<?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-1135469665702959415</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:20:56.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cor de Rosa Choque</title><subtitle type='html'>O poeta é um fingidor. 
Finge tão completamente 
Que chega a fingir que é dor 
A dor que deveras sente.  
E os que lêem o que escreve, 
Na dor lida sentem bem, 
Não as duas que ele teve, 
Mas só a que eles não têm.  

E assim nas calhas de roda 
Gira, a entreter a razão, 
Esse comboio de corda 
Que se chama coração.
Fernando Pessoa.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sun Shine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18277078351303288016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/SslUVAdV7mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uXcGjWWtDlM/S220/OQAAAJUKqsHuxnJ_lT0zs3lgek5InndngLF1XMZFabY8qaNVjc-7t3Bit8Kp9JrjU1XvSk9Mu48umrn3ViwaWmuWvEYAm1T1UCUi6QlIABKIg5wcwkIfD4oUHnrt%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135469665702959415.post-8592666564507918415</id><published>2007-12-21T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:12:32.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Máscaras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/R2xXWdlMYOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z3HNbKrMFGY/s1600-h/mascara[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146584517587001570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/R2xXWdlMYOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z3HNbKrMFGY/s320/mascara%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coloque a sua, tente viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No decorrer dos dias verás que vais acabar acreditando que tudo que é mentira é verdadeiro e que tudo que é ilusão é concreto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que vãs filosofias são reais, que não há nada entre céu e terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tire a sua, tente sobreviver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verás quão duro é arranca-la e quanto sangrarás...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O quanto que vale suas verdades cheias de sonhos sem realidades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperanças sem amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respire, pulse, olhe para o alto, porque de nada vale a maquiagem, o triste enfeitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se deveras no fim restaram apenas ossos secos, mandibulas sem dentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais olhe para o alto e tente dizer: Sim vale a pena viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especialmente pra minha filhote Syu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;te amo nina, mesmo de longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135469665702959415-8592666564507918415?l=sunsolshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8592666564507918415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135469665702959415&amp;postID=8592666564507918415' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/8592666564507918415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/8592666564507918415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/2007/12/mscaras.html' title='Máscaras'/><author><name>Sun Shine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18277078351303288016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/SslUVAdV7mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uXcGjWWtDlM/S220/OQAAAJUKqsHuxnJ_lT0zs3lgek5InndngLF1XMZFabY8qaNVjc-7t3Bit8Kp9JrjU1XvSk9Mu48umrn3ViwaWmuWvEYAm1T1UCUi6QlIABKIg5wcwkIfD4oUHnrt%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/R2xXWdlMYOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z3HNbKrMFGY/s72-c/mascara%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135469665702959415.post-2948480898645745255</id><published>2007-11-29T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:06:44.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/R07d0rLJKoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AbbcoGdifUs/s1600-h/alice-vertical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138288121888713346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/R07d0rLJKoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AbbcoGdifUs/s320/alice-vertical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gira mundo, roda vida, mundo vivo, gira vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse eterno ciclo a vida acontece. Você tem que descobri e redescobri a utilidade das coisas. Do mundo em si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os assunto sempre repetidos, mudando apenas os personagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um preocupado com seu umbigo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia o coelho branco atravessa seu caminho, e aí, meu amigo, seu mundo “caí” (Na verdade você caí).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E caí, e vai, e gira. E assim como Alice, come e aumenta, lambe e diminui, passamos por altos e baixos, tendo rosas de inimigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vemos rainhas e reis, tão oponentes em seus castelos, as cartas estão marcadas, as flores são pintadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a vida passa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo termina como um grande pesadelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vida passou e você nem viu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tão veloz, de tão covarde,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da vida fugiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135469665702959415-2948480898645745255?l=sunsolshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2948480898645745255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135469665702959415&amp;postID=2948480898645745255' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/2948480898645745255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/2948480898645745255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/2007/11/alice.html' title='alice'/><author><name>Sun Shine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18277078351303288016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/SslUVAdV7mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uXcGjWWtDlM/S220/OQAAAJUKqsHuxnJ_lT0zs3lgek5InndngLF1XMZFabY8qaNVjc-7t3Bit8Kp9JrjU1XvSk9Mu48umrn3ViwaWmuWvEYAm1T1UCUi6QlIABKIg5wcwkIfD4oUHnrt%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/R07d0rLJKoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AbbcoGdifUs/s72-c/alice-vertical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135469665702959415.post-7130342887004509860</id><published>2007-11-28T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:16:49.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tão cheia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/R02TU7LJKnI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tcc59mQSd6w/s1600-h/globo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137924737590700658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/R02TU7LJKnI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tcc59mQSd6w/s400/globo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E eu fui acumulando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As coisa, que sempre julgo necessárias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Os lugares, pra ter pra onde ir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As pessoas, que são a razão de ser....