<?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-7009696114418600582</id><updated>2012-02-01T10:49:03.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Arte de Escrever I - Tristes Versos de um Poeta</title><subtitle type='html'>Palavras... nada mais que palavras... Soltas sobre uma folha de papel... Palavras... De um sonhos... uma ilusões... Rabiscadas sob a luz tênue do luar... Palavras... de um coração triste... de uma alma sozinha... de uma mente obscura... Palavras... simplesmente Palavras...
"Bem aventura as criaturas da noite, pois é delas o reino da Escuridão" (Autor Desconhecido)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-6264316188276605582</id><published>2012-02-01T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:49:03.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhos amendoados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandes olhos expressivos&lt;br /&gt;Passivos&lt;br /&gt;Agressivos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refletem uma beleza não dita&lt;br /&gt;Bendita&lt;br /&gt;Infinita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondem as dores do passado&lt;br /&gt;A dor de ter amado&lt;br /&gt;O sonho de alguém ao lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmitem algo radiante&lt;br /&gt;Um coração fascinante&lt;br /&gt;Uma beleza apaixonante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelam a mulher e sua sina&lt;br /&gt;Menina&lt;br /&gt;Pequenina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acalentam-me mesmo sem a ver&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preenche o vazio da existência&lt;br /&gt;Essência&lt;br /&gt;Reverencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que simplesmente conquistam&lt;br /&gt;Que enfeitiçam&lt;br /&gt;Que cativam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doces olhos, lindos e amendoados&lt;br /&gt;Olhos eternamente apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;E eternamente, serão amados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lábios em perfeitos traços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traços suaves e delineados&lt;br /&gt;Desenhados&lt;br /&gt;Moldados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formam um sorriso maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;Fabuloso&lt;br /&gt;Formoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neles encontras-se doces beijos&lt;br /&gt;Repletos de desejo&lt;br /&gt;Amor e almejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos de amor a quem os encantar&lt;br /&gt;A tua alma acalentar&lt;br /&gt;E a abraça quanto prantear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lábios... que hipnotizam&lt;br /&gt;Conquistam&lt;br /&gt;Fascinam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boca... que devora com amor&lt;br /&gt;Clamor&lt;br /&gt;Ardor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem merecer, deles provará&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade terá&lt;br /&gt;Amado será&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em outros lábios jamais irá encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que saiba amar&lt;br /&gt;Como a musa ao poema inspirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coração, tolo apaixonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde repousava tão lindo coração?&lt;br /&gt;Tão repleto de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Escondido na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração que por quem se apaixonou?&lt;br /&gt;A quem não mereceu se entregou&lt;br /&gt;Por quem não devia, chorou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolo coração, sempre apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Em busca do príncipe encantado&lt;br /&gt;Recorda dos momentos que foi amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo coração... abra os olhos e tente ver&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor virá, quando menos perceber&lt;br /&gt;E com ele, verdadeiramente, feliz irá ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh coração, não precisa, ao amor, procurar&lt;br /&gt;Ele irá te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E jamais irá te largar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em ti, coração, ele viver em eterno encanto&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz soará como um canto&lt;br /&gt;Em ti, encontrará acalento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, doce coração, hei de se apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;E não somente pelo que os olhos enxergar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim, nos corações que irão se sincronizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele olhará para ti, e verá a perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Vícios, erros, pecados não existirão&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que importará, será você, coração!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor, é fogo que arde sem se ver&lt;br /&gt;E dor que desatina sem doer&lt;br /&gt;E disto, coração, você já deve saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é uma questão de escolher&lt;br /&gt;De encontrar com quem viver&lt;br /&gt;E ser feliz, do jeito que for e deve ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Para uma pessoa que, inexplicavelmente, entrou em minha vida - pelo Facebook - e, depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de algumas poucas porém longas conversas pelo Msn, conseguiu me encantar como a muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acreditava ser impossível... Obrigado Mari!! Espero que este seja o começo, de uma longa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e linda amizade!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-6264316188276605582?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/6264316188276605582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2012/02/olhos-amendoados-grandes-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6264316188276605582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6264316188276605582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2012/02/olhos-amendoados-grandes-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-4846144998051084755</id><published>2012-01-19T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:44:01.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonetos a um Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Dedicado a um amor secreto e platônico... tão distante e tão perto...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I. Eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, tolo, ingênuo, fraco, sempre apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Sofri e havia perdido toda fé no amor&lt;br /&gt;Nele vivi a sublime alegria e demasiada dor&lt;br /&gt;Agora, encontro o sol em meus dias nublados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes, atormentado por lembranças do passado&lt;br /&gt;Sob máscaras, disfarçava todo o meu pavor&lt;br /&gt;De viver eternamente, sem reencontrar o amor&lt;br /&gt;E ser eternamente um poeta a sorte abandonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, volta a bater o antes triste coração&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que por uma imagem a ele inalcançável&lt;br /&gt;Mas que ao menos o permite a ilusão de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta a arder nele a crepitante chama da paixão&lt;br /&gt;E o sentimento puro, doce e inigualável&lt;br /&gt;E a esperança, mesmo distante, de voltar a amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. Ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O carisma e o amor envoltos num aura de simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz soa aos bons como uma linda e terna melodia&lt;br /&gt;Ouvida por quem a ama a todo o momento, noite e dia&lt;br /&gt;Em tua presença, sente-se o real sentido da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em ti, sente-se o amor, a amizade, e em pura verdade&lt;br /&gt;Quem a conhece sente-se, o que a muito não se sentia&lt;br /&gt;E, numa súbita e desenfreada paixão e entrega se arderia&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer um que a visse como és, doce e linda beldade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um terno anjo que a muito tocou-me a alma&lt;br /&gt;E no primeiro sorriso conquistou este tolo mortal&lt;br /&gt;Afastando, com sua presença todo mal e livrando-me da dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tua presença, qualquer coração desesperado se acalma&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar de anjo, afugenta e dissipa qualquer mal&lt;br /&gt;E sobre teu doce sorriso, encontra-se o verdadeiro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. O Rosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca antes, nada igual em vida, já vi&lt;br /&gt;Ao inferno desci e de lá nada encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Ao céu subi, e mesmo olhando, nada achei&lt;br /&gt;Mil anos passaram, tantas vidas a vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, neste mundo inóspito, que sobrevivi&lt;br /&gt;Encontro a beleza que a tanto rezei&lt;br /&gt;Por milênios aos céus que tanto roguei&lt;br /&gt;E ao final, encontrei a beleza perfeita, em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindos traços, riscados pelo próprio Criador&lt;br /&gt;Um desenho perfeito, transformado em realidade&lt;br /&gt;A mais bela, aos meus olhos, de toda Sua criação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua beleza é a personificação da palavra Amor&lt;br /&gt;Em ti, conhecesse o significado de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;A ti, como presente, entrega-se feliz, o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. O Toque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem nunca tê-la de fato a tocado&lt;br /&gt;Posso devanear como seria a sensação&lt;br /&gt;Descrever minuciosamente a doce emoção&lt;br /&gt;Em um desejo a muito tempo guardado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feche os olhos e imagine-se ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Da mais bela e linda de toda Sua criação&lt;br /&gt;Concentre-se e use toda a sua imaginação&lt;br /&gt;E poderá perceber como tenho estado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois eis que posso sentir-me tocando&lt;br /&gt;Com os dedos o mais perfeito desenho&lt;br /&gt;E com os lábios a boca mais delicada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por seu rosto, caricias seguem dançando&lt;br /&gt;Tornando real o mais secreto sonho que tenho&lt;br /&gt;E saciando, a infantil e tola, alma apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. O Beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se só o simples e terno toque foi fácil de devanear&lt;br /&gt;Imagine como deve ser, de tão bela criatura, o beijo&lt;br /&gt;Algo entre o mais temível pecado e puro desejo&lt;br /&gt;E os maior e mais sublime sentimento: Amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois creio que para a boca de minha musa beijar&lt;br /&gt;Não basta apenas todos os anos de sonhos e almejos&lt;br /&gt;Deve-se, sobre tudo merecer tão sonhado e doce beijo&lt;br /&gt;Que a tantos anos, sempre me fizeram acordado sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo que não é um beijo, assim simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim algo que pode a outro universo transportar&lt;br /&gt;E nele, um sabor único e delicioso, perceber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque teu beijo grava, no coração e na mente&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que para todo sempre poderá se recordar&lt;br /&gt;E sem ele, percebe-se, não mais porque viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI. Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre várias formar, pode-se o amor revelar&lt;br /&gt;Olhe com os olhos da alma, e assim poderá ver&lt;br /&gt;Pois somente a alma, quando quer, pode perceber&lt;br /&gt;Quem de fato, deseja, nada mais, que amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra os olhos da alma e deixe o amor se aproximar&lt;br /&gt;Ele virá de forma sutil, querendo lhe conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Se tornará um amigo, um confidente, e sem saber&lt;br /&gt;O amor irá a ambos, individualmente, se manifestar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor aparecer, não hesite, permita-se&lt;br /&gt;Amar de forma sublime e sem igual&lt;br /&gt;Sendo eterno, enquanto dure... e muito alem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor chegar, não o tema, permita-me&lt;br /&gt;Amar e amar, com todo meu ser imortal&lt;br /&gt;E viver ao lado, do amor, que só nos faz bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII. Nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o belo e eterno poeta, vem a recitar&lt;br /&gt;“O amor é fogo que arde sem se ver”&lt;br /&gt;Nossa união abençoada, eternamente há de ser&lt;br /&gt;E ao mundo todo, iremos mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que para quem ama, tudo pode passar&lt;br /&gt;Todas as barreiras, juntos, podem vencer&lt;br /&gt;E lado a lado, iremos crescer&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente a felicidade, doce e bela, encontrarem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas almas que se animam e podem se completar&lt;br /&gt;Ambos viveram amores e tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Dois seres, cansados de tanta dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, encontram-se para juntos se amar&lt;br /&gt;Juntos vão enfrentar o mundo com destreza&lt;br /&gt;E batalhar, se preciso, para viver finalmente este amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&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/7009696114418600582-4846144998051084755?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/4846144998051084755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2012/01/sonetos-um-anjo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4846144998051084755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4846144998051084755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2012/01/sonetos-um-anjo.html' title='Sonetos a um Anjo'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-1574896598866745811</id><published>2012-01-19T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:34:19.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retorno</title><content type='html'>Boa tarde, amigos e amigas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 começou e eu fiz poucas resoluções de virada de ano.&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma delas, e muito importante, é voltar a escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Então...&lt;br /&gt;Estou voltando...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que consiga publicar meu segundo livro de poesias até o final de 2012...&lt;br /&gt;E no começo de 2013, publicar meu 3º livro... ambos em desenvolvimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem...&lt;br /&gt;Chega de papos...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos as poesias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-1574896598866745811?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/1574896598866745811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2012/01/retorno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1574896598866745811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1574896598866745811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2012/01/retorno.html' title='Retorno'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-302179635489080315</id><published>2011-03-03T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:13:34.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Publicado meu 1º Livro: Simples Versos de um Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times,serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Boa tarde, amigos e amigas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Estou aqui hoje para compartilhar com voces um momento muito importante para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Em janeiro deste ano, descobri um site onde sua proposta é a publicação impressa de livros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;de novos autores, que infelizmente, não podem arcar com os altíssimos valores de uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;renomada editora para a publicação de seus escritos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Bem, realizei meu cadastro e consegui publicar meu 1º livro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://clubedeautores.com.br/book/39911--Simples_Versos_de_um_Poeta"&gt;http://clubedeautores.com.br/book/39911--Simples_Versos_de_um_Poeta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Simples Versos de um Poeta, é uma coletânea com alguns poemas que escrevi, e que de algum modo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;gostei (para quem bem me conhece, sabe que dificilmente gosto do que escrevo... rsrs).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Mas aqui fiz uma seleção de alguns poemas, poesias, textos ou simples frases que escrevi ao longo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;de minha vida. Seja sozinho ou em parceria com algumas das mentes mais maravilhosas que já conheci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;esta obra é na verdade, uma homenagem a todas essas pessoas magníficas que conheci durante minha curta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;existência neste mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Neste livro, há textos escritos por mim, por alguns amigos que me honram com suas palavras, algumas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;parcerias maravilhosas que resultaram em lindos textos e em especial, um capítulo dedicado a algumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;das pessoas excepcionais que me deram o prazer de estar em minha vida, e para as quais, escrevi algo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;em agradecimento por sua amizade, carinho, respeito e amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Disponibilizo o link para quem se sentir interessado, não visando qualquer ganho pessoal, mas tão somente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;a honra de estar dividindo minha alegria com pessoas que admiro tanto, e que sem as quais, eu nada seria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Muito obrigado a todos que fazem parte de minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Aos amigos e amigas que partilho de seu amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Aqueles muitos a quem dedico algum escrito e também aqueles que me deram a honra e o prazer de partilhar idéias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;e assim, tecer lindas palavras que, com certeza, serão gravadas nas linhas do tempo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Muito obrigado a todos e todas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Seu carinho, admiração, respeito e amor, são tudo em minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;E é a todos vocês que dedico a realização deste sonho que, embora possa parecer insignificante para alguns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;é um momento único em minha vida!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Ternos beijos a todos!!&lt;/div&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/7009696114418600582-302179635489080315?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/302179635489080315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2011/03/publicado-meu-1-livro-simples-versos-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/302179635489080315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/302179635489080315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2011/03/publicado-meu-1-livro-simples-versos-de.html' title='Publicado meu 1º Livro: Simples Versos de um Poeta'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-9178942635680295038</id><published>2010-10-09T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:55:40.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somente quem viveu a dor de um grande amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somente quem viveu a dor de um grande amor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe o quão sufocante esta pode ser...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O ar que entra em nossos peitos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grita em desespero...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dor... Remorso... Tristeza...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E declama Augusto dos Anjos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O brilho nos foge dos olhos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nossa aura não brilha...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas ha uma coisa q não se sabe...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E deve-se firmar nisto... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A dor pode ser grande... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o sofrimento parece não ter fim... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ainda q a escuridão parece engolir-nos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existiram varias mãos... Prontas para nos reerguer...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vários corações que brilham a nossa presença... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todos unidos pelo amor que sentem por nós... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nos afastar da escuridão que nos consome...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somente que já sofreu com o amor sabe a dor que ele pode causar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E somente quem ja sentiu essa dor sabe o quao difícil... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O quão impossível parece ser...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Escalar o penhasco que que fomos jogados...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas a dor do amor... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nunca é superada... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jamais é esquecida... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E não cicatriza tão fácil...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entretanto... nos ensina a viver...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nos da força para seguir... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se ferida ainda é muito recente... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As lagrimas brotarão... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixem que rolem...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A dor será torturante...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entregue-se e deixe-se consumir...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todavia... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando as mesmas lagrimas começarem a lavar o coração... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a dor passar a ser suportável &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Jamais extinta)...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembre-se das mãos que estarão sempre prontas para te puxar de volta...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E das humildes palavras deste pobre mortal... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que sempre buscara o seu sorriso...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois conhece a dor de amar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E acredite... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se não passar... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se tornará tolerável... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E mesmo a duras penas... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Voltaras a sorrir... a viver... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E olhara no espelho e veras que o Amor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acima de tudo vence...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E mesmo com a dor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo com as memórias...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que teimam em sempre aflorar em seu coração...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ainda que anos se passem...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E jamais tenha esquecido um só segundo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do que um dia foi lindo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Verás que...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ao menos uma coisa ficou...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nem o sofrimento...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A dor... o desespero... as lagrimas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Puderam levar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que foram as lembranças...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a certeza de que...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você amou...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Verdadeira e sublimemente...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E isso...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É o melhor sentimento que podemos guardar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:8.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Para uma amiga muito amada... Lizi... Força, pois que a solidão não segurará sua mão... E sim, nós, que te amamos!! 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href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/10/somente-quem-viveu-dor-de-um-grande.html' title='Somente quem viveu a dor de um grande amor...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-4032410400241036854</id><published>2010-04-29T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:21:38.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah… essa boca…</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" 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	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa boca… que enfeitiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me atiça…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hipnotiza…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa boca… que me fez sonhar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em nela mergulhar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E não mais voltar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que boca… Queria me perder…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nela me envolver…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para sempre permanecer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deus… Essa boca tentadora…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Devoradora…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Devastadora…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que boca é essa que nos faz delirar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que vontade dela ganhar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O beijo que me fará flutuar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah… essa boca… de rosa pintada…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha alma fascinada…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por ela hipnotizada…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boca que a minha quer tocar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E o lábio inferior mordiscar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em uma deliciosa melodia dançar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah… essa boca…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca vi nenhuma outra boca…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que despertasse os desejos desta boca…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-4032410400241036854?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/4032410400241036854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/04/ah-essa-boca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4032410400241036854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4032410400241036854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/04/ah-essa-boca.html' title='Ah… essa boca…'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-6385558100245167794</id><published>2010-04-22T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:41:13.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Querubim</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CGABRIE%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vem pra perto, meu Querubim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero te ver perto de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E num sussurro ouvir o teu sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois desde o momento em que te vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No teu sorriso eu meu perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E em meus sonhos, contigo vivi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero contigo passear de mãos dadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te fazer se sentir amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eternamente, apaixonada…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em tua boca encontro o sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que encontramos somente no amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E esqueço-me de todo temor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em teu sorriso visualizo a paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A tristeza do meu peito se desfaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E felicidade reina muito mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra ti, fiz uma morada em meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E nele encontraras toda paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abençoada pelo Pai da Criação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao teu lado quero eternamente viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com você ao meu lado posso vencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E às estrelas do céu ascender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vem fazer meu sonho realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Permita te mostrar a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E te amar, por toda eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-6385558100245167794?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/6385558100245167794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/04/meu-querubim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6385558100245167794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6385558100245167794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/04/meu-querubim.html' title='Meu Querubim'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-1981546705089927870</id><published>2010-04-18T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:30:57.