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô limpando minha casa, minha cama, meu quartinho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô soprando minha brasa, minha brisa, meu anjinho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô bebendo minhas culpas, meu veneno, meu vinho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrevendo minhas cartas, meu começo, meu caminho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou podando meu jardim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou cuidando bem de mim !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-4701077377843295046?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4701077377843295046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=4701077377843295046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4701077377843295046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4701077377843295046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/minha-vida.html' title='Minha vida...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/ShW6S0JxRDI/AAAAAAAAF8A/AhKs13DNHy4/s72-c/a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-5819571935113240702</id><published>2009-05-19T18:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:55:49.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/ShMogOHfYUI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/aROA5calsUI/s1600-h/a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337654517374607682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/ShMogOHfYUI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/aROA5calsUI/s400/a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vem, e trás contigo o sabor do vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Deixa o gosto da manhã na minha boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E o cheiro da natureza na minha pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vem, e leva os desencontros da alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As angústia da vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E falta de compreensão do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero a tua paz, o teu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero voce para sempre ao meu lado, pra me zelar e iluminar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Como guia, leva meus passos para o paraíso, e cante para que eu possa me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;entorpecer de harmonia. Te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-5819571935113240702?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5819571935113240702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=5819571935113240702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5819571935113240702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/5819571935113240702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/anjo.html' title='Anjo...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/ShMogOHfYUI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/aROA5calsUI/s72-c/a7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-890152188509371738</id><published>2009-05-11T18:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:35:50.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo que eu quiser, o Cara lá de cima vai me dar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334681232911174066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SgiYUSWdCbI/AAAAAAAAF7A/XZouxlCpRHc/s200/luar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo pode ser...Se quiser será...O sonho sempre vem,Pra quem sonhar...Tudo pode ser...Só basta acreditar...Tudo que tiver que ser, será...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo que eu fizer... Eu vou tentar melhor do que já fiz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; esteja o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SgiYb0Fv5OI/AAAAAAAAF7I/B4pd1yIGYRo/s1600-h/luar9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334681362226996450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SgiYb0Fv5OI/AAAAAAAAF7I/B4pd1yIGYRo/s200/luar9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meu destino, onde estiver...Eu vou buscar a sorte e ser feliz. Tudo que eu quiser, o cara lá de cima vai me dar...Me dar toda coragem que puder...E não me faltem forças pra lutar...Vamos com você, nós somos invencíveis...Pode crer...Todos somos um e juntos não existe mal nenhum...Vamos com você, nós somos invencíveis...Pode crer...O sonho esta no ar... O amor me faz cantar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lua de cristal, que me faz sonhar...Faz de mim estrela que eu já sei brilhar...Lua de cristal, nova de paixão...Faz da minha vida, cheia de emoção... Tudo que eu fizer... Eu vou tentar melhor do que já fiz, esteja o meu destino, onde estiver...Eu vou buscar a sorte e ser feliz. Tudo que eu quiser, o cara lá de cima vai me dar...Me dar toda coragem que puder...Que não me faltem forças pra lutar...Vamos com você, nós somos invencíveis...Pode crer...Todos somos um e juntos não existe mal nenhum...Vamos com você, nós somos invencíveis...Pode crer...O sonho esta no ar... O amor me faz cantar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lua de cristal, que me faz sonhar...Faz de mim estrela que eu já sei brilhar...Lua de cristal, nova de paixão...Faz da minha vida, cheia de emoção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EU TE DESEJO UM FELIZ ANIVERSARIO PORQUE EU TE AMO DE MAIS...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EU TE DESEJO UM FELIZ ANIVERSARIO PORQUE EU TE AMO CADA VEZ MAIS...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-88733840463010277?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/88733840463010277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=88733840463010277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/88733840463010277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/88733840463010277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-15-vou-pro-planeta-diario-quem-vai.html' title='Dia 15 vou pro Planeta Diário, quem vai???'