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e fui acumulando e acumulando e foi e foi e de repente são mãos, braços, beijos, abraços... resumidos nesse pedaço de plágio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E meu mundo foi ficando cheio, tão cheio que não deu mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nem coisa, nem pessoa, nem lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nem braço, nem mesa, nem laço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nem Liberdade, nem Lorena, nem Cabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nem lá, nem aqui ou acolá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nem tempo, nem vegetal, nem vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;de tão cheio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tão cheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;caiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1135469665702959415-7130342887004509860?l=sunsolshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7130342887004509860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135469665702959415&amp;postID=7130342887004509860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/7130342887004509860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/7130342887004509860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-cheia.html' title='Tão cheia....'/><author><name>Sun Shine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18277078351303288016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/SslUVAdV7mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uXcGjWWtDlM/S220/OQAAAJUKqsHuxnJ_lT0zs3lgek5InndngLF1XMZFabY8qaNVjc-7t3Bit8Kp9JrjU1XvSk9Mu48umrn3ViwaWmuWvEYAm1T1UCUi6QlIABKIg5wcwkIfD4oUHnrt%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/R02TU7LJKnI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tcc59mQSd6w/s72-c/globo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135469665702959415.post-8175015339970064663</id><published>2007-10-22T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:27:58.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo Tempo Tempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rxy_T5YKeJI/AAAAAAAAACk/kAD3vgp8BCk/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124180824581372050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rxy_T5YKeJI/AAAAAAAAACk/kAD3vgp8BCk/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rxy-3JYKeII/AAAAAAAAACc/9nJNMVmjBxQ/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As músicas dizem que ele é dono de tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha mãe sempre dizia que era ele que curava todas as dores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha tia o tinha como seu maior inimigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tinha do que reclamar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje senti um pouco do peso dele em minha vida. Senti alguns amigos distantes, alguns amores ausentes, alguns passados presentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os medos de outrora não foram curados, a mágoa permanece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As amizades eternas acabaram, a fidelidade sincera que ela merece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vi que de eterno nada  tem nada... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só um vazio, uma fuga de não sei de onde pra não sei pra que.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E um medo do que só o tempo pode nos trazer.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135469665702959415-8175015339970064663?l=sunsolshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8175015339970064663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135469665702959415&amp;postID=8175015339970064663' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/8175015339970064663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/8175015339970064663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/2007/10/tempo-tempo-tempo.html' title='Tempo Tempo Tempo.'/><author><name>Sun Shine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18277078351303288016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/SslUVAdV7mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uXcGjWWtDlM/S220/OQAAAJUKqsHuxnJ_lT0zs3lgek5InndngLF1XMZFabY8qaNVjc-7t3Bit8Kp9JrjU1XvSk9Mu48umrn3ViwaWmuWvEYAm1T1UCUi6QlIABKIg5wcwkIfD4oUHnrt%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rxy_T5YKeJI/AAAAAAAAACk/kAD3vgp8BCk/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135469665702959415.post-392856112352296127</id><published>2007-10-18T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:34:36.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/RxeDLZYKeHI/AAAAAAAAACU/U74MXraJzh0/s1600-h/1174452090_peqprincipe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122707332971264114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/RxeDLZYKeHI/AAAAAAAAACU/U74MXraJzh0/s200/1174452090_peqprincipe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mundos opostos, lugares diferentes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todavia, um mesmo ideal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tê-la ao meu lado seria um sonho,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não desejar tê-la uma realidade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aprendi a não esconder o que sinto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma possibilidade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por mais impossivel que seja&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seria perfeita!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não existe, Não insisto!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não desejo incertezas... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Então, chega de dúvidas, esperas, angústias....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Digo a mim mesmo: PARE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na terra,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sempre se usa o Mas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Penso que seria assim o pequeno principe pensando na raposa que o ensinou o que era ser cativo de um amor. Depois disso, penso que até a sua bela rosa deixou de ter graça e seu mundinho ficou bem mais pequenininho. Falo isso por que foi assim que me senti quando um "Leão" me ensinou o que é ser cativo de um paixão.No fim das contas aprendi que o inatingível é belo por ser inalcansável....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mais esses são outros poemas....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135469665702959415-392856112352296127?l=sunsolshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/feeds/392856112352296127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135469665702959415&amp;postID=392856112352296127' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/392856112352296127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/392856112352296127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/2007/10/mundo.html' title='Mundo...'/><author><name>Sun Shine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18277078351303288016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/SslUVAdV7mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uXcGjWWtDlM/S220/OQAAAJUKqsHuxnJ_lT0zs3lgek5InndngLF1XMZFabY8qaNVjc-7t3Bit8Kp9JrjU1XvSk9Mu48umrn3ViwaWmuWvEYAm1T1UCUi6QlIABKIg5wcwkIfD4oUHnrt%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/RxeDLZYKeHI/AAAAAAAAACU/U74MXraJzh0/s72-c/1174452090_peqprincipe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135469665702959415.post-524635298768472264</id><published>2007-10-13T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:26:12.