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amando</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CGABRIE%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New 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&lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No 1º momento que nossos olhos foram se cruzando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu senti que fui me apaixonando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E nossos olhares se aproximando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O melhor sabor do mundo senti te beijando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ti fui sempre me dedicando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E em todos os momentos, fui cada vez mais te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A cada sorriso… fui sempre me encantando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A cada lágrima… também segui chorando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E o tempo, feliz, foi passando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E cada dia mais me apaixonando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teu corpo sobre o meu dançando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E nossas almas ao prazer se entregando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tua cabeça, no meu peito, cochilando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E eu a noite toda… te olhando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedos entrelaçados, mãos se segurando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Longos caminhos, juntos… caminhando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas o tempo, tristemente, foi desgastando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E nossos olhares não mais foram se cruzando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nossos corpos não mais se entrelaçando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nossas bocas não mais se beijando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesmo assim, te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nosso romance foi acabando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E meu coração gritando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas, te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As luas no céu foram passando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E agora, sozinho, vou levando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas ainda… te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida para todos foi continuando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E para você, um novo amor esta chegando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E para sempre… te amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigo sozinho na imensidão escura… vagando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em busca de um outro alguém… aprender... a ir amando…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{{Para todas as paixões que já vivi… dos amores de um minuto… aos amores mais sublimes… Eternamente… Te amando…}}&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/7009696114418600582-1981546705089927870?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/1981546705089927870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-amando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1981546705089927870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1981546705089927870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-amando.html' title='Te amando'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-1006975052493269119</id><published>2010-04-11T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:13:08.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fecho meus olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho meus olhos orando&lt;br /&gt;Para não ter que abri-los&lt;br /&gt;E continuar sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Com um mundo sem dor&lt;br /&gt;Sem tristeza e sem ódio&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e adormeço&lt;br /&gt;E sonho com o dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que saberei viver&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir e amar&lt;br /&gt;E quebrar essa barreira&lt;br /&gt;Não ter que usar mais&lt;br /&gt;Esse sorriso forçado&lt;br /&gt;E essa sensação&lt;br /&gt;De que tudo esta bem&lt;br /&gt;Quando na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu queria era gritar&lt;br /&gt;Fecho meus olhos orando&lt;br /&gt;Para não ter&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Que abri-los&lt;br /&gt;Pois em meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Não há tristeza nem dor&lt;br /&gt;Somente… amor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&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/7009696114418600582-1006975052493269119?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/1006975052493269119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/04/fecho-meus-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1006975052493269119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1006975052493269119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/04/fecho-meus-olhos.html' title='Fecho meus olhos'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7950742883665317351</id><published>2010-03-15T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:06:10.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que não exista um só amor para o homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois, um homem sem amor nada é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que a vida não seja sem sentido nem significado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tão pouco vazia e forçadamente silenciada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois metade de mim sente-se abandonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas a outra metade é um eterno apaixonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que meu coração não sofra a cada partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dos amores passados que moram na lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois metade de mim é despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas a outra metade ainda vê uma volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que a lua que contemplo ao longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Permaneça sempre linda e brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que os momentos felizes sejam sempre lembrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo que tragam saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois metade de mim é lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas a outra metade é sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que as pessoas da minha vida sejam sempre amados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E que saibam que me são muito importantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que os abraços e beijos que envio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sejam sempre sentidos e guardados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois metade de mim é carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas a outra metade é saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que o olhar que enxergava-me a alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jamais perca o seu dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que o beijo que sinto falta eternamente seja louvado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo que não por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois metade de mim guarda o sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas a outra metade o acalma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que meus sonhos e devaneios tragam-me sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque ao menos em sonhos mereço a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que os versos que escrevo sejam lidos e pensados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E não vistos como simples lamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois metade de mim é poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas a outra metade é prosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que o sentimento do amor não seja um romance dramático&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois a vida em si já se parece um conto shakesperiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que a palavra Amor não seja levianamente usada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nem morra com o passar do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois metade de mim é pavor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas a outra metade... Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;{Inspirado na música "Metade" de Oswaldo Montenegro... Particularmente, amo o trecho que ele diz: '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que a mulher que eu amo seja para sempre amada... Mesmo que distante... Porque metade de mim é partida... Mas a outra metade é saudade...&lt;/i&gt;' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Se isso não traduz o que é o Amor, eu não sei mais o que poderia}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-7950742883665317351?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/7950742883665317351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/03/metade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7950742883665317351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7950742883665317351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/03/metade.html' title='Metade'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-58288826785894845</id><published>2010-03-10T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:08:39.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristes Versos de um Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembranças de um beijo que não mais provei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um beijo que delirei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os mais doces lábios que beijei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recordações da pele que nunca mais toquei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em sua maciez naveguei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com teu perfume, me embriaguei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Flashes de corpos unidos em devoção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tocando-se enlouquecidamente com as mãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entregues de alma e coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em meus lábios ainda sinto o doce sabor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do beijo cheio de fervor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Da entrega absoluta do amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em minha memória ainda sinto a sua fragrância...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teu perfume ao se entregar com ânsia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do nosso pecado... Luxuria... Ganância...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em mim alma... a linha que ainda me prende ao passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um sonho abandonado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um prazer acabado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembranças... de um momento de felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que ainda deixa saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E deixará marcas.... para toda eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-58288826785894845?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/58288826785894845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/03/tristes-versos-de-um-poeta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/58288826785894845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/58288826785894845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/03/tristes-versos-de-um-poeta.html' title='Tristes Versos de um Poeta'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-6691777681839892217</id><published>2010-03-10T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:06:45.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolos II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tolos são os nossos corações que não se cansam de amar. Sofrem, choram, gritam, desesperam-se a ponto de não mais aguentar, e então, adormecem. Até a próxima tentativa... Tentativa de ser feliz, tentativa de viver, tentativa de amar. Mas, o que é a vida, se não uma inesgotável tentativa de amar, de se fazer amar, de rir, de chorar? Podemos ser eternos tolos apaixonados... mas ao menos, sabemos a alegria - mesmo ínfima e momentânea - de sentir o delicioso sabor do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-6691777681839892217?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/6691777681839892217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/03/tolos-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6691777681839892217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6691777681839892217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/03/tolos-ii.html' title='Tolos II'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-5001905543991051040</id><published>2010-01-02T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:57:35.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Teu Beijo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cada beijo tem um sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabor com calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabor de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cada beijo tem uma verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A pura felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A duvida de realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todo beijo tem um momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aquele que não se está atento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou outro em que fica tudo lento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todo beijo tem uma revelação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que aquela pode ser sua paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se vale ou não entregar o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No beijo pode se perder ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tem desejo de se entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vontade de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No beijo pode se enlouquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E na loucura se perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E na loucura viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No teu beijo encontro tudo isso e mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teu beijo me dá a necessária paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me faz desejar-te mais e mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No teu beijo eu me vejo eternamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beijando-a ardentemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eterna e apaixonadamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[... Se eu soubesse quando seria a ultima vez que eu a beijaria, desfrutaria de cada segundo e, me certificaria que este beijo jamais teria fim, para que eu nunca tivesse que viver sem o sabor único que só em teus lábios eu encontrei...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-5001905543991051040?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/5001905543991051040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/01/em-teu-beijo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5001905543991051040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5001905543991051040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2010/01/em-teu-beijo.html' title='Em Teu Beijo...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-8912684002673127303</id><published>2009-12-30T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:14:23.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um gesto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma palavra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma risada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma caricia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um toque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um beijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um sabor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma entrega...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma viagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma lágrima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só na memória por 367 dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-8912684002673127303?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/8912684002673127303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/12/momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8912684002673127303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8912684002673127303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/12/momentos.html' title='Momentos...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-5326481960492947038</id><published>2009-12-19T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:34:09.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cai a noite... e com ela, a gélida névoa arrastasse pela escuridão... e fortes gotas caem dos céus... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os sons já se misturam, não consigo mais distinguir o som da tv do som da chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estou deitada, quase dormindo e começo a fazer um balanço do meu dia. Foi bom, foi ruim? Lembro que chorei, por um amor impossível, por alguém que com uma única palavra acelera e acalma meu coração, esmaga e faz chorar com outra... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor não devia doer tanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estou com sono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem perceber, verto lágrimas novamente por aquele amor... meu coração, compulsivamente chora por esse amor... por essa dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembro... que com um simples olhar seu, sorria, corava, brilhava... e sentia em meu ser a vida que só o amor pode nos dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E agora... o nada... a não ser o som da chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E com lágrimas nos olhos... adormeço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acordo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a única coisa que restou das lágrimas foi o sal em meu rosto, ainda chove, chove muito, o amor ainda dói, não quero isso me machucando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O som da chuva agora se mistura aos sons do dia que já está amanhecendo, os pássaros se escondem para não molhar as asas, o som da tv ainda se mistura, aumento o volume... porque não quero ouvir minha dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E dentro de mim habita o caos... ignoro meu ser, simplesmente para não sentir o que mais temo: a dor da solidão, o silêncio do vazio, o frio da escuridão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E amanheceu; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com chuva, mas amanheceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E é um novo dia, mais um dia chegando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A chuva me prende, limita meus movimentos, não consigo sair de casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me fascina, cada gotinha, e fico na janela, observando a água cair da calha, as poças formando no chão, as plantas verde vivo brilhantes. Cada gotinha que cai, observo como se caíssem em câmera lenta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas olhar para chuva, olhar para fora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;é só uma maneira de fugir, de levar minha mente para longe, para não lembrar que em meu coração cai uma tempestade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trovões rugem em meu peito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Relâmpagos iluminam como flashes a prisão da minha alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas... Como tudo tem seu fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa tempestade há de acabar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu hei de ver o dia, em que no horizonte dos olhos do meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um raio de sol há de surgir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E sobre as gotículas que restarão nos céus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um arco íris há de por ele cruzar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E um novo amanhecer há de vir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E nas palavras do eterno poeta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Nada consola, como o Sol após a Chuva, como o Amor!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hei de viver o meu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Liziara e Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;{{Lindas palavras de um lindo Anjo... Lizi, muito obrigado por permitir fazer parte deste lindo texto... Te amo, minha querida!!}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-5326481960492947038?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/5326481960492947038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/12/chuva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5326481960492947038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5326481960492947038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/12/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-6270547072618470966</id><published>2009-11-11T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:06:35.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Alguém Especial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3f8d82be9488623" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03f8d82be9488623%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331062521%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59D6B256887F00B276A2F43803516672E2DCD95F.3A93444B8EA26E3758DC4A51DD4416BD9CBB4612%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f8d82be9488623%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3_GvJp12GEclpb-8m1iockTokDA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03f8d82be9488623%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331062521%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59D6B256887F00B276A2F43803516672E2DCD95F.3A93444B8EA26E3758DC4A51DD4416BD9CBB4612%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f8d82be9488623%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3_GvJp12GEclpb-8m1iockTokDA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que surgem em nossas vidas e tornam-se, simplesmente, inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Esta pessoa, me ensinou tudo que eu precisava para viver: o Amor!&lt;br /&gt;Dia 3 de Novembro, foi seu aniversário, e este foi um de meus presentes.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que ela não se importe de eu postá-lo aqui. (rsrs)&lt;br /&gt;Em todo caso, caso ela leia isso, que possa saber:&lt;br /&gt;Pequena, eternamente voce estará em meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Voce é minha melhor amiga!!&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre amarei voce!!&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Aniversário, Mirella!!&lt;br /&gt;E que Deus permita que voce voe alto, e consiga atingir o Céu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-6270547072618470966?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/6270547072618470966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/11/para-alguem-especial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6270547072618470966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6270547072618470966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/11/para-alguem-especial.html' title='Para Alguém Especial...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7337484843190910917</id><published>2009-11-01T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:22:44.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artigo: Será que é tão difícil assim, encontrar alguém pra se amar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u1:worddocument&gt;   &lt;u1:view&gt;Normal&lt;/u1:View&gt;   &lt;u1:zoom&gt;0&lt;/u1:Zoom&gt;   &lt;u1:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/u1:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;u1:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;u1:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;u1:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/u1:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;u1:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/u1:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;u1:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/u1:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;u1:compatibility&gt;    &lt;u1:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;u1:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;u1:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;u1:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;u1:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/u1:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;u1:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/u1:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/u1:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u2:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/u2:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u3:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u5:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;u5:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/u5:shapelayout&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u7:p&gt; &lt;/u7:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há uma música que diz: “Será que é tão difícil assim, encontrar alguém pra se amar? Parece que hoje em dia, ninguém mais quer saber”. Essa pergunta eu me faço a anos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde que tomei consciência da minha existência ela me persegue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acredite ou não, eu levei 20 anos para entendê-la, e quando encontrei a resposta, vivi os melhores momentos de minha vida até hoje.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foram dois anos, quatro meses, catorze dias e três horas de felicidade. Claro, como todo relacionamento na vida – independente de ser familiar, profissional, fraternal ou amoroso – houveram momentos de dificuldade, mas nada que um novo dia não curasse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E também, como todo relacionamento, chegou ao fim. Não sei ao certo por que terminou e, pode ter certeza, não é uma coisa da qual eu queira lembrar agora ou mais tarde, não. Essa não é a questão aqui. A verdadeira questão é se realmente é tão difícil assim encontrar um amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E a verdade é que mais difícil do que se pode imaginar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto ter que dizer isso, mas é a verdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje, nesta sociedade “moderna” que vivemos, onde a moda é “ficar” – beijar na boca e sexo casual – é muito complicado encontrar alguém que valha a pena dedicar-se de corpo e alma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Manuel Bandeira tem um poema que diz “Se queres sentir a felicidade de amar, esquece a tua alma. A alma é que estraga o amor. Só em Deus ela pode encontrar satisfação. Não noutra alma. Só em Deus - ou fora do mundo. As almas são incomunicáveis. Deixa o teu corpo entender-se com outro corpo. Porque os corpos se entendem, mas as almas não”. Eu particularmente discordo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Podem me chamar de antiquado ou tolo romântico eternamente apaixonado, mas eu acredito na comunicação entre almas. Ou, popularmente, Almas Gêmeas. Metades que se completam e se entendem. Reconhecem-se ao primeiro olhar – o chamado “amor a primeira vista”. Quem pode culpar-me? Acreditar no Amor é o que me faz viver!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas, quantos hoje em dia acreditam no amor? Ou mesmo já o conheceram? Já o vivenciaram de forma tão intensa que, mesmo ao fim de um relacionamento, ainda sentem aquele vazio que o amor preenchia?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poucas pessoas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É triste. Parece que elas concordam com Manuel Bandeira e esqueceram suas almas. E não contentes, esqueceram também seus corações.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encontrar um amor é realmente difícil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E por ser tão difícil, as pessoas entregam os pontos e se dão as mãos nesta febre mundial de viver ao acaso. E ao chegar em casa, após uma boemia noite, deitam-se em suas camas vazias, tendo como companhia o travesseiro e somente o calor do cobertor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vale a pena? Para mim não.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muitas vezes martirizo-me por ter permitido que o fim chegasse. E que hoje tudo que me resta são aqueles dois anos, quatro meses, catorze dias e três horas na lembrança.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E a felicidade fica apenas na memória. O amor parece que somente aconteceu em outra vida que não esta minha. Posso culpar alguém? Somente a mim mesmo por tudo que aconteceu. Mas fazer o que?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida é assim. Tudo tem o seu fim. Seja por decisões erradas. Seja pelo inevitável.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas, mesmo vivendo neste mundo onde o amor parece coisa do passado, ainda acredito nele. E mesmo que seja realmente uma grande dificuldade encontra-lo novamente, independente do caminho a ser trilhado, sempre valerá a pena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seja da maneira que for. Qualquer estrada que se tome. Leve o tempo que levar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre valerá a pena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por mais difícil que seja encontrar alguém para se amar, vale a pena ter esperança em um dia, seja qualquer que seja ele, encontrar alguém em quem sua alma se encontrará.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo que se precisa, é ter fé. Outro mal do nosso tempo, é a falta de fé.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quero parecer um desses “Segredo”s da vida, mas é verdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Falta de fé no próximo, falta de fé em Um ser maior, falta de fé em si mesmo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então, tenhamos fé. Acreditemos que, por mais empecilhos que hajam, ainda assim, valerá a pena, pois acreditando nisso, um dia há de acontecer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u7:p&gt; &lt;/u7:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; {Dando mais um tempo na poesia. Apesar de estar me divertindo escrevendo artigos assim. Acho que vou continuar por um tempo, espero que não se importem. rsrs... Quer dizer, espero que a meia dúzia que lê meus devaneios não se incomodem...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-7337484843190910917?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/7337484843190910917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/11/artigo-sera-que-e-tao-dificil-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7337484843190910917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7337484843190910917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/11/artigo-sera-que-e-tao-dificil-assim.html' title='Artigo: Será que é tão difícil assim, encontrar alguém pra se amar?'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-989640377451478845</id><published>2009-10-31T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:27:08.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coral de Anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A mais linda união&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os anjos a cantar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E festejar essa paixão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estrelas a reluzir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O luar resplandecente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O seu caminhar ao vir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um caminho ascendente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma linda melodia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No olhar, o desejo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A espera deste dia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor no eterno beijo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Gabriel Martins &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pense no momento mais feliz da sua vida.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pode ser da sua infância, um momento com sua família, com um bom amigo, com um amor passado. Qualquer momento.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não seria maravilhoso poder revivê-lo eternamente?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ou melhor. Não seria simplesmente maravilhoso poder ter vários momentos como aquele?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sonhos, fantasias, desejos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Queríamos ir a lua quando éramos crianças. Desejamos conquistar o mundo quando jovens. Na adolescência, um amor, puro e verdadeiro, e que fosse eterno.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por que abandonamos esses sonhos?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crescemos e a vida parece que nos afasta de tudo que nos fazia feliz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trilhamos caminhos que não gostaríamos. Escolhas ruins. Más decisões. Um passo de cada vez a mais tempestuosa escuridão.