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SghG8Of4X9I/AAAAAAAAF64/ayd806DVB1A/s72-c/gi888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-7760965614648854478</id><published>2009-05-08T18:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:19:12.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SgSo0D203wI/AAAAAAAAF6w/RTUUqGJ0eW8/s1600-h/Eu-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333573471055437570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SgSo0D203wI/AAAAAAAAF6w/RTUUqGJ0eW8/s200/Eu-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Quando o sol bater na janela do meu quarto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Lembra e vê, que o caminho é um só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-7760965614648854478?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7760965614648854478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=7760965614648854478' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7760965614648854478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7760965614648854478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-sol.html' title='O Sol...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SgSo0D203wI/AAAAAAAAF6w/RTUUqGJ0eW8/s72-c/Eu-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8421093910619829472</id><published>2009-05-05T13:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:11:37.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vento, ventania me leva para qualquer lugar,,, me leva sem destino, pra bem longe de voce......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8421093910619829472?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8421093910619829472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8421093910619829472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8421093910619829472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8421093910619829472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/vento-ventania-me-leva-para-qualquer.html' title=''/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-1438142418650087313</id><published>2009-05-05T12:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:17:12.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nao acredito.</title><content type='html'>Acredito que o sofrimento engrandece a alma,,, mas ta doendo muito.   Acredito que a vida tem seus altos e baixos,,, mas nao tenho mais forças pra subir tantas vezes.  Acredito que todos tem uma metade da laranja,,, mas de tanto procurar to com a boca murcha.  Acredito que em mais nada posso acreditar,,, mas tenho que continuar a viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-1438142418650087313?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1438142418650087313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=1438142418650087313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1438142418650087313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1438142418650087313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-acredito.html' title='Nao acredito.'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-4359682317114338530</id><published>2009-05-04T20:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:59:44.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo sem sentido!!!</title><content type='html'>Nao, eu nao acredito que eu tenha te perdido. Nao, eu nao acredito que eu tenha me iludido. Nao, eu nao acredito em tudo o que foi dito. Nao, eu nao acredito que foi tudo. TUDO SEM SENTIDO.[G.C.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-4359682317114338530?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4359682317114338530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=4359682317114338530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4359682317114338530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4359682317114338530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/tudo-sem-sentido.html' title='Tudo sem sentido!!!'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-7130532463400578741</id><published>2009-05-04T19:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:02:41.052-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te amo???</title><content type='html'>Ah, se já perdemos a noção da hora. Se juntos já jogamos tudo fora. Me conta agora como hei de partir. Se, ao te conhecer, dei pra sonhar, fiz tantos desvarios. Rompi com o mundo, queimei meus navios. Me diz pra onde é que inda posso ir. Se nós, nas travessuras das noites eternas. Já confundimos tanto as nossas pernas. Diz com que pernas eu devo seguir. Se entornaste a nossa sorte pelo chão. Se na bagunça do teu coração. Meu sangue errou de veia e se perdeu. Como, se na desordem do armário embutido. Meu paletó enlaça o teu vestido. E o meu sapato inda pisa no teu. Como, se nos amamos feito dois pagãos. Teus seios inda estão nas minhas mãos. Me explica com que cara eu vou sair. Não, acho que estás se fazendo de tonta. Te dei meus olhos pra tomares conta. Agora conta como hei de partir.[Chico Buarque]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-7130532463400578741?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7130532463400578741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=7130532463400578741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7130532463400578741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7130532463400578741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-te-amo.html' title='Eu te amo???'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-2288073806254533084</id><published>2009-04-30T17:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:01:34.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases...</title><content type='html'>“O desejo é a metade da vida, a indiferença é a metade da morte”[G.K.G.]



"Em cada um de nós há um segredo, uma paisagem interior com planícies invioláveis, vales de silêncio e paraísos secretos. "[A.S-E.]



" Só se vê bem com o coração.O essencial é invisível para os olhos."[A.S-E.]