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/RxDue5YKeGI/AAAAAAAAACM/ytDwZSiSsfg/s1600-h/costas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120854990885910626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/RxDue5YKeGI/AAAAAAAAACM/ytDwZSiSsfg/s320/costas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it through the wilderness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow I made it through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't know how lost I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until I found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was beat incomplete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd been had, I was sad and blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you made me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, you made me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shiny and new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a virgin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touched for the very first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a virgin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When your heart beats (after first time, "With your heartbeat")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next to mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna give you all my love, boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fear is fading fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been saving it all for you'Cause only love can last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a Virgin - Madonna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que é assim que quero me sentir!!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135469665702959415-524635298768472264?l=sunsolshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/feeds/524635298768472264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135469665702959415&amp;postID=524635298768472264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/524635298768472264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/524635298768472264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-made-it-through-wilderness-somehow-i.html' title='Like a Virgin'/><author><name>Sun Shine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18277078351303288016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/SslUVAdV7mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uXcGjWWtDlM/S220/OQAAAJUKqsHuxnJ_lT0zs3lgek5InndngLF1XMZFabY8qaNVjc-7t3Bit8Kp9JrjU1XvSk9Mu48umrn3ViwaWmuWvEYAm1T1UCUi6QlIABKIg5wcwkIfD4oUHnrt%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/RxDue5YKeGI/AAAAAAAAACM/ytDwZSiSsfg/s72-c/costas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135469665702959415.post-6597681562398525389</id><published>2007-10-10T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:11:11.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol e o Mar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rw0xHBDuonI/AAAAAAAAACE/RMDBzQiyyME/s1600-h/ATgAAABtAuL87OPIcMU4e9WeYuVD3_-lRjqbJvHACx17GInir6NJ8c8XlQo14XoG-jr2nd5B9wdbz5a1W7Ui2VT3fH1oAJtU9VCgzKTtVDMFfs2pJyQMqh-qkvcwqA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119802348003041906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rw0xHBDuonI/AAAAAAAAACE/RMDBzQiyyME/s320/ATgAAABtAuL87OPIcMU4e9WeYuVD3_-lRjqbJvHACx17GInir6NJ8c8XlQo14XoG-jr2nd5B9wdbz5a1W7Ui2VT3fH1oAJtU9VCgzKTtVDMFfs2pJyQMqh-qkvcwqA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veio de manhã molhar os pés na primeira onda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abriu os braços devagar e se entregou ao vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sol veio avisar que de noite ele seria a lua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra poder iluminar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ana, o céu e o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sol e vento, dia de casamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vento e sol, luz apagada no farol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sol e chuva, casamento de viúva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chuva e sol, casamento de espanhol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ana aproveitava os carinhos do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os quatro elementos de tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deitada diante do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que apaixonado entregava as conchas mais belas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tesouros de barcos e velas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que o tempo não deixou voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde já se viu o mar apaixonado por uma menina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem já conseguiu dominar o amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que é que o mar não se apaixona por uma lagoa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque a gente nunca sabe de quem vai gostar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ana e o mar... mar e Ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Histórias que nos contam na cama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antes da gente dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ana e o mar... mar e Ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo sopro que apaga uma chama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reacende o que for pra ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando Ana entra n'água&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sorriso do mar drugada se estende pro resto do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abençoando ondas cada vez mais altas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barcos com suas rotas e as conchas que vem avisar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desse novo amor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ana e o mar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teatro Mágico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135469665702959415-6597681562398525389?l=sunsolshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6597681562398525389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135469665702959415&amp;postID=6597681562398525389' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/6597681562398525389'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135469665702959415.post-4625088286419226913</id><published>2007-10-10T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:04:42.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo vai dá pé!