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O mal do século é a depressão. Mas como escapar dela?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como fugir do sentimento de vazio quanto tudo que o destino parece fazer é nos arrastar cada vez mais para essa fria e sombria caverna, onde abandonamos nossos corações, nossos sonhos e esperanças. E lá, solitários, inspirando o ar gélido da solidão, entregamos os pontos nos misturamos ao mundo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um mundo sem cor, preto e branco como uma fotografia antiga.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um universo paralelo aquele em que nossos sorrisos eram tão vivos e repletos de energia, e custava tão pouco. Ah, como era fácil sorrir, brincar, ser feliz!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E neste novo mundo, onde pouquíssimas pessoas fazem o que realmente gostam e por isso, são felizes. E a maioria faz o que precisa por necessidade. Sem satisfação ou felicidade em seu vazio peito, como podemos ser felizes?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Num mundo o amor parece ser coisa do passado, e a moda é tão somente a luxúria.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como podemos desejar a felicidade? Como desprender daquela imagem de um momento de felicidade? Como sonhar?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Percebemos que o conto de fadas acabou. E o mundo é muito diferente e muito mais feio do que sonhávamos que seria.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje, chegar na lua faz parte do passado. Uma outra vida, uma outra pessoa. Ela está lá, parada todas as noites, viva e brilhante, e nem notamos mais nisso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conquistar o mundo parece conto infanto-juvenil, onde o cara mal é quem tem esse desejo. Esquecemos o que significava o “conquistar o mundo” para nós naqueles tempos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O amor parece ser ilusório. E quando, em uma chance de um milhão, conquistamos um que valha a pena, rapidamente o perdemos, pela nossa tola e abstrata visão de mundo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O mundo perdeu o valor que tinha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ao crescermos, aprisionamos aquela criança sonhadora que costumávamos ser, ignoramos seus apelos de retorno e a silenciamos, para nos adaptar a essa cruel realidade que ela não saberia viver. E nos tornamos mais um. Um número. Um indivíduo. Um alguém. Um ninguém.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shakespeare dizia: “Nada consola, como o sol após a chuva, como o Amor”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Concordo. Mas, como descobrir o amor, se a pessoa que mais deveríamos amar, esta aprisionada em uma caverna fria e escura, silenciada por nossa ignorância? Como reviver os mesmos sentimentos daquele momento único de felicidade, se quem realmente nos fez vive-lo e amá-lo, chora de tristeza em nossos corações, desejando sair, e nós, simplesmente, não o libertamos?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{{Dando um tempo na poesia...}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-6130567766593722429?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/6130567766593722429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/10/pense-no-momento-mais-feliz-da-sua-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6130567766593722429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6130567766593722429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/10/pense-no-momento-mais-feliz-da-sua-vida.html' title='Pense no momento mais feliz da sua vida.'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-2647087867054589029</id><published>2009-09-27T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:41:31.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantoche</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Preso por cordas invisíveis&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Manipulado por mãos divinas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Move-se o tolo brinquedo dos deuses&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem vida e sem esperança&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tolo... ri e diverte os presentes...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brinca e faz graça de tudo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas em seu peito arde de desespero&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um coração triste e vazio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enquanto brinca e faz os outros rirem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grite de desespero o negro coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chora e lamenta a vida vazia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lagrimas de sangue rolam ao chão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sob a mascara de um bom ser&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esconde-se um sentimento de culpa e dor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guarda no peito a triste lembrança&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De um mundo repleto de cor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enquanto sua face esboça um sorriso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sua alma chora desolada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E se em seus olhos se olhar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Neles se encontrará a verdade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O tolo boneco não é capaz de amar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E nem pode buscar a felicidade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois sempre que algo de bom se faz alcançar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sua alegria dura muito pouco&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Logo a realidade vem lhe assomar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chora e grita até ficar rouco&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As mãos que manipulam seus fios&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fazem-no a todo momento dançar e pular&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aqueles que vêem se alegram e sorriem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas o fantoche se desgasta aos poucos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E quando as cortinas se fecham ao final&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O boneco é jogado ao canto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deixado de lado sozinho e abandonado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seu coração verte lágrimas sem fim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E não importa o que o tolo boneco sonhe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sua triste vida... aparentemente... será sempre assim...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-2647087867054589029?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/2647087867054589029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/09/fantoche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2647087867054589029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2647087867054589029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/09/fantoche.html' title='Fantoche'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-2073167622324849362</id><published>2009-09-05T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:35:46.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Poderia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Novos planos... novos sonhos...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seguir a diante e esquecer voce&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E tentar novamente com outro alguém...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu poderia encontrar um novo beijo com sabor...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um novo sorriso para me alegrar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma outra alma para me guiar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um novo coração para me apaixonar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu poderia simplesmente seguir em frente...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deixar o passado no passado...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E guardar tudo que vivemos com muito carinho&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu poderia...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Poderia sim viver sem voce... mas acontece que eu não quero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-2073167622324849362?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/2073167622324849362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-poderia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2073167622324849362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2073167622324849362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-poderia.html' title='Eu Poderia...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7401649009443969514</id><published>2009-08-23T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:05:14.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da tua pele ainda sinto o calor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O perfume, o ardor...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O gosto doce do amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tua voz sussurrado ainda posso escutar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Voce jurando que vai me amar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os planos juntos a sonhar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Todo amor do mundo chega ao fim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por que tem que ser assim?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Descobri que ainda amo, meu Querubim!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;...Quando Saturno matou seu pai Céu, e tomou o poder Supremo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando no mundo só havia o Caos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O Céu governava soberano&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Filho da Terra e sem irmãos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Este se proclama o supremo tirano.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E, juntando-se com sua mãe Terra&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gerou seus Titãs e, insano,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No ventre da mãe, os encerra,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com medo de uma traição,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E enquanto os encarcera:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Urra com sua temível voz de trovão:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Para nunca mais desafiar minha autoridade,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do ventre da Terra jamais sairão”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E a Terra, subjugada por tamanha crueldade,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Decidi um de seus filhos salvar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E a Saturno compete-lhe a responsabilidade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Destes tormentos a todos libertar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dize: “Saturno, querido somente tu poderás,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com essa tirania de seu pai acabar,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E com isso, Supremo no universo serás”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O Jovem Titã, curvando-se com atenção escutou:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Toma essa foice e use-a. Como? Saberás.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da Terra, a foice Saturno tomou,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E rumo a seu pai supremo se dirigiu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E quando no palácio supremo chegou,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O Céu dormindo ele viu:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Dorme, o Tirano” – Disse o herdeiro,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E sorrateiro este partiu,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rumo a seu abate certeiro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Num golpe, a genitália de seu pai ele cortou,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E um rugido ecoou pelo universo inteiro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Quem ousa levantar-me a mão?” – o Soberano gritou.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E a sua frente surge Saturno triunfante&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Isto foi pelos tormentos que minha mãe passou,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bem como eu e meus irmãos, Besta gigante”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O sangue do Tirano, de vermelho as nuvens tingiu,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E seu membro, outrora, prosperante,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No fundo do Oceano sumiu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E, eufórico, o Titã a vitória à Mãe foi contar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E Terra orgulhosa a ele sorriu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do ventre da Mãe, seu Irmãos Titãs foi libertar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E sua merecida recompensa foi ter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agora, o Trono Supremo é seu lugar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas antes que o crepúsculo pudesse descer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dos céus o sussurro espectral lhe acolheu:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ai de ti, que fizestes o sangue de teu pai correr.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do mesmo modo do fim dele, será o teu”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ignorando a voz e com muito gosto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disse aos Céus e a todos os seus...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Deus morto, Deus posto”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas a profecia muito o atormentou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E depois dos festejos, antes de pousar o rosto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agoniado com o aviso que o céu lhe contou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deitado pôs-se a pensar... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E aos ventos, irado gritou...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Será que uma vitória, neste mundo, não pode se completar?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Gabriel Martins de Souza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{{{Primeiro poema do livro que quero escrever, "As 100 Maiores Histórias da Mitologia Greco-Romana em Poesia" .... O restante??? Só quando conseguir publicar meu livro... rsrsrsrs}}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-1311860110067926058?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/1311860110067926058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/08/ascensao-de-saturno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1311860110067926058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1311860110067926058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/08/ascensao-de-saturno.html' title='Ascensão de Saturno'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7081230085419309705</id><published>2009-07-31T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:20:41.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IV Sonetos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I - Olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do âmbar... a mais bela cor...&lt;br /&gt;Do sol... irradia com emoção...&lt;br /&gt;Tua alma... pura paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração... puro amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ante seu olhar... fogo com ardor...&lt;br /&gt;Atravessa a carne... olha o coração...&lt;br /&gt;Como um anjo, liberta-me da prisão...&lt;br /&gt;E tira do peito toda mágoa e rancor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse olhar, que desce dos céus...&lt;br /&gt;Nos envolve como a um véu...&lt;br /&gt;E nos faz apaixonar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses olhos... que me torna teu...&lt;br /&gt;Faz do meu coração seu...&lt;br /&gt;Me inspiram a te amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II - Face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seria uma menina ou um querubim...&lt;br /&gt;Uma deusa ou uma simples mortal...&lt;br /&gt;À tua beleza, no mundo, não há igual&lt;br /&gt;És o começo, o meio e o fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos, caminha até mim...&lt;br /&gt;E eu... como uma criança no natal...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo contente tal qual...&lt;br /&gt;Espero seu trajeto e enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miro sua face em admiração...&lt;br /&gt;Seco minhas lagrimas de emoção...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo meu reflexo em ti, vacilante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fito-a perplexo e em contemplação...&lt;br /&gt;Tua beleza me enfeitiça o coração...&lt;br /&gt;E amo-te de maneira apaixonante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;III - Beijo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Das maravilhas que mais almejo...&lt;br /&gt;Dos prazeres que ainda não desfrutei...&lt;br /&gt;Das bocas que eu já beijei...&lt;br /&gt;Estes lábios são o que mais desejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boca carnuda... convite ao beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Boca molhada... que jamais toquei...&lt;br /&gt;Lábios suaves... nunca esquecerei...&lt;br /&gt;Dos não-beijos que mais anseio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E neste lábios quero me perder...&lt;br /&gt;Por esses lábios, posso morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Mas tendo-os, alcancei a felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois neste lábios pode-se ler...&lt;br /&gt;O que a palavra amor quer dizer...&lt;br /&gt;E entende-la de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV - Voce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Da seiva... fez-se o teu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;E com ele... penetras o meu ser...&lt;br /&gt;Do mel... fez o sabor dos teus lábios ter...&lt;br /&gt;Mas deles, não posso provar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo, brilha a luz do luar...&lt;br /&gt;Tuas curvas, fazem eu me perder...&lt;br /&gt;E as estrelas, ao seu sorriso, parece descer...&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz, faz-me livremente sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcada com o simbolo do renascimento...&lt;br /&gt;Das cinzas surge este sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;E bate um coração abençoado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para ti voa o pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em um dia, a qualquer momento...&lt;br /&gt;Ter um anjo assim ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Para uma amiga pela qual eu sou, verdadeiramente apaixonado... mas não essa paixão tosca e vulgar de hoje... mas um amor verdadeiro que nem o tempo, nem a distancia, nem nada pode mudar. Pati, obrigado por tudo!! Voce é simplesmente, fundamental em minha vida! Minha Flor de Jasmim!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-7081230085419309705?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/7081230085419309705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/07/iv-sonetos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7081230085419309705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7081230085419309705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/07/iv-sonetos.html' title='IV Sonetos'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7948728717896947955</id><published>2009-07-19T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:46:17.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Vai e Vem das Ondas</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Permita-me te amar... intenso e a cada instante...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A areia da praia se esvaia com o vento entre meus dedos...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sinta o meu amor... pode vir sem medo...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toma meu coração... não o faz de brinquedo...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sigo em direção ao mar... a ele vou caminhando...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será que não percebes... estou te amando...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será que não percebo... a vida vai andando...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De frente ao oceano, sobre um morro estou sentado...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com o tolo coração... sempre apaixonado...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vivendo uma ilusão... sonhando acordado...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No vai e vem das ondas, tua face reflete no mar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Face de um anjo... que vejo me abandonar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Queria esse anjo... que não quer me amar!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-7948728717896947955?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/7948728717896947955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-vai-e-vem-das-ondas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7948728717896947955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7948728717896947955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-vai-e-vem-das-ondas.html' title='No Vai e Vem das Ondas'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-2181745162624494374</id><published>2009-07-19T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:44:56.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Será...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Que a sombra do passado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para sempre me acompanhará...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E por ela serei sempre torturado?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;... Que a felicidade nunca virá&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E serei eternamente um idiota...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sonhando com um amor que não voltará?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;... Que não se abrirá uma nova porta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Onde eu possa voltar a viver...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E ressuscitar minha alma morta?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;... Que não voltarei a ver&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O mundo lindo que há lá fora...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E estou condenado a sozinho morrer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;... Que passarei horas e mais horas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esperando um sonho que acabou...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E não voltará... e agora?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;... Que onde meu coração repousou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Está fadado a solidão...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E ao mundo de amor que acabou?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;... Que o amor acabou, para o meu coração?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-2181745162624494374?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/2181745162624494374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/07/sera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2181745162624494374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2181745162624494374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/07/sera.html' title='Será...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-5629249368685039089</id><published>2009-07-04T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T06:25:03.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradição</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFLUERD%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  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&lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sou o seu sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voce... meu não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu queres o fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu quero paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vivo sonhando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voce... pés no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em ti vivo pensando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De mim, nem tens lembrança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voce segue caminhando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra nós, compro uma aliança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te quero com muito desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me queres sem esperança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só queres saciar teu almejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te quero mais do uma noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voce se contentas com um beijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em seu coração, sou açoite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do meu, és a senhora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só quero que tu me notes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voce me quer na sua hora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem ti, sinto imenso pavor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ti, quer ficar sozinha agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Desta contradição, onde aparecerá o Amor?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&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/7009696114418600582-5629249368685039089?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/5629249368685039089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/07/contradicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5629249368685039089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5629249368685039089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/07/contradicao.html' title='Contradição'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-2072668727344025220</id><published>2009-06-09T22:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:03:34.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFLUERD%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No sabores dos teus lábios, me deleito...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em teu leito...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me deito...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tua boca... com sabor de mel...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Retira teu véu...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me leva ao céu...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teus lábios... com doces e quentes...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nos meus... fervente...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teu corpo ardente...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tua hálito morno de hortelã...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não te quero sã...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te quero com canela e maçã...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tua boca a minha hei de buscar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meus beijos há de roubar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beijo com gosto que quer amar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lascívia... tua boca há de me morder...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o sangue a de escorrer...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No desejo há de lamber...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Essa boca com gosto de amor...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que me beija com ardor...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E me cura da dor...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Essa boca... com mais de mil sabores...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pintada de várias cores...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Poucos beijos de amores...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Há de me beijar eternamente...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em meus sonhos ou pessoalmente...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apaixonadamente...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-2072668727344025220?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/2072668727344025220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/sabores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2072668727344025220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2072668727344025220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/sabores.html' title='Sabores...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7111952430511952233</id><published>2009-06-09T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:02:52.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo...</title><content type='html'>Quero em teu corpo me perder...&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a luz tênue do luar... enlouquecer...&lt;br /&gt;E do mundo esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre um lençol de cetim...&lt;br /&gt;Rastejas lascívia até mim...&lt;br /&gt;Para um noite a dois enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua boca busca a minha com desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Arranca minha roupa como almejo...&lt;br /&gt;E meu peito nu cobre de beijos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te devoro a carne crua...&lt;br /&gt;Toco com ânsia a pele tua...&lt;br /&gt;Te quero toda nua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo-lhe pescoço... ombro... seio...&lt;br /&gt;Em minha boca, outro, beijo-lhe no meio...&lt;br /&gt;Teu primeiro orgasmo veio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumo ao teu ventre, desço lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;Sussurras... gemes... grita loucamente...&lt;br /&gt;Clama por meu toque... insanamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frente a teu sexo... beijo-lhe com sofreguidão...&lt;br /&gt;Prende minha cabeça com a mão...&lt;br /&gt;Explodes... e perdes a razão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada detalhe de corpo... por minha boca é explorada...&lt;br /&gt;Beijo-lhe a boca com a luxuria tomada...&lt;br /&gt;Tomas meu corpo descontrolada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joga-me na cama... agora exploras o corpo meu...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto extasiado, os passeios dos lábios teus...&lt;br /&gt;Tua boca me devora e eu vejo o céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo-me... de joelhos sento-a junto a mim...&lt;br /&gt;Sentes entrar-te até o fim...&lt;br /&gt;No ar... o perfume da luxuria e de capim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com desejo... ritmados numa surda canção...&lt;br /&gt;Bailamos a dança dos instintos da emoção...&lt;br /&gt;Rolamos em harmonia e paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija-te a boca... jogo-a para por cima te ter...&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me nos olhos... meu olhar quer ver...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto meu corpo o seu faz mulher ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritamos em desesperado clamor...&lt;br /&gt;Tuas unhas me dão prazer e dor...&lt;br /&gt;Teu beijo tem gosto de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aumento a pressão e a vontade...&lt;br /&gt;Mordes meus ombros com maldade...&lt;br /&gt;No clímax... somos do outro a metade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ar... um grito surdo... abafado&lt;br /&gt;Deitados... olham-se extasiados...&lt;br /&gt;Beijam-se... apaixonados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-7111952430511952233?