&lt;p&gt;" Aqueles que passam por nós, não vão sós, não nos deixam sós. Deixam um pouco de si, levam um pouco de nós."[A.S-E.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"E, se a paixão há de ser provisória, que seja louca e linda a nossa história."[B.L.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir, de entrar em contato...Ou toca, ou não toca".[C.L.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sou o que quero ser, porque possuo apenas uma vida, e nela só tenho uma chance de fazer o que quero. Tenho felicidade o bastante para fazê-la doce, dificuldades para fazê-la forte,tristeza para fazê-la humana e esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz. As pessoas mais felizes não tem as melhores coisas, elas sabem fazer o melhor das oportunidades que aparecem em seus caminhos"[C.L.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sou como voce me vê. Posso ser leve como uma brisa, ou forte como uma ventania, depende de quando, e como voce me vê passar" ![C.L.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Amar é querer estar perto, se longe; e mais perto, se perto." [V.deM.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" A vida começa todos os dias ."[E.V.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-2288073806254533084?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2288073806254533084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=2288073806254533084' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2288073806254533084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2288073806254533084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/frases.html' title='Frases...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-2882985832754422038</id><published>2009-04-29T17:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:39:16.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida...!!!</title><content type='html'>Renda-se, como eu me rendi. Mergulhe no que você não conhece como eu mergulhei. Não se preocupe em entender, viver ultrapassa qualquer entendimento.[C.L]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-2882985832754422038?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2882985832754422038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=2882985832754422038' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2882985832754422038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/2882985832754422038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/vida.html' title='A vida...!!!'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-47476007555729492</id><published>2009-04-29T12:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:19:56.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Altos e baixos.</title><content type='html'>Amar demais, sofrer demais, sorrir demais,,,, essas variáveis de sentimento me deixam cançada, queria ser media.... media no amor, na dor, na vida....  Como manter a adrenalina estável? Como nao ter esses rompantes de sentimento? bons ou ruins? Viver assim dói. Em um momento quer viajar correr o mundo de felicidade, em outro quer que tudo se acabe, meses altos e baixos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-47476007555729492?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/47476007555729492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=47476007555729492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/47476007555729492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/47476007555729492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/altos-e-baixos.html' title='Altos e baixos.'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-1408490545321783482</id><published>2009-04-27T18:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:56:01.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nao lamento nada !!!</title><content type='html'>Não! Nada de nada...Não! Eu não lamento nada... Nem o bem que me fizeram. Nem o mal - isso tudo me é igual! Não, nada de nada... Não! Eu não lamento nada... Está pago, varrido, esquecido. Não me importa o passado! Com minhas lembranças acendi o fogo. Minhas mágoas, meus prazeres. Não preciso mais deles! Varridos os amores e todos os seus tremores. Varridos para sempre Recomeço do zero. Não! Nada de nada... Não! Não lamento nada...! Nem o bem que me fizeram. Nem o mal, isso tudo me é bem igual! [Edith Piaf]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-1408490545321783482?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1408490545321783482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=1408490545321783482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1408490545321783482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1408490545321783482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-lamento-nada.html' title='Nao lamento nada !!!'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-915503508192790591</id><published>2009-04-27T18:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:47:05.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinte e poucos anos...</title><content type='html'>Ontem ainda, eu tinha vinte anos. Acariciava o tempo e brincava de viver. Como se brinca de namorar e vivia a noite. Sem considerar meus dias, que escorriam no tempo. Fiz tantos projetos que ficaram no ar. Alimentei tantas esperanças que bateram asas. Que permaneço perdido sem saber aonde ir. Os olhos procurando o Céu mas, o coração posto na Terra. Ontem ainda eu tinha vinte anos. Desperdiçava o tempo acreditando que o fazia parar. E para retê-lo, e até ultrapassá-lo . Só fiz correr e me esfalfar ignorando o passado. Que conduz ao futuro. Precedida da palavra "eu" qualquer conversação. E opinava que eu queria o melhor. Por criticar o mundo com desenvoltura. Ontem ainda eu tinha vinte anos. Mas perdi meu tempo a cometer loucuras. O que não me deixa, no fundo. Nada e realmente concreto. Além de algumas rugas na fronte. E o medo do tédio. Porque meus amores morreram antes de existir. Meus amigos partiram e não mais retornarão. Por minha culpa criei o vazio em torno a mim. E gastei minha vida e meus anos de juventude. Do melhor e do pior, descartando o melhor. Imobilizei meus sorrisos e congelei meus choros. Onde estão agora, meus vinte anos? [Charle Aznavour]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-915503508192790591?