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/7111952430511952233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7111952430511952233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7111952430511952233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/desejo.html' title='Desejo...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7959270538372078284</id><published>2009-06-09T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:02:07.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFLUERD%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.western, li.western, div.western 	{mso-style-name:western; 	mso-margin-top-alt:auto; 	margin-right:0cm; 	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; 	margin-left:0cm; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está bem longo... mas é uma das manias de poeta... e a ansia por escrever... e o descontrole quando se começa... rsrs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Já teve um daqueles sonhos que eram tao reais... mas tao reais... que voce passou o dia triste, porque foi só um sonho? Pois então... tive um desses essa noite... e só agora me dei conta que era apenas um sonho.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Ao deitar-me essa madrugada, fiz minha orações e agradecimentos a Deus... por um dia de vida... por tudo que tenho e tudo que conquistei... por todos os bons e eternos amigos que ganhei no correr de minha curta vida... e num rompante de lembranças não vividas... agradeci a Deus por tê-la encontrado... e conversando com Ele, roguei por ti... Que Ele abençoasse cada segundo de sua vida... e mantivesse em ti tudo aquilo que vejo...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;E com os pensamentos fixo em sua imagem... acabei por adormecer e sonhar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;No sonho... eu caminhava sem rumo... como em meus poemas... observando a Lua... e nela enxergava seu rosto... e senti em meu coração, como se um manto o encobrisse e aquecesse... e segui andando... noite a dentro caminhando numa penumbra fria...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;De repente... o despertar da aurora... e o horizonte se pintou de um tom rosado e radiante... o cheiro do orvalho se instalou no ambiente... e caminhando prossegui...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Ao final de uma estrada... sentada em um pequeno banco... avisto uma mulher...de cabeça baixa... estava lendo algo... e ao virar para mim... vejo... seus traços suaves... porem firmes... olhos profundos... misteriosos... hipnotizantes... com a cor do ambar... e uma magnitude divina... um olhar sério mas que, ao avistar-me ao longe, deixou escapar um breve sorriso de satisfação... com a radiante luz do sol ao nascer... não consegui acreditar em que meus olhos viam... a dez passos de distancia... ainda brigava com meu lado racional se estava tendo uma visão alucinógena da longa caminhada noturna... ou se realmente estava ali a nove passos de sua presença... oito passos... o coração estava a ponto de fugir-me a boca... sete passos... minhas mãos suavam como que por calor, apesar da temperatura amena... seis passos... o sorriso dela é ainda mais lindo pessoalmente... cinco passos... esse perfume que inalo, não sei se proveniente das flores ao redor... ou se exalado por ela... quatro passos... um sorriso foge-me a boca... tres passos... ela se levanta e me espera... tao linda quanto sempre imaginei... dois passos... estica a mão, para minha segurar... um passo... ouço sua voz cantada dizer “estava te esperando”... dedos entrelaçados... olhos nos olhos... sorrisos se desfazendo para juntar dois labios sequiosos um do outro... um terno e suave beijo... bocas gulosas sem entregam a luxuria deliciosa do amor... um minuto... dez... vinte... uma hora... o tempo não importa... só aquele momento... duas almas... um só ideal... dois corações... um mesmo sonho... dois solitários que com as dores do amor já sofreram tudo que se pode sofrer... completando-se...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Ao término... novos sorrisos... mãos dadas... caminham juntos... conversando sobre o tudo... sobre o nada... filosofam... oram... riem... e até vertem lágrimas de tão feliz união... e as horas passam como se fossem segundos... quando menos percebem... já se pôs o sol e a lua se faz presente... e ambos estão sem sono... sem fome... tudo que precisam é um do outro... num turbilhão de imagens... o cenário muda... e não é mais a relva que contempla... mas os lençóis de cetim... de uma confortável cama gigante... ansioso... como se esta até fosse sua primeira vez... eu a aguardava sentado ao pé da cama... de repente... uma porta se abre e eis que voce surge novamente... mais linda que um mais lindos dos sonhos... mais perfeita que a mais amada das Deusas... com o corpo semi nu... coberto apenas por uma fina e transparente peça intima... caminha em minha direção...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Ternamente... toca meu rosto com carinho... e num sussurro, diz que me ama...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;E percebo que realmente... está será minha primeira vez... minha primeira vez contigo... minha primeira vez com Amor verdadeiro... e ainda que no decorrer da noite... a libido... o pecado da luxuria... façam-se presentes em cada gesto... em cada ação... ainda sim... nos olhos... vê-se o regozijo das almas por estarem se amando de maneira tão plena... se entregando não somente ao prazer da carne... mas ao prazer do espírito... consagrado pelos Deuses...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Mas... voltando ao momento... após sussurrar aquelas três palavras em meu ouvido... levanto-me a tomo em meus braços... num terno abraço... e suavemente... beijo-lhe os lábios... enquanto minhas grandes mãos exploram os detalhes de seu deliciosos e perfeito corpo... sinto a suavidade de sua pele na ponta de meus dedos... e o calor que emana do seu corpo em contato com o meu... deito-a na enorme cama e parando ao seu lado... volto a beijá-la... e suavemente... invadindo as parte mais intimas do seu ser... num suspiro seu... percebo que está a ponto de atingir o climax somente com essas simples carícias... largando por hora seus lábios... passo a explorar agora seu corpo com os meus lábios... e sinto o sabor delicioso que tens... beijos no pescoço... que vão descendo aos ombros... aos braços... os seios nus estão eriçados... e ternamente beijo um... e depois o outro... antes de... com ascendente desejo... devorá-los numa bocada... um após o outro... em seus olhos... o desejo é evidente... mais ao sul... continuo minha viagem... por sua barriga... seu ventre... beijo cada detalhe de seu monte de vênus... e antes de deparar-me com a mais perfeita obra prima de Deus... exploro o contorno de suas pernas... a rigidez de sua panturrilha... até seus pés devoro-os com prazer... e volto rumo ao norte para sentir em minhas maos... dedos e labios o sabor do seu ser... minutos que podem bem ter sido horas passam-se e meu desejo ainda não esta contido... quero mais... tomo-a com paixão e uno nossos corpos num único desejo... por horas rolamos e reviramos a cama... sempre com desejo contínuo e permanente... e mesmo sem folegos mais... permanecemos amando-nos cada segundo mais...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Após horas... que bem podem ter sido dias... deparamo-nos com o esgotamento de nossas forças vitais... deitada sobre meu peito... adormecesses com um apaixonado sorriso nos lábios... e eu... num espelho estrategicamente posto no teto de nossa cama... observo o contraste entre nossos corpos... como o Yin e Yang... duas partes opostos.. com gostos e preferencias diferentes... mas com um único sentimento igual... o amor... se unem em perfeita simetria e exatidão... completando-se...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Depois deste pensamento filosofico... observo-a adormecer... sua respiração suave e uniforme... tranquila... realizada... sinto o pulsar do seu coração ao mesmo ritmo calmo e forte do meu... o sentimento é mutuo... e sorrio... com um único pensamento em minha mente...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;“Sou o homem mais feliz do mundo... pois mesmo após decepções amorosas... ainda sim... tenho a chance de viver um novo e tão puro amor... que deixa para trás minhas histórias tristes do passado, e só me fazem pensar no presente... e desejar... com muita fé... num lindo futuro... Deus... como amo-a.... e por ela... faria tudo para fazê-la feliz... jamais permitiria que de sua alma uma unica lagrima rolasse... por ela... aos ceus e inferno passaria... somente para ser digno deste amor que me faz também... para tê-la... e para fazê-la feliz... ao inferno inteiro desafiaria... aos portões do céu clamaria para O próprio abençoar-nos... do sol roubaria o calor e da lua lhe traria uma pedra para compará-la ao seu encanto... Oh Deus... e que se isso for um sonho... que eu não desperte jamais”...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Infelizmente... despertei... e durante todo o dia não consegui pensar em outra coisa... senão neste sonho... que de tão real... deixou triste o dia todo por não ter passado de um simples sonho...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Mas um sonho que... agora percebo a gravidade da situação... um sonho que desejo ver realizado... um dia...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;{{dispensa comentários...}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-7959270538372078284?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/7959270538372078284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7959270538372078284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7959270538372078284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/sonho.html' title='Sonho...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-6405030048302359564</id><published>2009-06-04T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:37:50.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>À um Anjo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um iluminado sorriso... que sempre sonhei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um olhar misterioso... profundo... marcante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lábios sedutores... conquiste... encante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma beleza rara... que jamais imaginei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encontros e desencontros... linhas da vida cruzadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Erros do passado... que não se repetirão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois o que passou não mais voltará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duas almas... vidas entrelaçadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouve-se o doce sussurro do coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só ao destino cabe a história que virá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[...as palavras por si só se expressam...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa Tolice Que é o Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se me fosse possível... tua boca beijaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E em teus lábios me perderia num amor sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em teus braços me envolveria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E jamais permitiria que se afastasse de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Numa troca de olhares... as palavras morreriam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E na troca de outro beijo... a solidão chegaria ao fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus dedos... por sua face passeariam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sobre os delicados contornos do seu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E outros beijos ainda nos levariam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao verdadeiro paraíso terreno conhecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E quando o sol no horizonte se caísse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E a lua e as estrelas no céu se fizessem aparecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em meu coração... sentiria que o vazio sumisse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E em seu lugar... uma semente de pura paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para esquecer a dor que um dia sentisse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nossas almas se jurariam numa feliz união...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chegaria o fim da tristeza... do rancor... e da dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E seguiríamos somente o que diz o coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E mais uma vez... acreditaríamos naquela tolice que é o Amor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Martins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Algumas pessoas surgem do nada em nossas vidas, pela tela de um computador, num encontro casual, numa troca de rápidos olhares, enfim, não importa... o que importa é a intensidade com que essas pessoas se conectam e se completam... tornando ridiculamente tolos os corações, que devaneiam em ilusões...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-6405030048302359564?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/6405030048302359564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-anjo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6405030048302359564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6405030048302359564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-anjo.html' title='À um Anjo...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-5438569869786247623</id><published>2009-06-03T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:50:29.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória de Minhas Putas Tristes - Parte2</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFLUERD%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; 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	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Havia achado, sempre, que morrer de amor não era outra coisa alem de uma licença poética. Naquela tarde, de regresso para casa outra vez, sem o gato e sem ela, comprovei que não apenas era possível, mas que eu mesmo, velho e sem ninguém, estava morrendo de amor. E também percebi que era valida a verdade contraria: não trocaria por nada neste mundo as delicias do meu desassossego. Havia perdido mais de quinze anos tratando de traduzir os cantos de Leopardi, e so naquela tarde os senti a fundo: Ai de mim, se for amor, como atormenta”. (Pág. 94)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trecho do livro de Gabriel Garcia Márques "Memórias de Minhas Putas Tristes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFLUERD%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Mais a frente desta obra, deparei-me com o seguinte parágrafo...E a epifania me veio em forma de canção...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Admirado com tais palavras... nada mais pude crer se não em tudo que já acreditava...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Amor... por si só... é o ápice dos sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acima da felicidade... acima da tristeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acima do bem o do mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acima da morte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faz-nos sofrer... e chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dá-nos o desejo de morrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou de matar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda que levemos a vida inteira para viver o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao menos uma vez... e que o restante da vida seja lamentações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas a satisfação de tê-lo presenciado o acompanhará para a eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E o desamor... que é o sentimento daqueles que não conhecem a verdadeira face do Amor... é a ilusão dos sentidos terrenos... dos prazeres viciados da carne... a impureza da alma... a licença para a morte... e a permanência nos tormentos do inferno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois pelo amor... de uma historia... de várias histórias... de uma ou de muitas vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por ele... vive-se no inferno... mas com a satisfação de ao menos uma vez... ter amado!! - Gabriel Martins]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7009696114418600582-5438569869786247623?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/5438569869786247623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/memoria-de-minhas-putas-tristes-parte2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5438569869786247623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5438569869786247623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/memoria-de-minhas-putas-tristes-parte2.html' title='Memória de Minhas Putas Tristes - Parte2'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-2301995284819516042</id><published>2009-06-03T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:50:57.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória de Minhas Putas Tristes - Parte1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Descobri que minha obsessão por cada coisa em seu lugar, cada assunto em seu tempo, cada palavra em seu estilo, nao era um premio merecido de uma mente em ordem, mas, pelo contrario, todo um sistema de simulação inventado por mim para ocultar a desordem da minha natureza. Descobri que não sou disciplinado por virtude, e sim como reação contra a minha negligencia; que pareço generoso para encobrir minha mesquinhez, que me faço passar por prudente quando na verdade sou desconfiado e sempre penso o pior, que sou conciliador para não sucumbir às minha cóleras reprimidas, que só sou pontual para que ninguém saiba como pouco me importa o tempo alheio. Descobri, enfim, que o amor não é um estado da alma e sim um signo do zodíaco”. (Pág. 74)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFLUERD%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Liberation Serif"; 	mso-font-alt:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"Bitstream Vera Sans"; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:none; 	mso-hyphenate:none; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Liberation Serif"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Bitstream Vera Sans"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-font-kerning:.5pt; 	mso-fareast-language:#00FF;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trecho extráido do livro de Gabriel Garcia Márques "Memórias de Minhas Putas Tristes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Após a leitura deste parágrafo, percebi que é verdade o que dizem... há livros que realmente nos cativam de tal modo, que sentimo-nos como a própria personagem. Apesar da personagem desta obra somente ter conhecido o amor ao atingir a incrível idade dos 90 anos, simplesmente desfruto deste sentimento tal qual como o é... sem virgulas ou meias verdades... sem tirar nem pôr acento a mais...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-2301995284819516042?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/2301995284819516042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/memoria-de-minhas-putas-tristes-parte1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2301995284819516042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2301995284819516042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/memoria-de-minhas-putas-tristes-parte1.html' title='Memória de Minhas Putas Tristes - Parte1'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-5922352173395896327</id><published>2009-06-03T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:23:42.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema à Taíse</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toda vez que olho o céu estrelado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Deus faço um simples pedido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imploro para que dê a ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somente o que precisas para ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E isso se resume em uma única palavra: Amor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em cada segundo do seu dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um novo sopro de felicidade dos céus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A cada sopro de felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus beijos jogados ao vento para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde estiver... sentir que alguém em voce, pensa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Veja a Lua no céu ao cair da noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouça o seu terno sussurro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conseguirás ouvir que é minha voz que diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em prece, que jamais perca esse esplendor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Menina com jeito de mulher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inspiração do humilde poeta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nórdica Deusa dos contos antigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há de saber que em meus devaneios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andas Soberana em meus pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diva de minhas canções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esperança de minha cansada alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma luz na escura caverna da solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sereia dos contos de fada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela que repousa em meu coração!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{{Gabriel Martins}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Para alguem que se tornou muito especial... e que... apesar da distancia de quilometros que nos separam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posso facilmente sentir sua presença... pois ela mora em meu coração!!]&lt;br /&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/7009696114418600582-5922352173395896327?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/5922352173395896327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/poema-taise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5922352173395896327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5922352173395896327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/06/poema-taise.html' title='Poema à Taíse'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-204699919001840862</id><published>2009-05-21T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:15:33.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo... dos labios doces como o mel...&lt;br /&gt;Sem fel...&lt;br /&gt;Como o Ceu...&lt;br /&gt;Labios delineados com perfeição...&lt;br /&gt;Beijos com paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Emoção...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo... de vermelho pintado...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo implorado...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo roubado...&lt;br /&gt;Olhos fechados... o coração a pulsar...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de amar...&lt;br /&gt;De se entregar...&lt;br /&gt;O halito mornos... a boca semi aberta...&lt;br /&gt;Vontade certa...&lt;br /&gt;Sentidos em alerta...&lt;br /&gt;Dedos entrelaçados, como em oração...&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão em outra mão...&lt;br /&gt;Palpita o coração...&lt;br /&gt;O toque suave dos lábios sequiosos...&lt;br /&gt;Suaves e amorosos...&lt;br /&gt;Ternos e deliciosos...&lt;br /&gt;Linguas travam uma batalha furiosa...&lt;br /&gt;Harmoniosa...&lt;br /&gt;Libidinosa...&lt;br /&gt;No labio inferior... dentes...&lt;br /&gt;Quentes...&lt;br /&gt;Ardentes...&lt;br /&gt;Suspiros e respirações ofegantes...&lt;br /&gt;Cortantes...&lt;br /&gt;Constantes...&lt;br /&gt;Separam-se os lábios... olhos semi cerrados...&lt;br /&gt;Olhares apaixonados...&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos abençoados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Aos lábios vermelhos que jamais tocarei... rsrs... Eis querida amiga... Minha homenagem a teus lindos lábios...)&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7009696114418600582-204699919001840862?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/204699919001840862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/tentacoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/204699919001840862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/204699919001840862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/tentacoes.html' title='Tentações'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-6299899787514366586</id><published>2009-05-19T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:32:20.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>_ .amores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Um presente de uma pessoa maravilhosa!!! Amo-te, minha musa querida!!! Eterna amiga... meu Serafim!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amores perdidos&lt;br /&gt;partidos&lt;br /&gt;sub nutridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amores com dores&lt;br /&gt;rancores&lt;br /&gt;sem valores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amores vadios&lt;br /&gt;vazios&lt;br /&gt;tardios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amores sem cor&lt;br /&gt;com dor&lt;br /&gt;seja como for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amores errados&lt;br /&gt;atravessados&lt;br /&gt;desavisados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amores rápidos&lt;br /&gt;ávidos&lt;br /&gt;cálidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amores cansados&lt;br /&gt;amassados&lt;br /&gt;vazados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amores sem palavras&lt;br /&gt;de caras amarradas&lt;br /&gt;de pessoas afastadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;para Gabriel, meu eterno poeta sonhador em busca de seu amor&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;_.patricia rossi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7009696114418600582-6299899787514366586?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/6299899787514366586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/amores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6299899787514366586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6299899787514366586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/amores.html' title='_ .amores!'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-6038210343911567418</id><published>2009-05-19T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:33:34.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taíse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e posso vê-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Linda, sensual, atraente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De olhos fechados posso tê-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nua, sobre o lençol de cetil, ardente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teu corpo, queimando com ardor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tua boca de beijos ferventes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com os olhos cerrados... vejo-a, amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Serena e sensualmente... até mim, caminhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E com instintivo desejo, atende meu clamor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De em teus róseos lábios me deliciar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E sob o céu estrela de sua boca me perder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enquanto vosso divino corpo sinto pulsar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deitada de lado... posto-me a te ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Curvas simétrica e perfeitamente deliciosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pele tão suave e terna de se ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um perfume que transpira cenas voluptuosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O olhar... transmite desejo e sedução...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um misto de amor... com malicia libidinosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Repleto de desejo, deito ao teu lado no colchão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deitado por trás de ti, tiro-lhe a unica fita a vestí-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ousada e lascivamente, jogo nossos corpos ao chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com cada célula do meu corpo, posso sentí-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bocas vorazes... unhas e dentes... paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palavras sussurradas ao ouvido posso ouví-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olhos nos olhos... almas selando sua união...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bocas não se desgrudam... o extase é eminente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num lampejo de luz e desencarno... tudo é escuridao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O suspiro de satisfação... a falta de ar diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedos entrelaçados... beijos... se apaixonando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E nada no mundo importa... so este momento para gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque duas almas que amaram demais, estão novamente, amando!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Para Taíse... queria que nosso romance não fosse apenas virtual... e ter chance de tentar fazê-la feliz... mas... quem eu sou??? E que peça do Destino de nos fazer tão distantes um do outro...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-6038210343911567418?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/6038210343911567418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/taise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6038210343911567418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6038210343911567418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/taise.html' title='Taíse'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7911333322179011957</id><published>2009-05-17T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:28:07.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilho do Luar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fascinado, o poeta encara a Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu brilho perolado... encantado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sozinho ele caminha pela rua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lua, ele observa... hipnotizado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu ar misterioso... atraente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sozinho... olha a Lua... apaixonado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em seu coração, o brilho quente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em sua alma... o platônico amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No corpo... de verdade sente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O brilho do luar... Um brilho de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olhos de âmbar... sonhos e paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boca delineada... beijos com ardor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sente-se se a paixão, no suor da mão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sente-se o perfume, o aroma no ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sente-se a vida, o sangue no coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quer se entregar... quer amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quer sonhar... quer viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quer que a lua esse amor venha abençoar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E para sempre... feliz ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/7009696114418600582-7911333322179011957?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/7911333322179011957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/brilho-do-luar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7911333322179011957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7911333322179011957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/brilho-do-luar.html' title='Brilho do Luar'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7666892895935010473</id><published>2009-05-14T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:56:32.