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/915503508192790591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=915503508192790591' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/915503508192790591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/915503508192790591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/vinte-e-poucos-anos.html' title='Vinte e poucos anos...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8878370554669525356</id><published>2009-04-27T18:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:29:16.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela !!!</title><content type='html'>Ela pode ser o rosto que não consigo esquecer. Um traço de prazer ou arrependimento. Pode ser o tesouro ou o preço que tenho que pagar. Ela pode ser a canção que o verão canta. Pode ser o arrepio que o outono traz. Pode ser as centenas de coisas diferentes que acontecem em um dia. Ela pode ser a bela ou a fera.  Pode ser a fome ou a ceia. Pode se transformar todo dia em  céu ou inferno. Ela pode ser o espelho. Um sorriso refletido em uma correnteza. Ela pode não ser o que parece. Dentro de sua casca. Ela que sempre parece feliz na multidão. Cujos olhos podem ser tão reservados e tão orgulhosos. Ninguém pode vê-los quando eles choram. Ela pode ser o amor que não vai durar. Pode vir a mim de sombras do passado. Que eu lembro até o dia que morrer. Ela pode ser a razão pela qual eu sobrevivo. O porque de eu estar vivo. A pessoa com quem me preocuparei nos anos difíceis e chuvosos. Eu, levarei seu sorriso e suas lágrimas. E fazer deles minhas lembranças. Por que onde ela for, eu tenho que estar. O sentido de minha vida é ela, ela, ela...[Charles Aznavour]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8878370554669525356?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8878370554669525356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8878370554669525356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8878370554669525356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8878370554669525356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/ela.html' title='Ela !!!'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-4299427693636969912</id><published>2009-04-20T17:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:44:57.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto do dia!!!</title><content type='html'>Hoje aconteceu algo interessante, com a alma calada, resolvi colocar em exibição uma foto minha sem risos, pasmem, nao encontrei, foi assim que vi uma vida toda passar, transformando momentos de angustia em aprendizado, e levando a vida, sorrindo pra ela, e para os percalços do caminho, tropeçando mas seguindo em frente. Vou lembrar desse momento como um tempo de reflexao, onde nao se pode ser nem querer tudo. E tudo pode ser muito ou quase nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-4299427693636969912?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4299427693636969912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=4299427693636969912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4299427693636969912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/4299427693636969912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/foto-do-dia.html' title='Foto do dia!!!'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-7587773102387550426</id><published>2009-04-20T11:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:53:58.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolorido...</title><content type='html'>Minha vida é embalada com musicas, de desamor, de desencanto, de dor.  Minha alma é acalentada por sonhos, que nunca virao por serem ilusoes.  Meus olhos faíscam e nebulam, por piscares de mágoas.  Minhas maos tremem tentando escrever o sinto, o coração acelera, e sinto nas veias seu pulsar descompensado, e nada é escrito, ou falado, por nao ter esse dom de transformar a emocao em palavras, elas se envaem como o brilho pálido do meu rosto, o nao soar do meu riso, os meu poros machucados. [Gizelle Carvalho-20.04.09]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-7587773102387550426?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7587773102387550426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=7587773102387550426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7587773102387550426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7587773102387550426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/dolorido.html' title='Dolorido...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-7114214225745084138</id><published>2009-04-20T11:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:41:32.754-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentira...</title><content type='html'>Tinha ca pra mim, que agora sim eu vivia enfim um grande amor, mentira.  Me atirei assim do trampolim, fui ate o fim um amador...Hoje eu tenho apenas uma pedra no meu peito, nao sou mais uma sonhadora...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-7114214225745084138?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/7114214225745084138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=7114214225745084138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7114214225745084138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/7114214225745084138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/mentira.html' title='Mentira...