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não quero mais amar, porquê...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... os dias se arrastam sem a tua presença...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... ninguém me completará como voce o fez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... me torturo com sua ausência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... o mundo não tem mais aquela tez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... não calor que me aqueça como o seu abraço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... nem beijo que me dê o tamanho desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... meu coração hoje é puro aço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... e não há outra que mais almejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... o ar fica cada segundo mais pesado de respirar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... nenhuma comida ou bebida tem mais sabor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... minha alma não agüenta mais chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... meu coração não suporta mais sofrer de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... hoje, minha melhor amiga é a solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... a lua vez ou outra vem me ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... a sete chaves tranquei meu sofrido coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... e não mais tenho felicidade no me viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Viver do passado não nos permite viver o presente e sonhar com o futuro... mas quando o passado ainda esta impregnado em nossa alma... é dificil pensar no presente ou desejar qualquer outro futuro... mas é necessário...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-7666892895935010473?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/7666892895935010473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-nao-quero-mais-amar-porque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7666892895935010473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7666892895935010473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-nao-quero-mais-amar-porque.html' title='Eu não quero mais amar, porquê...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-203994714693949528</id><published>2009-05-14T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:10:09.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Amo Voce, PorquÊ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... esqueço de mim quando estou com voce... e nada mais importa no mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... penso em voce a cada segundo do meu dia... e conto os segundos para te ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... e sonho todas as noites com voce... nos momentos de felicidade e amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... entrego-lhe meu coração embrulhado de presente... e não me importo com o que faça com ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... sinto-me completo ao seu lado... como se eu fosse incompleto antes de voce entrar em minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... acredito em contos de fada ao seu lado... como a historia da bela que se apaixonou pela fera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... eu sou outra pessoa ao seu lado... não amo só voce... mas quem me torno estando com voce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... cada célula do meu corpo clama pelo seu... por seus afagos... carinhos... perfumes... beijos... jeitos de amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... o mundo é colorido ao seu lado... tudo tem vida... tudo é música... tudo é lindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... me cego para qualquer outra mulher... porque para mim voce é linda... é maravilhosa... linda... perfeita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... o seu beijo é o único que desejo ter o resto de minha vida... e outra boca eu não quero nem desejo ter... so a sua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... para mim cada detalhe do seu corpo faz eu me perder em prazeres... num misto de virtude e pecado... amor e libido... prazer carnal e metafísico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... cada vez que vejo o seu sorriso... sinto minha alma se irradiar de felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... cada vez que vejo uma lagrima tua... dilacera-me o coração não poder ajuda-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... quando não estou com voce... sinto sua presença em meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... acredito no destino e acredito que ele me trouxe voce para que eu saiba o que é a felicidade e aprenda o que significa amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... foi aprendendo a amar voce... que realmente acreditei que existe Deus... e Ele se manifestou de verdade... abençoando nossa união...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Para alguém que é muito especial para mim... mas como somos peões no jogo do destino, este não quis abençoar nossa eterna união... ainda sim... foi um dos melhores capítulos de minha vida...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-203994714693949528?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/203994714693949528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-amo-voce-porque.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/203994714693949528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/203994714693949528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-amo-voce-porque.html' title='Eu Amo Voce, PorquÊ...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-794714320188075951</id><published>2009-05-11T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:37:35.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/Sgj89iOQ1xI/AAAAAAAAAHU/57Bm8MUinyQ/s1600-h/solidao4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/Sgj89iOQ1xI/AAAAAAAAAHU/57Bm8MUinyQ/s320/solidao4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791892709201682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lágrimas de minh’alma brotam...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rolam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Queimam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A alma enferma está debilitada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Torturada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dilacerada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O triste coração esta perdido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Partido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os olhos inchados ficaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Choraram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Choraram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tremulas mãos ao peito aperta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alerta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desperta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mãos unidas numa oração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por perdão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas no fim, ninguém aparece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esquece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desaparece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aos poucos a esperança deixa de existir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vai partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sozinho, no mundo caminhará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A amar voltará?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quererá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-794714320188075951?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/794714320188075951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/lagrimas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/794714320188075951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/794714320188075951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/lagrimas.html' title='Lágrimas'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/Sgj89iOQ1xI/AAAAAAAAAHU/57Bm8MUinyQ/s72-c/solidao4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-4369942454320699592</id><published>2009-05-09T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:49:04.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sol e a Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SgZcm0O-0_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WVQdWgFFrdo/s1600-h/sol+e+lua2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SgZcm0O-0_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WVQdWgFFrdo/s320/sol+e+lua2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334052630593197042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Solitário o poeta observa a Lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teu brilho e tua majestade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu mistério...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em sua límpida face perolada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vê o vulto do sorriso da amada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E sonha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como o Sol e a Lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amantes que se amam e não podem se ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se vê como o Sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iluminando... Dando esperança... Fé... Calor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas inconsolável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois seu Amor não pode ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não pode tocá-la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem de perto olha-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tampouco toma-la em seus braços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E com ela viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dia após dia ele sozinho chora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ao cair da noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Antes do crepúsculo total...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Choram Sol e Lua ao se verem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lágrimas lavam suas almas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E sozinha, agora a Lua chora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Envolta em suas brumas frias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como penitência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brilha o mais forte que pode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para ao Sol se fazer ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E aos amantes admiradores teus inspira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As criaturas noturnas a ti veneram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas em seu ser tudo que sentes é dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por não poder viver o seu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando desponta no horizonte a chegada da Aurora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em sua perolada face volta o sorriso a brilhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De longe vosso amado olhará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ele... à ela eternamente amará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-4369942454320699592?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/4369942454320699592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-sol-e-lua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4369942454320699592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4369942454320699592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-sol-e-lua.html' title='O Sol e a Lua'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SgZcm0O-0_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WVQdWgFFrdo/s72-c/sol+e+lua2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7514275407849779176</id><published>2009-05-02T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:26:31.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pôr do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mirando o horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;Ele vê o passado&lt;br /&gt;E nele os sonhos para o futuro...&lt;br /&gt;Futuro que nunca virá...&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que não se realizarão...&lt;br /&gt;Sob o por do sol...&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas escorrem de sua face...&lt;br /&gt;Embaçam seu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Caem em seu peito...&lt;br /&gt;Entram em seu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Que também chora...&lt;br /&gt;Sentado ao pé do penhasco...&lt;br /&gt;Ri de sua melancólica vida...&lt;br /&gt;Ira-se com a ironia da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Amaldiçoa a já amaldiçoada vida...&lt;br /&gt;Como um andarilho...&lt;br /&gt;Vaga pelas noites em busca de conforto...&lt;br /&gt;Que não vem...&lt;br /&gt;Ajoelha-se e ora em busca de perdão...&lt;br /&gt;Que não tem...&lt;br /&gt;Vislumbra os últimos raios de sol...&lt;br /&gt;Que o iluminam como em uma benção...&lt;br /&gt;Secando suas lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando seu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Erguendo a cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Mira o horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;E numa prece silenciosa...&lt;br /&gt;Roga o perdão que nunca veio...&lt;br /&gt;Uma última vez...&lt;br /&gt;Reza pedindo o conforto...&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca teve...&lt;br /&gt;E erguendo-se... deixa o passado...&lt;br /&gt;E salta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-7514275407849779176?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/7514275407849779176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-do-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7514275407849779176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7514275407849779176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-do-sol.html' title='Pôr do Sol'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-6719621595950528377</id><published>2009-04-30T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:06:50.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinda de um Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ante o alta celeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um anjo clama por um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De viver entre as almas perdidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E a elas a felicidade levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lhes ensinar a amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sorrir, a cantar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prece ouvida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desce o anjo ao reino dos mortais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Almas perdidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem salvação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com vazio coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não mais ouvidas em sua oração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eis que o anjo a tudo encontra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dor... sofrimento... tristeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amargura... desamor... horror...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De pouco em pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O ser celestial a todos conquista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sua melodiosa voz a sussurrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seus brilhantes olhos a ofuscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu bom coração a purificar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lindo anjo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A todos encantou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conquistou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apaixonou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-6719621595950528377?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/6719621595950528377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/vinda-de-um-anjo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6719621595950528377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6719621595950528377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/vinda-de-um-anjo.html' title='Vinda de um Anjo'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7487798506345615540</id><published>2009-04-30T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:52:42.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentro de mim, Habita o Caos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frente ao espelho, ele observa-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A imagem refletida desconhecida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olhos nos olhos... estranha-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dentre te ti... Imagens destorcidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vagas... Distantes... Irreconhecíveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outras lembranças... de outras vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vidas felizes... Passados incríveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorrisos... Paz... Alegria... Felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recordações de tempos memoráveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em seu reflexo... uma vida de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com amor... feliz... com satisfação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma alma voando com liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estilhaços voando até o chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No espelho partido, o punho fechado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotas grossas de sangue escorrendo da mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num rompante, esta ajoelhado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mirando os fragmentos do espelho partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Novamente se ve mergulhando no passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A dor de sonhos destruídos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A imagem de si vertendo lágrimas de dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um passado que parece jamais ter existido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olha a mão com sangue... uma marca do seu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mostra que a vida não é só momentos maus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A dualidade da alma... guerra e paz... coragem e pavor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim, habita o caos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{Obrigado novamente, minha musa-amiga-poeta [P.!] ... pela idéia para este poema... Amo-te querida amiga}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-7487798506345615540?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/7487798506345615540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/dentro-de-mim-habita-o-caos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7487798506345615540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7487798506345615540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/dentro-de-mim-habita-o-caos.html' title='Dentro de mim, Habita o Caos'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-8908958828210132883</id><published>2009-04-27T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:43:49.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para Luiz Santigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luzes iluminam a noite fria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Contagia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um bardo, num canto, sua harpa esta tocando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dançando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao longe... passos e vozes alegres de gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com presentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Contentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No centro do salão, a figura homenageada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abraçada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aclamada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorrisos e desejos de felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com bondade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O ator principal neste teatro da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma partida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem despedida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cercado, o poeta ri de satisfação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amigos do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma oração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nos Céus, brilham as estrelas o abençoando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E o consagrando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E adorando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um momento de silencio... o poeta tem algo a dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A todos agradecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma lágrima a correr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De felicidade se poe a chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quer a todos abraçar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A todos presentear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seca tuas lágrimas, a harpa volta-se a ouvir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais amigos a vir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais emoçoes a sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este é o teu dia poeta... aproveite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se deleite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma voz suave, no ouvido, sussurrada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A voz da amada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cantada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um abraço suave... um terno beijo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Almejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Canecas para o ar... palmas para o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem pavor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos juntos... o momento já vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cantam Parabéns  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desejam vosso bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Felicidade, Amor, Paz e Prosperidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao amigo, com humildade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao poeta , de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{Para um grande amigo... que me ensinou muito sobre a Arte de Escrever... do qual sinto muita falta... e a saudades só se equipara no tamanho do meu carinho e respeito por este amigo... Luiz, Parabens por este vosse dia!!! Um forte Abraço}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-8908958828210132883?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/8908958828210132883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/ao-poeta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8908958828210132883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8908958828210132883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/ao-poeta.html' title='Ao Poeta'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-3090954104915369732</id><published>2009-04-20T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:47:09.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Amar Demais</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por amar demais sofri...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não mais sorri...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não mais vivi...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por amar demais chorei...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me magoei...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me fechei...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por amar demais jurei não mais amar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não mais me apaixonar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não mais de entregar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por amar demais abandonei meu coração...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por ele fiz uma oração...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por ele faço essa canção...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por amar demais aprisionei minha alma...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perdi minha calma...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perdi minha alma...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por amar demais conheci a dor do amor...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E todo o seu horror...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E toda sua dor...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por amar demais fiquei desprotegido...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Devia ter agido...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Devia não ter permitido...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por amar demais não sei não amar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não sei não me apaixonar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não sei não me entregar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por amar demais... sofrerei novamente...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Consequentemente...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Infelizmente...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-3090954104915369732?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/3090954104915369732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/por-amar-demais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/3090954104915369732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/3090954104915369732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/por-amar-demais.html' title='Por Amar Demais'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-141906728417273543</id><published>2009-04-20T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:33:43.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotina no Ar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acordar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E ter que levantar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um banho tomar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os dentes escovar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A roupa passar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A roupa usar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O material pegar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;À porta andar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E depois trancar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nas ruas caminhar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ao trabalho rumar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E trabalhar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meio dia parar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para almoçar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E pensar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De volta a trabalhar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando as cinco horas chegar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pra casa voltar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Outro banho tomar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para ir estudar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A noite vai passar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os professores vão lecionar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E eu a anotar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem atenção prestar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E quando o sinal tocar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pra casa retornar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E no caminho a pensar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E a cada passo dar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma lembrança a lembrar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma historia a contar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um passado a chorar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os olhos a lacrimejar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E um coração a orar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sozinho a caminhar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As estrelas a observar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A lua a contemplar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o Céu a abençoar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando em casa chegar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O material no sofá largar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Preparar algo pra jantar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E depois o computador a conectar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os dedos se põem a digitar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Outro poema a resenhar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um cigarro a fumar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E um café a tomar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acordar a sonhar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A cada palavra quer amar..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quer de novo se apaixonar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o coração parará de chorar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As lagrimas irão cessar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E a vida voltará a brilhar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas quando o poema terminar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A rotina irá voltar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O computador desligar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pra cama rumar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O travesseiro ajeitar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A cabeça nele repousar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma prece aos queridos rogar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os olhos irão cerrar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o mundo dos sonhos ira visitar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lá poderá amar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E não irá se magoar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O pranto não irá derramar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E, em fim, feliz irá estar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas quando o relógio tocar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Novamente irá acordar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E a rotina novamente irá começar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-141906728417273543?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/141906728417273543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/rotina-no-ar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/141906728417273543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/141906728417273543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/rotina-no-ar.html' title='Rotina no Ar'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-8912956589935247371</id><published>2009-04-16T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:33:25.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando olhar para o sol...&lt;br /&gt;E ver todo o seu brilho e sentir todo o seu calor...&lt;br /&gt;Quero que lembre que para mim voce é como ele...&lt;br /&gt;Me ilumina e me aquece...&lt;br /&gt;Quando olhar para a lua..&lt;br /&gt;E notar toda sua beleza e misterio...&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que para mim voce é como ela...&lt;br /&gt;Linda... sedutora... charmosa... e quero desvendar todos os seus misterios...&lt;br /&gt;Quando admirar uma noite estrelada...