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8401200025217837162</id><published>2009-04-08T20:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:44:11.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria ser uma bruxa...</title><content type='html'>Azuis, vermelhas, brancas flores Pintando o cerro dos meus olhares. Fossem linda garoa em cores. Molhando a tarde de ares solares. Chamam você, bem. Não fique aí. Vem molhar meu beijo, te beijo também. Maga magia de lua luzia a noite virando dia. Água na boca secando na louca chuva de bruxaria. Hoje você vem, dizia. Hoje você vem, dizia. De cada ponta de folhagem. Cai uma gota dos nossos banhos. Fada, samambaia, miragem. Doces varandas, sonhos estranhos. O que a beleza puser na mesa. Beba sem medo, vem da natureza. [Victor e Leo]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8401200025217837162?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8401200025217837162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8401200025217837162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8401200025217837162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8401200025217837162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/queria-ser-uma-bruxa.html' title='Queria ser uma bruxa...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-9075850149440284716</id><published>2009-04-08T20:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:37:17.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpo e Alma</title><content type='html'>Corpo pesado das dores do tempo, um véu sentimento de tao pouco encanto.  Corpo sofrido de duras palavras, sem viço, sem armas, contra o mau do mundo.  Corpo com mágoas de anos a fio, à procura hostíl de um sonho encantado.  Corpo cheio de feias mazelas, que o tempo espera pra sucumbir com a areia.  Corpo esquecido vai viver, com o brilho dos olhos faz crer, que o que é importante é a alma encontrada e transparente. E como o mundo se vê pelos olhos... E como os olhos é o espelho da alma... Equecam o corpo que de nada adianta tanto peso, pra tamanho amor. [Gizelle Carvalho.08.04.09]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-9075850149440284716?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/9075850149440284716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=9075850149440284716' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/9075850149440284716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/9075850149440284716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/corpo-e-alma.html' title='Corpo e Alma'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-44446343001648132</id><published>2009-04-08T19:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:11:18.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Morreu como? -Nao sei, seu coração sangrou- Ah.. era uma romantica. !!!</title><content type='html'>Eu sou o brilho dos teus olhos ao me olhar. Sou o teu sorriso ao ganhar um beijo meu. Eu sou teu corpo inteiro a se arrepiar. Quando em meus braços você se acolheu. Eu sou o teu segredo mais oculto. Teu desejo mais profundo, o teu querer. Tua fome de prazer sem disfarçar. Sou a fonte de alegria, sou o teu sonhar. Eu sou a tua sombra, eu sou teu guia. Sou o teu luar em plena luz do dia. Sou tua pele, proteção, sou o teu calor. Eu sou teu cheiro a perfumar o nosso amor. Eu sou tua saudade reprimida. Sou o teu sangrar ao ver minha partida. Sou o teu peito a apelar, gritar de dor. Ao se ver ainda mais distante do meu amor.  Sou teu ego, tua alma. Sou teu céu, o teu inferno a tua calma. Eu sou teu tudo, sou teu nada. Minha pequena, és minha amada. Eu sou o teu mundo, sou teu poder. Sou tua vida, sou meu eu em você. [Victor e Leo].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-44446343001648132?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/44446343001648132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=44446343001648132' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/44446343001648132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/44446343001648132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/morreu-como-nao-sei-seu-coracao-sangrou.html' title='Morreu como? -Nao sei, seu coração sangrou- Ah.. era uma romantica. !!!'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-56894306062078650</id><published>2009-04-08T19:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:49:30.577-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues is bluuue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4OXrmxDp44"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4OXrmxDp44&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-56894306062078650?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/56894306062078650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=56894306062078650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/56894306062078650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/56894306062078650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/blues-is-bluuue.html' title='Blues is bluuue...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-6292189880907444830</id><published>2009-03-03T11:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:04:29.861-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voce foi saindo mim....</title><content type='html'>Você foi saindo de mim com palavras tão leves de uma forma tão branda de quem partiu alegre
Você foi saindo de mim com sorriso impune como se toda faca não tivesse dois gumes
Você foi saindo de mim devagar e pra sempre de uma forma sincera definitivamente