&lt;br /&gt;Pense em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Pois para cada estrela do firmamento, conto um pensamento de amor por voce...&lt;br /&gt;Quando visualizar a imensidao de um oceano..&lt;br /&gt;Lembre deste teu amado...&lt;br /&gt;Que iguala a infinitude dos mares ao amor que habita em meu peito...&lt;br /&gt;Quando terminar de ler essa mensagem...&lt;br /&gt;Tenha a certeza que esta a todo momento em minha mente...&lt;br /&gt;Ocupa todos os espaços do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;És parte de meu espirito imorta... inseparavel do seu eternamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&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/7009696114418600582-8912956589935247371?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/8912956589935247371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8912956589935247371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8912956589935247371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando.html' title='Quando...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-6254067619636366827</id><published>2009-04-15T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:46:10.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Abismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minh’alma triste e perturbada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Busca solitária respostas para sua dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cansada de ser abandonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teme nunca mais encontrar o Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Verte lágrimas de sangue escarlate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clama pelo fim do torturante pavor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As portas do inferno bate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E lá abandona o trucidado coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Antes que a dor do amor a mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Procura exílio na frio da solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Segue sozinha rumo ao nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ao coração roga o seu perdão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No vale das almas perdidas e largadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caminha sem medo ao abismo da morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ao precipício sente-se ser empurrada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salta... entregue a própria sorte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num fundo buraco sem cor nem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sente na face a dor de um fundo corte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E reza pra que a dor termine assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que chegar ao fundo do poço profundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas antes que chegue ao seu fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vê em seu ser imagens de um outro mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde um dia foi feliz e até amou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Antes que a tristeza e a dor o deixasse imundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vê tudo de bom que um dia em si se passou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De repente, uma luz cega-lhe a visão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E sente-se ser erguida até onde saltou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A luz guia-a a uma nova direção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que ofuscada somente pode acompanhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E de repente vê a sua frente o coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que outrora no inferno quis largar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Há coisas na vida que não podemos mudar... Do que passou, guardam-se na memória os bons momentos... Do que vives no momento, sinta cada segundo, pois logo serão passados... Do que virá... nada espere... viva!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Falar é fácil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-6254067619636366827?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/6254067619636366827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-abismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6254067619636366827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6254067619636366827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-abismo.html' title='O Abismo'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-5941618481978892550</id><published>2009-04-06T06:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:39:31.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto à Luxuria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero sentir o sabor do mais doce e delicioso pecado...&lt;br /&gt;Com toques a arrepiar o corpo e expandir o desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Bocas sequiosas a se engolirem com o louco beijo&lt;br /&gt;Dentes a morderem... línguas um delicioso duelo travado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero seios nuas a tocarem meu peito molhado...&lt;br /&gt;Unhas a cravarem minha carne com delirante almejo...&lt;br /&gt;Olhos vidrados nos meus com forte lampejo...&lt;br /&gt;Corações desequilibradamente apaixonados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um grito... Um sussurro... um gemido...&lt;br /&gt;Imagens refletidas por todos os lados...&lt;br /&gt;Bocas... Mãos... Corpos... Unidos com ardor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um beijo... fazer caricias no corpo adormecido...&lt;br /&gt;Olhar o corpo nu ao meu lado... Apaixonado...&lt;br /&gt;Quero amar com luxúria... o corpo e a alma do meu Amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabriel Martins&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/7009696114418600582-5941618481978892550?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/5941618481978892550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/soneto-luxuria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5941618481978892550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5941618481978892550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/soneto-luxuria.html' title='Soneto à Luxuria'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-4963546454821250434</id><published>2009-04-06T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:38:53.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acreditando no Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vagando pelo vale da sombra da morte&lt;br /&gt;Sobre brumas escuras e trepidantes...&lt;br /&gt;Abandonado a sua própria sorte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão e o medo são horripilantes...&lt;br /&gt;A solidão... O aperta o peito e o faz sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;Sente na face o vento gélido e cortante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mente deseja a tudo esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;O coração... Não queria mais amar...&lt;br /&gt;A alma... Vê-se num abismo a descer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer fugir... Quer correr... Quer chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Diante das trevas... seu sofrido coração...&lt;br /&gt;É lançado para não mais se apaixonar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De joelhos... Mãos juntas em uma oração...&lt;br /&gt;Que Eros o deixe em paz eternamente...&lt;br /&gt;E que jamais se entregue a uma paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazio... Vaga de volta a sua vida deprimente...&lt;br /&gt;E não se permite novamente pensar em amor...&lt;br /&gt;Pois o que os olhos não vêem, o coração não sente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mente... Tristes memórias que lhe trazem dor...&lt;br /&gt;E o fazem ter certeza de sua decisão final...&lt;br /&gt;E a tola alma... chora desta com pavor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De não se ver protegida do mal...&lt;br /&gt;De vagar sozinha... Sem sua metade...&lt;br /&gt;De viver só neste mundo horrivelmente irreal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tola alma... assim como o coração... crê num amor de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;E não bastou ter o coração abandonado...&lt;br /&gt;Porque a alma suplica por aquele que afasta as maldades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele volta as gélidas trevas para buscar seu coração largado...&lt;br /&gt;Busca as cegas aquele que o fará novamente sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não mais pode viver como um fraco torturado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho... nas trevas... não consegue com os olhos ver...&lt;br /&gt;E ajoelha em uma nova oração aquele que seu coração guardou...&lt;br /&gt;Para encontrar a razão de seu viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das trevas da ignorância uma luz a seu coração iluminou...&lt;br /&gt;E pode novamente no amor acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;Pois que um querubim Eros enviou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo tudo que ele um dia sonhou encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;Com olhos de uma criança quando está brincando...&lt;br /&gt;E um sorriso fácil de se apaixonar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estende a mão... e das trevas ambos saem caminhando...&lt;br /&gt;Olhos a se fitar... corações no mesmo compasso...&lt;br /&gt;Almas divididas... felizes ao se verem juntas andando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seu coração... a formação de um novo laço...&lt;br /&gt;Nas faces... sorrisos e promessas não ditas...&lt;br /&gt;Um novo amor... forte como o mais puro aço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de passados e dores malditas...&lt;br /&gt;Chega de dor... tristezas... solidão...&lt;br /&gt;É o término de trevas que pareciam infinitas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há novamente amor no coração...&lt;br /&gt;E um mundo onde não existe somente dor...&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova oração abençoando essa união...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele novamente acreditando no Amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabriel Martins&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/7009696114418600582-4963546454821250434?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/4963546454821250434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/acreditando-no-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4963546454821250434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4963546454821250434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/acreditando-no-amor.html' title='Acreditando no Amor'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-8760467640048746857</id><published>2009-04-01T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:21:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selvagem Amor...</title><content type='html'>   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seus olhos... seu olhares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lampejos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desejos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seus lábios... seus beijos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ardência..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Indecência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sua paixão... sua carência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pavor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu fogo... seu ardor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anseio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Devaneio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu corpo... seu seio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perfeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deleito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sua face... meu peito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arfante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Delirante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tua boca... gritante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gozando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu corpo... te amando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paixões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teu suor... nos colchões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Manchados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Molhados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{{Marcas deixadas por dois selvagens corações apaixonados...}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7009696114418600582-8760467640048746857?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/8760467640048746857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/selvagem-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8760467640048746857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8760467640048746857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/selvagem-amor.html' title='Selvagem Amor...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-4973849836285158010</id><published>2009-04-01T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:17:50.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É desejar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desejar estar sempre presente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E sentir de longe o que o outro sente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonhar acordado... a todo momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ao dormir... não tirar o outro do pensamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É despertar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desejar dormir e acordar ao lado do bem amado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E perceber que esta cada vez mais apaixonado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É perceber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que cada detalhe do outro lê atrai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E lhe desperta um desejo que jamais sai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É observar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ver que cada dia que passa ela esta mais linda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem perder o brilho que lhe é bem vinda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É descobrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um detalhe diferente a cada vez que se vêem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E que ela é mais maravilhosa do que crêem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um sabor especialmente delicioso ao beijá-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E sentir em seu intimo que jamais ira deixa-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um futuro lindo entre dois seres que se amam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E que... para ficarem juntos... lutaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É lembrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do cheiro do perfume dela... no meio do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E quanto o desejo em seu coração ainda ardia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É querer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A cada momento mais que os minutos passem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para que chegue o momento que eles parem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É rir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do quão tolo nos tornamos apaixonados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem se importar com nada... nem os passados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se a distancia atrapalha quando querem estar juntos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E sentem o amor gritar bem la no fundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que cada dia que passa... tudo pode mudar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não importa o que aconteça... sempre iram se amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-4973849836285158010?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/4973849836285158010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4973849836285158010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4973849836285158010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/04/amar.html' title='Amar...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-9132362851352541497</id><published>2009-03-30T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:46:04.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saudades do Poeta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelo vidro embaçado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O poeta observa a vida la fora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O mundo não havia mudado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E passam-se as horas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vagando em seus pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perde-se numa imaginária aurora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relembra os doces momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os profundos olhos castanhos a lhe fitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O caminhar em puro contentamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frente a frente... sorrisos a trocar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olhos nos olhos... nenhuma palavra falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bocas unidas... desejo de se amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No beijo... um coral de anjos vem abençoar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dos céus... luzes afastam a escuridão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No coração... o desejo de cantar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abrem-se os olhos... neles se reflete a paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mãos dadas... caminham sem rumo algum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos os sonhos... não foram ilusão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corpos colados... anseio de se tornar um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brilho no olhar... sorrisos sem se conter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Felicidade que não se encontra em lugar nenhum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lábios... Sequiosos de um ao outro ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Línguas travam uma luta deliciosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dentes com desejo de a boca morder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mãos... passeiam por curvas sinuosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trêmulos dedos a face lhe tocam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peitos cobertos palpitam de uma forma maravilhosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os olhos enxergam onde outros não vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vêem o que outros não podem ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visualizam o que há dentro do coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E este... a tempos vazio... abre-se para receber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquilo que a tempos acreditava não existir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas mesmo com medo de sofrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não permite que a chance de amar partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E beijam-se... um delicioso beijo com sabor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um sabor que depois de horas não quer ir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um beijo com sabor de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E dura uma eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E não permite que se aproxime nenhum pavor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Pois o amor quando é de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo vence... a distancia... o tempo... principalmente... a saudade}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-9132362851352541497?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/9132362851352541497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudades-do-poeta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/9132362851352541497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/9132362851352541497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudades-do-poeta.html' title='A Saudades do Poeta...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-3525718135855826689</id><published>2009-03-27T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:36:25.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar... Sinonimo de Sofrer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mergulho numa tristeza profunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Insistindo num passado morto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relembrando momentos já vividos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esperando que o passado retorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Longas noites de um sonho acordado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lindos momentos de uma amor surreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amor este... que me foi negado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E que me levou onde agora estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um pesadelo longe de ter fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ando pelas noites frias a buscar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inspirações mais belas para meus tristes poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada, porem, é capaz de alimentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De felicidade minhas palavras.... e ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aguardo minha musa para meus versos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tanta dor... tanto sofrimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estao concentrados em meu coraçao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A esperança va enche meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minh'alma ainda aguarda o regresso teu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O coraçao tolo... ama e nao esquece o passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Porque amar... é sinonimo de sofrer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-3525718135855826689?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/3525718135855826689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/amar-sinonimo-de-sofrer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/3525718135855826689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/3525718135855826689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/amar-sinonimo-de-sofrer.html' title='Amar... Sinonimo de Sofrer...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-8845994535209141216</id><published>2009-03-15T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:02:32.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VII Sonetos ao Bem Amado...</title><content type='html'>  	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I.Beijo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Roseos, finos, doces como o mel mais adocicado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Delicados... suaves e ternos beijos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saborosos... quentes e cheios de desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um peculiar e distinto pedacinho do céu idolatrado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vorazes... no peito do amante... dentes marcados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luxuria... um alucinante almejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pecado... o doce sabor inesperado beijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na lembrança... a imagem daqueles labios rosados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quente... umido... sequioso de outrem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O beijo... ardente... libidinoso... de paixao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chamas do prazer os consomem com ardor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um beijo com sabor... como o de mais ninguem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suave e terno... nao nos labios... no coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O beijo... não só um beijo... mas um beijo de Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;II.Olhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tão profundos como os olhos de Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miram os meus e veem em minh'alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiram-me a razão... roubam minha calma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ninguem tem olhos como os teus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De um tom vivo e brilhante... os olhos seus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enxergam o que o coração humano clama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E irradiam felicidade quando o coração ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dois Ambares a mirarem-me e dizer-me adeus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olhos... sinceros e felizes... radiantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Misteriosos... charmosos... atraentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Únicos... livres... transbordando bondade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esses olhos... conquistam os distantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alegram a todos os que estão presentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E amam... aqueles que os amam de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;III.Face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doce menina... com um jeitinho misterioso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um olhar maroto... sapeca... encantador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Menina linda... ensina o que é o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com esse sorriso tao belo e bondoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um olhar travesso... um beijo delicioso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duas covinhas... e um risinho desafiador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pele suave... de um magnifico ardor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Belos cabelos... perfumado e fabulosos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hálito morno... um sussurro cantado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao ouvido... um "Eu te amo"... do coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No ar... a fragrancia natural do seu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em seus lábios... um sorriso apaixonado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E nos olhos... o fogo da verdadeira paixao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na face... a certeza de nunca esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IV.Coração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tão puro quanto a fonte mais natural...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tão meigo quanto se poderia ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tão belo como se acabasse de nascer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tão sincero que jamais causaria mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um ser quase que irreal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Belo... forte... corajoso... a ascender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irá longe... muito a vir e a fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Definitivamente... maravilhosa sem igual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um coração... esculpido pelo Divino Mestre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unico e orientado pela Mão Divina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abençoado pelos céus e guiado por Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Passará por todos os mais pesarosos teste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E permanecerá com a face da mais bela menina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem nunca olhar para tras... nem dizer adeus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;V.Desejo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A luxuria toma teu corpo... queimando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ansia de amar a cega... devora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O calor em ti ascende... aflora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O desejo a consome... aumentando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sai arranhando... mordendo... amando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agarra o corpo... gruda... demora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suplicas de amor.. de paixao... agora!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amando... crescendo... beijando... chegando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dois corpos... duas mentes... um coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um ritmo... vários suspiro... um sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um carinho... um alivio... um clamor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A luxuria em dois corações... paixao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O pecado perdoado... a benção... um riso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O prazer... sem pecado... só amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VI.Amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Philos em sua forma mais perfeita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duas almas que se amam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem nada pedir... só se clamam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E a Divina vontade foi feita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E Eros se manisfeta... em seus corações se deita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Homem e mulher se entregam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Novos sentimentos se manisfestam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E eis o ultimo estágio desta seita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aghape em sua mais sublime forma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Amor que Devora... que consome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que contagia a todos de felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duas almas... um unico laço se torna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E... mesmo depois do fim... nao some...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois que este é o Amor de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VII.Fim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os sorrisos radiantes... acabaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E o brilho no olhar... sumiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O calor nos corpos... partiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A troca de olhares... se foram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Almas tristes... vertem lágrimas... choram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O que aconteceu com o que os uniu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por que aquele sonho lindo ruiu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por que os corações se separaram??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na memório... todos os bons momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No coração... a lembrança daquele amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na mente... a duvida de porque foi assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora... a solidão será teu tormento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E nas fotos guardadas... a dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De que foi voce quem causou o fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-8845994535209141216?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/8845994535209141216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/vii-sonetos-ao-bem-amado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8845994535209141216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8845994535209141216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/vii-sonetos-ao-bem-amado.html' title='VII Sonetos ao Bem Amado...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-3138903133273202902</id><published>2009-03-15T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:01:26.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa noite obscura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lua encoberta de nevoas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O faz pensar na dor da solidao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A noite escura e fria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Congelam e torturam-lhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na mente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagens difusas de pessoas passadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O vazio da luxuria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da fraqueza da carne...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da tristeza da alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deitado no marmore gelado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com fracos focos de luz do luar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Envoltou em escuras brumas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele olha a noite vazia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E se identifica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em seu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada alem da esperança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De que?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De um outro recomeço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou de um novo amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguem para quem se entregar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mergulhar de corpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De alma e coração??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A solidão agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tua inimiga ao teu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como tua melhor amiga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela... e a Lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Solitária e apagada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelas tristezas de outrora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luta... sem exito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma batalha perdida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E outra... e outra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem ganhou a guerra??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Antes nada tivesse acontecido... agora é tarde... e o tempo nao volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7009696114418600582-3138903133273202902?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/3138903133273202902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/numa-noite-obscura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/3138903133273202902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/3138903133273202902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/numa-noite-obscura.html' title='Numa noite obscura...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-3389491136450706379</id><published>2009-03-10T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:24:36.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar Voce</title><content type='html'>Amar voce...&lt;br /&gt; Amar voce... é amar o sol...   e o seu calor...   seu brilho... sua magnitude...&lt;br /&gt; Amar voce... é amar a lua... sua magia... seu mistério... sua radiação...&lt;br /&gt; Amar voce... é amar o oceano... sua beleza.. sua calmaria... sua tempestade...&lt;br /&gt; Amar voce... é amar o céu... sua infinitude... seu esplendor... sua vastidão...&lt;br /&gt; Amar voce... é amar a terra... sua riqueza... sua fertilidade... sua vida...&lt;br /&gt; Amar voce... é amar a rosa... sua forma... seu perfume... sua sensualidade...&lt;br /&gt; Amar voce... é simplesmente... amar...&lt;br /&gt; É despertar o melhor de mim... e espantar todo o mal...&lt;br /&gt; É o encontro de Eros... Com Philos... E Ágape...&lt;br /&gt; É como amar o todo... e esquecer o nada...&lt;br /&gt; Amar voce... é tudo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-3389491136450706379?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/3389491136450706379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/amar-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/3389491136450706379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/3389491136450706379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/amar-voce.html' title='Amar Voce'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-4239189716203226434</id><published>2009-03-10T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:21:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voce já amou???</title><content type='html'>Voce já amou uma pessoa, a ponto de esquecer-se do mundo quando esta com ela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sonhou, em sua infância, que um dia encontraria alguem especial, mas quando cresceu, achou que isso só se realizaria em sonhos mesmo e, no dia que esse amor especial apareceu, voce achou que estava sonhando??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em sonhos... já perdeu as contas de quantas vezes aquele sorriso te iluminou em sonhos... e aqueles olhos se cruzam aos seus e o beijo foi inevitavelmente delicioso... e não existia mais ninguem em volta... so voces dois??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce alguma vez já se pegou no meio da rua andando... ou no transito parado... ou na sala de trabalho... à mesa de reuniões... ou na hora do almoço... pensando nela... e no quanto queria estar naquele momento ao seu lado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce por acaso ja parou pra pensar quanto tempo aquela pesso fica em sua mente??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou ja se deu conta de que ela esta ali a cada segundo do seu dia... em cada sonho da sua noite??&lt;br /&gt;Ja se viu com o telefone na mão louco para ligar para ela... só por dois segundo que sejam... somente pra ouvir a voz dela??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza... voce ja deve ter separado pelo menos... uma 1000 musicas que voce tem certeza que é a cara de voces??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ja se pegou em lugares, louco para comprar um presente para ela... mas com aquela duvida horrivel... de quem nao sabe se ela vai gostar ou nao??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já acordou no meio da noite... e ao olhar para o lado... e vendo aquele anjo lindo... passou horas olhando-a dormir??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voce ja deve ter se perguntado o que um ser tao incrivel viu num babaca como voce??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes voce... ao deitar... nao juntou as maos e orou a Deus... agradecendo, do fundo do coração, por ter uma pessoa tao maravilhosa ao seu lado??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voce ja deve ter falado "Meu Deus!! Como voce é linda!!!"... mesmo quando é aquele dia de faxina na casa dela... e ela tá de bermudao e camiseta??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que voce ja assiste filmes de romance e pensa: "Agora é minha vez de ser feliz!!", né??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aposto que voce ja teve aqueles sonho - que a anos atras voce pensava que jamais iria acontecer contigo -, o do casamento de voces???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce ao acaso... ja pensou que amar deveria ser pecado... porque ninguem é merecedor de tanta felicidade por estar ao lado de alguem??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que voce ja olhou no fundo dos olhos dela e... ao se ver la dentro... sente uma euforia que nao consegue entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tambem... eu sei que... ao olhar ela andar... todos seus movimentos parecem em camera lenta... e seus olhos... ao cruzarem com o seu... é como se o mundo fosse perfeito... e quando ela sorri... voce sente que esta nas nuvens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que... quando a vê doente... ou triste... ou mau-humorada... ou ate brava com algo... voce se sente mal... porque se sente impotente... sem muito ter o que fazer... mesmo tentando... se fazendo de palhaço... puxando conversas que a agradam... arriscando um cafuné... ou ate plantando bananeira e equilibrando pratos com os pés enquanto isso... mas ela continua inflexivel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... quando tudo passa... e voce se veem de novo... parece que o céu se abre e tocam harpas celestes... pois tudo esta bem... e aquele sorriso lindo esta novamente naqueles labios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh aqueles labios... tenho absoluta certeza que voce jamais beijou alguem de forma tao intensa... apaixonada... deliciosamente exotica... como beija ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ate sei porque... porque o beijo dela é algo que nao tem definição... é um beijo com gosto... e dizem que os beijos com gostos sao os beijos dos apaixonados... é uma mistura de amor com luxuria... um misto de paixao com entrega... uma loucura que envolve a alma e prende o coração... nunca existiu labios como o dela e... voce sabe... nao quer pensar em um dia separar-se deles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh... como diz a musica... "Estar apaixonado... pode ser muito engraçado..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar apaixonado... é isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É achar "tudu lindu!!"... como diria o Caetano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um bem querer... mais que um querer... nas palavras do Renato...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar apaixonado... ate que pode ser engraçado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é uma graça tao boa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente nem se importa se esta sendo ridiculo ou não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que a gente quer é Amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Dane-se!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles que vao encontrar quem amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-4239189716203226434?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/4239189716203226434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/voce-ja-amou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4239189716203226434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4239189716203226434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/voce-ja-amou.html' title='Voce já amou???'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-4860344089825219334</id><published>2009-03-06T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:37:16.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anís</title><content type='html'>  	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um cálice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Licor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Anis desce suave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No cinzeiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cigarros apagados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E um aceso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As estrelas iluminam a noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E a lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irradia mistério e romantismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Poeta a observa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Admirado... em extase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outro gole do licor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E o doce desliza pela goela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma leve brisa sopra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um trago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E os filetes de fumaça dançam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Circulares e envolventes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A mão toma o lápis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que desliza pela folha em branco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma palavra... 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cinza fumaça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais um gole...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acaba o Anis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pousa o lápis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dobra a folha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olha novamente a lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E da as costa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fim do poema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;{{A rotina do aprendiz de poeta!!!}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-4860344089825219334?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/4860344089825219334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/anis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4860344089825219334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4860344089825219334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/anis.html' title='Anís'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-2351976595327382607</id><published>2009-03-05T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:50:24.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lascívia...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ela caminha até ele...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seu andar...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lento... sereno... provocante...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Em seu corpo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A seda semi transparente...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Não esconde a mais bela obra de Deus...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Suas curvas insinuantes...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sua pele suave... tão leve quanto a se que a envolve...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seu perfume...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Inebriante... agridoce... sensual...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ela o encontra..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Em seu olhar...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fogo... desejo... mistério... amor...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Irradia um brilho encantador...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Realçado pelo tenue luz do luar...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A entrar furtivamente por frestas da janela...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ele a envolve em seus braços...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Longos... fortes... negros...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Negros como seus olhos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Que após enxergarem através da seda&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;que cobre o delicado corpo da amada...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fixam-se nos olhos de ambar de sua parceira..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fitam-se por longos minutos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seus olhares dizem tudo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A paixão... o desejo... a Luxúria... o Amor...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Perdem-se mutuamente em pensamentos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seus lábios... lentamente se encontram...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A princípio... delicados e suaves...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ternos... mornos... românticos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O beijo... passaporte para o amor...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bocas cheias de desejo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Agora devoram-se com devassidão...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As mãos dela...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Acariciam a cabeça do bem amado...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Descem para o pescoço e passeiam sobre as costas...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Puxando-o para junto e dentro de si...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As dele... seguram-lhe os cabelos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Entre os dedos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tocam-lhe os ombros e suavemente encontram os seio...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rígidos... formosos... lindos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Descendo para cintura...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ergue-a para junto de si...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Suspiros...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bocas nao se desgrudam...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sexos se encontram...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Amam-se... mutua e reciprocamente...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O odor dos corpos que se exala...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aumentam suas potencias...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seus desejos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dentes que se cravam nos ombros...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bocas que sugam, como vampiros, os pescoços...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Unhas arrancam filetes de sangue...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dor e amor...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Paixao e prazer...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Homem e mulher...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Por minutos incontáveis...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dois corpos tornam-se um...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Um coração... uma alma...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Um amor!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O extase... para ambos... é divino!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Em seus olhos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A visao do paraiso prometido...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Deitados...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nos olhos dela...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O brilho que so o amor verdadeiro pode explicar...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nos dele... o reflexo daquela que lhe completa a alma...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sobre o peito do amado...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ela recupera a respiração...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Com os olhos vidrados no corpo inerte ao seu peito...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ele desvenda o segredo do amor...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sob a azulada fumaça de dois cigarros acessos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dois corpos se recuperam do choque do prazer...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cada trago... um novo pensamento...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E cada novo pensamento..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Um sonho a dois...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Duas vidas...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tornando-se uma...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eros nasce...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E ressucita em seus discipulos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O significado do Amor!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-2351976595327382607?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/2351976595327382607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/eros.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2351976595327382607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2351976595327382607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/eros.html' title='Eros...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-8965848398396415758</id><published>2009-03-05T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:49:55.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phillos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ao brincar na areia...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sozinho ele imagina sua proxima aventura...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;É um guerreiro solitário...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Que vive uma vida de andarilho...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A enfrentar dificuldades sozinhos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Luta suas lutas e sai vitorioso...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E o menino... e o heroi...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mais uma vez vence sua batalha...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;De longe... a observar...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Outra criança sozinha...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Com mais brinquedos nas mãos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mas cansado de brincar sozinho...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chega perto...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Diz seu nome e pede para brincar tambem...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O outro... tao fascinado... nem escuta...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quer vencer a nova batalha com seu guerreiro...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;De repente... surge outro monstro...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E o primeiro olha para o segundo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Que sorri e se convida para participar...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Então... outra aventura se inicia...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dia a pós dia...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Outras aventuras...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Outras vitorias...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Outras fantasias...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Crescem...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E os guerreiros sao deixados de la...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Caminhanharão sozinhos agora...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pois seus companheiros...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cresceram...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E suas fantasias sao diferentes agora...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Querem brinquedos maiores...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Carros... casas... motos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Juntos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Buscam alcançar seus sonhos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E quando alcançam...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sonham mais...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ambos... juntos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desde pequeno... juntos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Amigos de hoje... de ontem... e para sempre!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Verdadeiros...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Compartilham segredos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O primeiro beijo... a primeira transa...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A primeira decepção... o primeiro emprego...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Os sucessos... os fracassos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A mesa do bar os acompanha agora...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E depois de velhos...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ainda se encontram para jogar conversa fora...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E colocar o papo em dia...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Phillos despertou-os...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E em sua rede de Amor os prendeu...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E mil anos e 300 vidas podem se passar...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eles ainda nao terminaram o chopp...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-8965848398396415758?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/8965848398396415758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/phillos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8965848398396415758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8965848398396415758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/phillos.html' title='Phillos...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-1395620924996320636</id><published>2009-03-04T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:26:50.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem...</title><content type='html'>   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	 	 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mesmo sem te ter,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Te quero.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mesmo sem te ver,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Te enxergo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mesmo sem te abraçar,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Te sinto.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mesmo sem te beijar,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Te desejo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mesmo sem te conhecer,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Te entendo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mesmo sem seu ser,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Te protejo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mesmo sem estar,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Te vejo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mesmo sem me amar,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Te amo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;{Este poema deixa uma incognita no ar... rsrs}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-1395620924996320636?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/1395620924996320636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/sem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1395620924996320636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1395620924996320636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/sem.html' title='Sem...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-3982360925879619195</id><published>2009-03-04T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:24:14.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto para Michelle</title><content type='html'>Menina do olhar matreiro...&lt;br /&gt;Sapeca até no jeito de andar...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso tão lindo que olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Que nos conquista por inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocinha que no espelho quer se olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Quer ficar bonita para seu encontro...&lt;br /&gt;Deixou os brinquedos de lado e procurou outro...&lt;br /&gt;Outro que lhe ensine a brincar de amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocinha com jeito de mulher...&lt;br /&gt;Aprendeu a amar e a dor da paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Teme viver... e ao amor de verdade se entregar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah menina... tens muito que crescer...&lt;br /&gt;Permite que alguém habite seu coração!!&lt;br /&gt;E então... não temerás mais amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-3982360925879619195?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/3982360925879619195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/soneto-para-michelle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Um Querubim despenca dos céus...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;E causa no mundo várias transformações...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Abençoando todos os seus...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Conquistando nossos mortais corações...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Essa Doce criança que irradia felicidade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que está presente em nossas orações...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Marcou nossas vidas de verdade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Deixando em nossos peitos uma esperança...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;De sua presença que emana bondade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;E assim como chegou... deixou lembrança...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Partistes e mais de mil dias ficastes na mente...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;E na alma, sua presença guardada como herança...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas como nada na vida dura eternamente...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A tristeza da sua partida tambem teve fim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Despertando em nós o que dormia tristemente...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eis que retorna o Doce Querubim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Na forma de um lindo Anjo celestial...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Superado a beleza do mais alto Serafim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A gentil menina, hoje é uma mulher de beleza surreal...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Com olhos da cor do mais belo Ambar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;De um brilho puro... límpido... especial...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Suas faces róseas, suaves como uma seda a trabalhar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Contrasta com seu jovial sorriso, mais que encantador...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;E com sua voz... que soa com um coral de anjos a cantar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;O Querubim... hoje é um anjo que aprendeu o Amor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;E envolve-nos em suas palavras, com paixão...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Afastando do peito toda mágoa... tristeza... ou dor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Por ti... gentil e bela dama... entrega-se o coração...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;O mundo em uma caixinha ornamentada...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cria-se um mundo de amor e sem ilusão...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Deixa-se a alma se pegar apaixonada...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Em ti... têm-se o prazer de se viver... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;De se entregar... de se ver a alma feliz, ser dada...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Contigo... inumeras histórias de amor deseja-se ter...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tornar realidade, sonhos a muito sonhados...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;E desejos a muito aprisionados no imortal ser...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Por ti... lindo Anjo... é facil se pegar apaixonado!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;{{Em homenagem à uma amiga muito querida que, após anos, retornou para nossas vidas}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-5607845919111081876?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/5607845919111081876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-juanita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5607845919111081876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/5607845919111081876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-juanita.html' title='Para Juanita...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-3449719336233990020</id><published>2009-02-25T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:43:08.