Você foi saindo de mim por todos os meus poros e ainda está saindo nas vezes em que choro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-6292189880907444830?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6292189880907444830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=6292189880907444830' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/6292189880907444830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/6292189880907444830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/03/voce-foi-saindo-mim.html' title='Voce foi saindo mim....'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-3463362884653846085</id><published>2009-03-02T01:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:07:15.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ponto final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-3463362884653846085?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3463362884653846085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=3463362884653846085' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3463362884653846085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3463362884653846085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/03/ponto-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8104329524590674926</id><published>2009-03-02T01:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:06:51.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Certeza,</title><content type='html'>So existe uma certeza na vida, tudo tem começo, meio e fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8104329524590674926?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8104329524590674926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8104329524590674926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8104329524590674926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8104329524590674926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/03/certeza.html' title='Certeza,'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8176574148286672262</id><published>2009-02-21T11:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:52:59.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeasterday...</title><content type='html'>Ontem quando era jovem acreditava no amor, sem fronteiras ou barreiras
Ontem quando era jovem sonhei muitos sonhos, de conquistas e vitórias, experimentei todos os prazeres, viví todos os momentos com um incansável desejo.
Ontem quando era jovem todos os jogos eram tolos e todos venceria, todos os planos planejei.
E...tive prazer, dancei, bebí, gozei, mas tudo passou.
Ontem a LUA era azul, e o vento trouxe todos os anos que passaram e ví que logo podia morrer.
Que o jogo tinha acabado, a apresentação terminado, tudo para o ontem, quando era jovem.
[+/- C.Aznavour]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8176574148286672262?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8176574148286672262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8176574148286672262' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8176574148286672262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8176574148286672262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeasterday.html' title='Yeasterday...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-8694682822937159953</id><published>2009-02-21T11:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:46:20.599-03:00</updated><title type='text'>On and on...</title><content type='html'>Mais uma vez acreditar , acreditar que tudo vai se resolver, acreditar que um amor vai chegar e o amanha vai resplandecer com o céu azul e o vento de outono.
Acreditar no amor perfeito, e sem perceber que somos criaturas imperfeitas e duvidosas, então nunca poderemos dar e consequentemente compartilhar desse amor.
Porque buscamos situações utópicas ? Porque acreditamos no amar ?
Será que nao sofrer significa nao amar, e nao amar ? o que vai se entender ? nao viver ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-8694682822937159953?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8694682822937159953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=8694682822937159953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8694682822937159953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/8694682822937159953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-and-on.html' title='On and on...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-1295076902043294894</id><published>2009-02-21T11:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:41:28.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Então é assim...</title><content type='html'>Então é assim, a vida passa e não se vê nuvens no céu
Então é assim, do mesmo jeito que sempre foi, tudo passa
Uma história curta, sem bravuras, sorrisos ou glórias, sem heróis em nossas vidas
Então é assim, do jeito que disse que seria,  sem mudanças.

Eu disse que te amei ???
Eu disse que te queria ???
Deixei tudo pra traz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-1295076902043294894?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1295076902043294894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=1295076902043294894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1295076902043294894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1295076902043294894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/02/entao-e-assim.html' title='Então é assim...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-1558614447022294307</id><published>2009-02-20T15:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:37:12.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida ao vento...</title><content type='html'>Segue vida vai ao vento,
leva o céu e o pensamento
desse encanto de voar...

Segue chuva chora o chão,
lava a alma e o coração
que não cansa de passar...

Segue sol esquece o dia,
dessa triste melodia
que eu canto pelo ar...