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas</title><content type='html'>Diante de uma encruzilhada depara-se o poeta...&lt;br /&gt;De onde vem... uma historia... um romance... um fim...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos e lágrimas marcam seu passado...&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrada longa...&lt;br /&gt;Onde o poeta aprendeu o que significa Amar...&lt;br /&gt;E amou... de corpo e alma...&lt;br /&gt;Se entregou...&lt;br /&gt;Mas... acabou...&lt;br /&gt;Agora... outros caminhos a seguir...&lt;br /&gt;De um lado...&lt;br /&gt;Uma linda estrada... onde o poeta consegue sorrir novamente...&lt;br /&gt;Mas... podes sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;Por certo irá...&lt;br /&gt;Não teme a dor... já sofreu antes...&lt;br /&gt;Podes novamente...&lt;br /&gt;Mas... ha sempre o mas...&lt;br /&gt;Em outra estrada...&lt;br /&gt;O reencontro de imagens passadas...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de sua feliz juventude...&lt;br /&gt;A reciprocidade no olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Os sorrisos... as emoçoes... os toques...&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão? Devaneio? Delírio?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece tão real...&lt;br /&gt;Mas... sempre o mas...&lt;br /&gt;E se não houver nada?&lt;br /&gt;Só o tormento de uma troca ilusória...&lt;br /&gt;Seria melhor a dor do primeiro caminho...&lt;br /&gt;Ou a ilusão do segundo?&lt;br /&gt;Pela outra estrada...&lt;br /&gt;O frio certo...&lt;br /&gt;A solidão... o rancor... o medo...&lt;br /&gt;O fim do amor... da fé... da esperança...&lt;br /&gt;O caminho dos fracassados...&lt;br /&gt;O castelo da Besta...&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas da Lua...&lt;br /&gt;O exílio do Poeta...&lt;br /&gt;Mas... como sempre... o mas...&lt;br /&gt;Este será seu ultimo caminho...&lt;br /&gt;Não é uma opção...&lt;br /&gt;E por fim...&lt;br /&gt;Tentar voltar...&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar o antigo caminho..&lt;br /&gt;Reaprender a amar...&lt;br /&gt;Novamente se entregar... se deixar viver com a Vida!&lt;br /&gt;Mas... infelizmente o mas...&lt;br /&gt;Esse caminho não depende do Poeta...&lt;br /&gt;Não mais o pertence...&lt;br /&gt;Não é mais bem-vindo...&lt;br /&gt;Para onde ir??&lt;br /&gt;Por onde seguir??&lt;br /&gt;A dor da insegurança?&lt;br /&gt;A incerteza do que é real ou ilusão??&lt;br /&gt;Ou o Exílio... trite... frio... vazio... amargo??&lt;br /&gt;Para onde ir...&lt;br /&gt;O Poeta não sabe...&lt;br /&gt;Quer viver... quer amar...&lt;br /&gt;Quer ser salvo... quer andar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-3449719336233990020?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/3449719336233990020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/3449719336233990020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/3449719336233990020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/mas.html' title='Mas'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-4150253166006531938</id><published>2009-02-25T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:20:55.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto à uma Nova Amiga</title><content type='html'>Com um olha profundo e penetrante...&lt;br /&gt;E um sorriso que irradia felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Tem a beleza de uma divindade&lt;br /&gt;E um coração radiante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo... a tristeza se poe distante...&lt;br /&gt;E o amor emana-se de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Tua aura exala o brilho da bondade...&lt;br /&gt;Tua presença se faz cativante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua presença é uma benção...&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso... um presente de Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Tuas palavras afastam-nos de todo horror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar em seu coração...&lt;br /&gt;E jamais ter que dizer adeus...&lt;br /&gt;Pois em ti... conhecesse o Amor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Para Sheilinha... uma amiga já muito querida... apesar do pouco tempo que nos conhecemos}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-4150253166006531938?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/4150253166006531938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/soneto-uma-nova-amiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4150253166006531938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4150253166006531938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/soneto-uma-nova-amiga.html' title='Soneto à uma Nova Amiga'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-8351263689278342</id><published>2009-02-21T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:27:03.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tento</title><content type='html'>A cada dia que passa...&lt;br /&gt;Tento uma maneira de deixar o passado para trás...&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar uma nova vida...&lt;br /&gt;Um novo sonho...&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;Tento não lembrar em como fui feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Como jamais pensei que seria...&lt;br /&gt;E jamais serei...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Tento não rir das palhaçadas já passadas...&lt;br /&gt;Das mancadas ridículas e hilárias...&lt;br /&gt;Dos muitos papos...&lt;br /&gt;Das risadas...&lt;br /&gt;Tento não buscar sua mão ao caminhar sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;Do toque delicada da sua sob a minha...&lt;br /&gt;E os dedos entrelaçados...&lt;br /&gt;O calor...&lt;br /&gt;Tento não recordar de ti nas noites frias...&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo quente colado ao meu...&lt;br /&gt;Me aquecendo...&lt;br /&gt;Amando-me...&lt;br /&gt;Tento não sentir saudades do seu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Batendo em sintonia ao meu...&lt;br /&gt;Acelerados depois amor...&lt;br /&gt;Felizes...&lt;br /&gt;Tento não sentir o toque da sua mão em meu peito...&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente acariciando-o e beijando-me...&lt;br /&gt;Com ternura e amor...&lt;br /&gt;Recíproco...&lt;br /&gt;Tento inutilmente não ver seu rosto ao olhar a lua...&lt;br /&gt;E lembrar do seu hálito morno ao dormir...&lt;br /&gt;Em meus braços, envolvendo-a...&lt;br /&gt;Noite a dentro...&lt;br /&gt;Tento não sonhar com seu sorriso ao me ver...&lt;br /&gt;E seu olhar de felicidade ao me encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;O brilho da felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;De Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tento não lembrar dos sonhos para o futuro...&lt;br /&gt;As viagens... a união... a casa... os filhos...&lt;br /&gt;As brigas pelos nomes...&lt;br /&gt;Os planos...&lt;br /&gt;Tento não derramar lágrimas ao lembrar do passado...&lt;br /&gt;E não me odiar por ter estragado tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Não me sentir sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;Triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Relembrando o passado e... deprimido... Por que eu ainda faço isso comigo?? Não me pergunte... eu não sei... só sei que ainda é dificil acreditar que acabou... e após 2 meses, eu ainda não ter superado...}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-8351263689278342?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/8351263689278342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/tento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8351263689278342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/8351263689278342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/tento.html' title='Tento'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-4036563272644194119</id><published>2009-02-19T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:08:35.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Batalha para a Vitoria</title><content type='html'>Olho para as estrelas e pergunto&lt;br /&gt;se conhecem um lugar onde&lt;br /&gt;é bem mais fácil amar,&lt;br /&gt;do que viver a esperar&lt;br /&gt;por aquele que só me faz sonhar&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar num falso amor?&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o mar e pergunto&lt;br /&gt;se pode levar com suas ondas&lt;br /&gt;Gélidas... forte... triste...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que já passei...&lt;br /&gt;Falsas esperanças... tristes paixões... &lt;br /&gt;Sonhos vazios... amores em vão...&lt;br /&gt;Para que... de uma vez... &lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso eu possa esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas me respoderam:&lt;br /&gt;-Tudo isso foi ilusão!!&lt;br /&gt;Você as crio em seu coração&lt;br /&gt;E só o tempo poderá curar o buraco&lt;br /&gt;Que ele jamais sonhou ter deixado'.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mar simplesmente me levou&lt;br /&gt;E deixou-me cara a cara com meu falso amor&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo-me: Desafie-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E neste momento meu coração apertou&lt;br /&gt;E começou a acelerar&lt;br /&gt;Senti meu chão cair&lt;br /&gt;Fique totalmente sem controle&lt;br /&gt;E tive que me enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;Contra meus próprios desejos&lt;br /&gt;Lutar contra meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois o que ele mais queria&lt;br /&gt;Era tê-lo do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Mas estaria sendo fraca&lt;br /&gt;Não sabendo me controlar&lt;br /&gt;E eu, quase me entregando a ele&lt;br /&gt;Largaria tudo pro alto&lt;br /&gt;Só pra estar com ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que me aparece uma luz dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;-Seja valente e lute!&lt;br /&gt;Pois somente assim consiguiras&lt;br /&gt;alcançar a vitória!&lt;br /&gt;Você tudo pode, pois és capaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, luz sumiu&lt;br /&gt;E me mostrou a dura realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Levantei a cabeça e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Não preciso de você ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Pois descobri, que tenho um grande destino a seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem insistir ele foi embora&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que o que sentias não era amor...&lt;br /&gt;O amor luta... enfrenta... e conquista!!&lt;br /&gt;E ele simplesmente partiu...&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novamente aquela luz surgiu&lt;br /&gt;E dessa vez me questinou:&lt;br /&gt;-O que mais desejas neste momento?&lt;br /&gt;Respondi:&lt;br /&gt;-Somente encontrar a felicidade e seguir meu destino.&lt;br /&gt;E ele falou, com um sorriso em seu rosto:&lt;br /&gt;Você lutou bravamente e alcansou a vitória!&lt;br /&gt;Conseguistes alcansar vossa felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Teu distino... eu já fiz tracei a tempos...&lt;br /&gt;Basta agora... você segui-lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei pros lados e segui&lt;br /&gt;Em direção da luz&lt;br /&gt;Numa nova jornada...&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que um dia me fez chorar &lt;br /&gt;Hoje só me faz rir&lt;br /&gt;Toda a dor passada&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só restam as cicatrizes &lt;br /&gt;Pois eu podia achar que estava sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca estive...&lt;br /&gt;Pois sempre tive Deus do meu lado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:&lt;br /&gt;Karollyne&lt;br /&gt;o5/o2/o9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Poema de uma aluna minha espetacular... revisado e com um toquinho meu... Uma jovem com uma alma belissima para poesia... uma estrela em ascensão... um anjinho entre nós mortais... Parabens Karoll... seu poema está maravilhoso!! E obrigado por permitir minha intromissão em seus escritos}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-4036563272644194119?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/4036563272644194119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/batalha-para-vitoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4036563272644194119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/4036563272644194119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/batalha-para-vitoria.html' title='A Batalha para a Vitoria'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-6822815111193721474</id><published>2009-02-15T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:37:42.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não e Sim</title><content type='html'>Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diga sempre não&lt;br /&gt;para que eu não caia em tentação&lt;br /&gt;para que eu não perca a noção&lt;br /&gt;para que eu não sonhe em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, com seu não&lt;br /&gt;me reviro no colchão&lt;br /&gt;juntando meu corpo e minha mão&lt;br /&gt;imitando você&lt;br /&gt;só pra parecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não... não é o seu não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P.!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora me dê um sim&lt;br /&gt;entregue seu coração a mim&lt;br /&gt;te tirarei a razão assim&lt;br /&gt;selaremos nossa união sem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao com o seu sim...&lt;br /&gt;Nos entregaremos a um amor a fim&lt;br /&gt;de juntar nossos corpo numa luxuria sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Amando-nos de maneira intensa&lt;br /&gt;Até perceber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o sim... é melhor que o não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Novamente para uma querida amiga... Patricia... Perdoe-me pelo abuso de invadir sua página e... ousadamente... fazer um contrapoema sobre o seu... mas ate que ficou legal... rsrs... Beijos Querida!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-6822815111193721474?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/6822815111193721474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-e-sim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6822815111193721474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/6822815111193721474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-e-sim.html' title='Não e Sim'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-2271284433093771569</id><published>2009-02-06T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:33:42.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Patricia...</title><content type='html'>Sob as brumas criadas pela brasa do cigarro...&lt;br /&gt;Lindos olhos fitam a imensidao do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;De longe ouvem-se os carros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela nao se incomoda com este lugar imundo...&lt;br /&gt;Mais um trago... e seu olhar perdido...&lt;br /&gt;Penetra num vazio profundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De forma misteriosa e sem se ter percebido...&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles dois ambares fitam-me e penetram-me a alma...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto como se meu coração estivesse desprotegido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na verdade... teus olhos me trazem calma...&lt;br /&gt;E fico a contempla-la de longe sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Outro trago... e os fios da fumaça mais me acalma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos... olham para a fumaça caminha...&lt;br /&gt;E voltam a fitá-la com admiração...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso... um convite... sua mão na minha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora... nao so seus olhos me causam emoção..&lt;br /&gt;Mas tambem o calor de seus dedos em volta dos meus...&lt;br /&gt;Arde um sentimento em meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O reencontro... meus olhos ao fitarem os teus...&lt;br /&gt;Tua mao ainda sobre a minha postada...&lt;br /&gt;É como se nunca tivesse existido o adeus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De duas almas... a muito... amadas...&lt;br /&gt;Dois amigos que se reencontram...&lt;br /&gt;Maos se tocam... espremem... apertadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos... eles se abraçam...&lt;br /&gt;Se tocam para crer que é verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Seus espiritos novamente se encontraram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedem mais um copo... trocam novidades...&lt;br /&gt;Outro cigarro acesso no cinzeiro...&lt;br /&gt;Relembram os tempos de felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando-se nos olhos o tempo inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;Falam... se tocam... com medo de acordar...&lt;br /&gt;E despertar de um sonho faceiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em minha face... sinto seu dedo tocar...&lt;br /&gt;E uma onde de calor passa em meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Meus traços rusticos parecem nao a incomodar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nao lhe causam nenhuma aversão...&lt;br /&gt;Admirado... ainda chama-me de lindo!!&lt;br /&gt;E rio de sua tola ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E digo-lhe... dando ao assunto um findo...&lt;br /&gt;Que mais bela que esta não há...&lt;br /&gt;E toco-lhe com os labios os olhos lindos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em sinal de quem se admira...&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa nos olhos beijada...&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida teu ambar me mira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelando reciprocidade velada...&lt;br /&gt;Outro cigarro... é chegada a hora do adeus...&lt;br /&gt;E pelas poucas palavras trocadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se despendem.. mas nao sem agradecer a Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Riem, choram e se despedem com um demorado abraço...&lt;br /&gt;E meus olhos novamente encaram os teus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma amizade mais resistente que o aço...&lt;br /&gt;Não se perderam... tão pouco será deixada de lado...&lt;br /&gt;Pois estes amigos poetas caminham de dados braços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E são... eternamente... apaixonados!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Martins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Para a amiga Patricia... Raphinha como eu a conheci... uma pessoa que aprendi a amar incondicionalmente... de forma pura e sublime...&lt;br /&gt;Philos em sua mais belas demonstração... hoje estamos distantes... mas em meu peito ainda guardo a lembrança de nossos doces encontros...&lt;br /&gt;rápidos porem frequentes... e sempre com muito carinho... afeto... respeito... admiração... e principalmente Amor! Patricia... Paty... Raphinha.. &lt;br /&gt;Raphita... Anjo... Amiga... Linda... sinto demais sua falta... Te Amo, Linda!!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-2271284433093771569?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/2271284433093771569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/para-patricia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2271284433093771569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/2271284433093771569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/para-patricia.html' title='Para Patricia...'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-7574003318916465390</id><published>2009-02-04T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:28:17.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonetos II</title><content type='html'>Soneto I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que do ceus surge uma luz...&lt;br /&gt;Tao pura e radiante que faz-no cegar...&lt;br /&gt;Dela uma menina vem... a caminhar...&lt;br /&gt;E de ti uma aura de paz reluz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa menina... de onde vem?&lt;br /&gt;Anjo... menina... deusa... mulher??&lt;br /&gt;De todo o canto... todos vem a ver...&lt;br /&gt;Pois dela emana o bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu... jovem de louvor?&lt;br /&gt;Linda mulher de encantos fatais?&lt;br /&gt;Ou um querubim... mensageira do amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se desces assim... um arcanjo deves ser...&lt;br /&gt;Para em nossas pobres existencias mortais...&lt;br /&gt;O Amor nos fazer conhecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Soneto II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma menina com encantos de mulher...&lt;br /&gt;Que conquistar com um simples olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Um jovem que nos faz contemplar...&lt;br /&gt;Como o amor é maravilhoso de se viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem ao longe ve... quer conhecer...&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que encanta so com o andar...&lt;br /&gt;Que nos enfeitiça com o seu falar...&lt;br /&gt;E nos envolve com seu jeito de ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bela menina... de diversos encantos...&lt;br /&gt;Sois para quem a conhece um divino ser...&lt;br /&gt;Que nos afasta de todo horror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti dedico estes simples cantos...&lt;br /&gt;Para que venhas a conhecer...&lt;br /&gt;Philos... entre amigos significa Amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Estes dois Sonetos me foram pedidos por uma outra amiga... que a tempos admiro e que tambem acompanhei o seu crescimento e hoje... tambem se tornou uma mulher magnifica... mas somente recentemente pudemos concretizar uma amizade... e usando as palavras do ilustre poeta... "Que seja infinito enquanto dure"... e que esta amizade dure para sempre...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-7574003318916465390?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/7574003318916465390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/sonetos-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7574003318916465390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/7574003318916465390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/sonetos-ii.html' title='Sonetos II'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-68599447487731937</id><published>2009-02-04T20:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:11:04.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>À um lindo Negro Anjo... Anjo lindo Chamado Aline...</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu vi um lindo negro anjo...&lt;br /&gt;Como diz a canção&lt;br /&gt;Anjo negro, lindo Anjo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo de lindo coração...&lt;br /&gt;Que acompanho desde a mais tenra idade...&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo de luz e paixao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que encanta a todos com sua divindade..&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo de ébano... lindo e radiante...&lt;br /&gt;Que distribui sorrisos e felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um lindo anjo... uma menina intrigante...&lt;br /&gt;Que conquista com o olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher deslumbrante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que está pronta para amar...&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo... com rosto de querubim...&lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras sao ditas como um cantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todos que ouvem nao querem o fim...&lt;br /&gt;Desta linda cançao que exalta de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Esta menina, que parece um serafim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exala um perfume que faz o coração partir...&lt;br /&gt;E grava.. nas mentes apaixonadas...&lt;br /&gt;O aroma dos mais belos jardins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo negro... lindo anjo... amada!!&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos... cor de Agata... enfeitiçam...&lt;br /&gt;E fazem de nossos coraçoes tua pousada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua pele de seda... nos atiçam...&lt;br /&gt;A desejar toca-la com todo fervor...&lt;br /&gt;Que somente os amantes se cobiçam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se entregam ao mais sublime amor...&lt;br /&gt;E antes que este poema termine...&lt;br /&gt;Teu nome devo dizer em teu favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este lindo negro Anjo... Anjo negro... chama-se Aline!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Para uma amiga muito especial... que vi praticamente um bebe e... hoje... tornou-se uma mulher maravilhosa!! Aline... te adoro, moça!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7009696114418600582-68599447487731937?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/68599447487731937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-lindo-negro-anjo-anjo-lindo-chamado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/68599447487731937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/68599447487731937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-lindo-negro-anjo-anjo-lindo-chamado.html' title='À um lindo Negro Anjo... 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Quisera...&lt;br /&gt;Nem bem o grão foi posto ao solo fertil...&lt;br /&gt;E a terra o rejeito como a uma Quimera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o poeta... ainda de modo gentil...&lt;br /&gt;Novamente entregou o seu puro grão...&lt;br /&gt;E teve uma nova rejeição hostil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, arde no peito feito a chama de um dragão&lt;br /&gt;A furia de mil bestas insandecidas...&lt;br /&gt;Queimando e destroindo o tolo coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornando-o - como outra - uma terra inóspita e esquecida...&lt;br /&gt;Onde antes so reinava o mais puro amor...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje - em ambas - a luz se da por vencida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torna-se o poeta um ser vazio... repleto de pavor...&lt;br /&gt;Por suas paixões e amores não correspondidos...&lt;br /&gt;Cresce em si um atormentado horror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De jamais ter realmente o amor conhecido...&lt;br /&gt;E de que tudo que viveu foi uma ilusão dolorosa...&lt;br /&gt;O poeta... que no mundo podre foi esquecido..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quer crer que tudo foi outra historia desastrosa...&lt;br /&gt;Não quer perder sua fé no amor verdadeiro...&lt;br /&gt;Não quer acreditar que o amor é só uma ilusão horrorosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao... eis o poeta... sozinho em fim derradeiro...&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada que o guie longe da escuridao...&lt;br /&gt;Sem ninguem que diga que tudo é passageiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem acreditar mais em seu tolo coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Martins&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/7009696114418600582-1742466019304207635?l=gmartinss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/feeds/1742466019304207635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/rancor-do-poeta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1742466019304207635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7009696114418600582/posts/default/1742466019304207635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gmartinss.blogspot.com/2009/02/rancor-do-poeta.html' title='Rancor do Poeta'/><author><name>GMartinsS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718594288249042694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LjhGwbRKy3c/SXu9ttOOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcupzj7CGXo/S220/biel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7009696114418600582.post-4763819765579095021</id><published>2009-01-30T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:05:05.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonetos</title><content type='html'>Soneto a meu Anjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anja linda, de olhos místicos e brilhantes&lt;br /&gt;Sua beleza me fascina e ilumina a alma&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado, entorpeço-me e perco a calma&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a te contemplar, a cada instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anja linda, sabes o quanto és amada?&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo domina meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Seus lábios são o meu maior tormento&lt;br /&gt;És, por certo, das mulheres, a mais desejada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Anja!!! Sabes o quanto és linda?&lt;br /&gt;E como me alegra a alma a tua vinda&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando minh’alma e coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anja linda... divinas és... tua alma... tua boca.&lt;br /&gt;Benditos os homens que sua alma toca,&lt;br /&gt;Abençoada a boca, que a tua boca beija.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto a Ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor Deus, Todo Poderoso... és o único que sabes amar.&lt;br /&gt;Pois um dia deixastes teu unigênito padecer;&lt;br /&gt;Para que, num futuro, a humanidade viesse a conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Seu Amor que ultrapassa os limites e além mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai, Senhor Deus... queria poder agradar,&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe um dia vir a agradecer,&lt;br /&gt;Por fazer esse ser indigno que sou, nascer...&lt;br /&gt;E, até hoje, mesmo pecando, minha alma guardar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onipotente Senhor..., amo-te, e espero esse amor cultivar;&lt;br /&gt;Para que, ao Teu lado no paraíso, possa viver...&lt;br /&gt;E para sempre, do seu Amor eterno provar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai Santíssimo, onde vou sei que o Senhor vai estar;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo vivendo no inferno carnal, ao seu lado vou sobreviver,&lt;br /&gt;E sei, que o Senhor não me abandonará e, virá me resgatar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soneto ao Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento esquecido,&lt;br /&gt;Por mim jamais vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que fiz, foi ser iludido,&lt;br /&gt;E tive meus sonhos perdidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei como jamais fui amado,&lt;br /&gt;Me prendi a um lindo passado;&lt;br /&gt;Me mantive sempre apaixonado,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, sinto-me abandonado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofri por você ter partido,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando como seria se não tivesses partido,&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber que há muito, havia sido esquecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vejo que nunca esteves ao meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca, de mim, havias gostado;&lt;br /&gt;Entao, por quê sinto-me enganado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transições&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, meu mundo mudou...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração parou,&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma congelou,&lt;br /&gt;E meu amor... acabou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, acabar não acabou,&lt;br /&gt;Mas com certeza se decepcionou;&lt;br /&gt;E o pranto rolou,&lt;br /&gt;E só o rancor sobrou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, viverei;&lt;br /&gt;Não mais amarei...,&lt;br /&gt;Só assim, não sofrerei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim..., sobreviverei;&lt;br /&gt;E meu mundo mudarei,&lt;br /&gt;E sem amor, morrerei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma vazia,&lt;br /&gt;Coração gelado;&lt;br /&gt;Não mais sorria,&lt;br /&gt;E o amor, acabado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iludido vivia,&lt;br /&gt;Por meu coração fui enganado;&lt;br /&gt;E agora a vida ria,&lt;br /&gt;Deste tolo fracassado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri, vida desgraçada...&lt;br /&gt;Ri, deste ser miserável,&lt;br /&gt;Que só fez sonhar com a amada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fim terrível levou...&lt;br /&gt;Esta tola alma apaixonada,&lt;br /&gt;Que só se decep