Segue amor vai com a morte,
que esse pranto é muito forte
sozinha, sem ninguem para amar.

[Gizelle Carvalho -19.02.09]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-1558614447022294307?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1558614447022294307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=1558614447022294307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1558614447022294307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/1558614447022294307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-ao-vento.html' title='Vida ao vento...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-7157278446787349291</id><published>2009-02-20T14:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:56:29.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Românticos são poucos, Românticos são loucos, Desvairados, Que querem ser o outro, Que pensam que o outro, É o paraíso...Românticos são lindos, Românticos são limpos, E pirados, Que choram com baladas, Que amam sem vergonha, E sem juízo...São tipos populares, Que vivem pelos bares, E mesmo certosVão pedir perdão, Que passam a noite em claro, Conhecem o gosto raro, De amar sem medo, De outra desilusão...Romântico, É uma espécie em extinção!Românticos são poucos, Românticos são loucos, Como eu! Românticos são loucos, Românticos são poucos, Como eu! Como eu! 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Ouvi essa música e senti algo dentro de mim, de querer sentir essa paz e a realizaçao pessoal de se fazer o quer, onde quiser e com quem se quer bem. Eu tambem quero uma casa no campo, onde eu possa ter muitas plantas, frutas de todos os sabores, e bichos de todos os sons.
Uma casa pra quando eu acordar, sentir nos pés descalços a energia da terra Mae, cheirar o gosto do amanhecer chuvoso, e procurar na folha verde uma gota de orvalho.
Quero estar na varanda e ouvir as vozes do silencio das matas, e a orquestra dos pássaros, grilos e cigarras.
Quero a noite sentir um arrepio, e pensar mil coisas, mas perceber que é o meu amado que se aproxima, e com o seu afeto e seu afago me fazendo juras de amor-que seja eterno enquanto dure- e que dure até o fim de nossas vidas.
Eu quero uma casa no campo, de madeira e vidro, varanda e jardim, quero um sonho encantando em forma de morada, quero cheiro de jasmim na cama, e ver o por do sol deitar atraz da palmeira.
"Onde eu possa guardar meu amigos, meus discos, meus livros e tudo mais".

[GC]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-3343999329751032543?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3343999329751032543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=3343999329751032543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3343999329751032543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/3343999329751032543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-quero-uma-casa-no-campo.html' title='Eu quero uma casa no campo...'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-620794580377891168</id><published>2009-01-21T16:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:11:08.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade de gritar... Ahhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Em vez de gritar, escrever, para isso foi criado,
Mas o nó da garganta,, o suspiro engolido, volta pro pulmao doido,
O nao gritar é o mesmo que o nao morrer, e viver quase a vegetar
É o mesmo que deixar e assistir passivamente a vida passar.

Eu vim para esse mundo pra fazer parte dele
Direcionar meu caminho e viver o livre arbítrio
Deus nos deu o poder de mudar, e de ser
Porque entregar para os outros o meu viver??

[GC]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728021147874419401-620794580377891168?l=gizelizinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/feeds/620794580377891168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728021147874419401&amp;postID=620794580377891168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/620794580377891168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728021147874419401/posts/default/620794580377891168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gizelizinha.blogspot.com/2009/01/vontade-de-gritar-ahhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Vontade de gritar... Ahhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Gizelizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074347693655143512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HsF6Jw70_Og/SlPD-blNbzI/AAAAAAAAGQE/dCerpODO8jk/S220/HARLEY+008-12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728021147874419401.post-1722371847839265678</id><published>2009-01-15T10:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:43:23.297-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teus dias...</title><content type='html'>Conta teu jardim pelas flores, nunca pelas folhas que caem.
Conta teus dias pelas horas douradas, e esqueçe por completo as nuvens.
Conta tuas noites pelas estrelas e pela LUA, nao pelas sombras.
Conta tua vida pelos sorrisos, nao pelas lágrimas.
E alegremente, com o tempo...
Conta tua idade pelos feitos, e nunca pelos amores. !!!

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