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rw0nAxDuomI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mQM14LL5krA/s1600-h/343009279_92d2ec2a92_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rw0m0RDuolI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pD4C2AI_Dxk/s1600-h/343009279_92d2ec2a92_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rw0ltBDuokI/AAAAAAAAABs/q1Il-Qob-xg/s1600-h/Pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119789806698537538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rw0ltBDuokI/AAAAAAAAABs/q1Il-Qob-xg/s320/Pai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ainda me lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Da gente sentado ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na grama do aterro sob o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ob-observando hipócritas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Disfarçados rodando ao redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amigos presos, amigos sumindo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pra nunca mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tais recordações retratos do mal em si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Melhor é deixar pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não,não chores mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não,não chores mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[Menina não chore assim]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ainda me lembro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Da gente sentado ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na grama do aterro sob o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ob-observando estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Junto a fogueirinha de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quentar o frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Requentar o pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E comer com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Os pés de manhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pisar o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eu sei a barra de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas se Deus quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tudo,tudo,tudo vai dar pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tudo,tudo,tudo vai dar pé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não Não chores mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Menina não chore assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não Não chore mais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:::: O autor que me perdoe as mudanças mais quem se lembra sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lembro perfeitamente do meu velho sentado sob a lua com seu velho violão de cordas tão gastas com notas que ele aprendeu de ouvir. As músicas que ouvia me faziam dançar, sentindo-me a mulher dos bandolins de Oswaldo Montenegro ou uma paquitinha quando ele me agradava e tocava Xuxa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Embalava meus sonhos sem nada dizer do que me esperava, mesmo ele sabendo que a mulher do Oswaldo era uma sirigaita de botequim e que paquitas moreninhas só no meu sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E nesses dias tão escuros ele me fez lembrar que as músicas eram lições que mais cedo ou mais tarde ele me faria entender, mesmo sendo por um email dizendo : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Menina não chore mais, eu ainda me lembro Leninha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah!! A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; doce infância que não volta mais !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E a um carequinha barrigudo que me ninava dizendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"tudo tudo vai dá pé!! tudo tudo tudo vai dá pé!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É... "tem certas coisas que eu não sei dizer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135469665702959415-4625088286419226913?l=sunsolshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4625088286419226913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135469665702959415&amp;postID=4625088286419226913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/4625088286419226913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/4625088286419226913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/2007/10/tudo-vai-d-p.html' title='Tudo vai dá pé!'/><author><name>Sun Shine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18277078351303288016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/SslUVAdV7mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uXcGjWWtDlM/S220/OQAAAJUKqsHuxnJ_lT0zs3lgek5InndngLF1XMZFabY8qaNVjc-7t3Bit8Kp9JrjU1XvSk9Mu48umrn3ViwaWmuWvEYAm1T1UCUi6QlIABKIg5wcwkIfD4oUHnrt%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rw0ltBDuokI/AAAAAAAAABs/q1Il-Qob-xg/s72-c/Pai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135469665702959415.post-7824247544367609328</id><published>2007-10-09T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:16:00.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rwv9BxDuoiI/AAAAAAAAABY/rADEsSXXH_A/s1600-h/flor_cor_de_rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119463608227373602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rwv9BxDuoiI/AAAAAAAAABY/rADEsSXXH_A/s320/flor_cor_de_rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me falaram que via minha vida por um prisma cor de rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Que era um criança, mimada ou apenas não sabia o valor das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, nem tudo que se diz por aí é mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Meninas se vestem de rosa, meninas devem se comportar, meninas não falam palavrão, meninas não se sujam...&lt;br /&gt;Porque? oras, hum... Afinal, meninas são assim e meninos são assados.&lt;br /&gt;Meninas com 18 não chegam em casa tarde, meninos com 13 são homens, não precisam de horários.&lt;br /&gt;Elas não sabem de onde vem os bb´s, eles aprendem o caminho da fábrica desde cedo.&lt;br /&gt;São ensinadas a obedecerem os mais velhos, eles aprendem a ser obedecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos as princesas (confinadas em nossos castelos) eles são piratas (livres com seus barcos em alto mar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais quem disse que eu nunca quis ser uma pirata???&lt;br /&gt;Que preferia dez vezes a pipa que a boneca???&lt;br /&gt;Que pés no chão é melhor que sapatinho de verniz???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão feio mulher falando palavrão, mulher fumando, mulher traindo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais quantas vezes queria dizer: Juiz FDP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes, meu bom Alá, eu queria ficar por ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Queria jogar tudo pro alto e correr pro abraço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não pode!! Assim não dá! Ai ai ai... Essa menina não tem jeito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ouvi ninguém dizendo: Honre a saia que veste!&lt;br /&gt;E nunca entendi perfeiamente porque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí é quando vem o choque: Sabe a filha de fulano?? Aquela que o pai nem deixava sair de casa?? Emprenhou!!! Magina, daquela idade. Os pais fizeram de tudo, mais não teve jeito.&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram mesmo?? Será que apenas não pintaram o mundo dela de rosa?? Assim como o quarto, a mochila, a lancheira. Como a tia na escola que dizia que o principe ia salva-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que a p´sora nunca disseram que cavalo agora é caro, e de sangue puro?? um fusquinha serve. Que os principes de hoje usavam boné, cabelos melados de Banha ZeZé (aquela que o nosso pai usava e que hoje trocou de nome, afinal, vamos e venhamos que banha zezé é meio fora de moda), calças folagadas mostrando a cueca ou meu Deus, não quera nem imaginar mais o que. Que eles não andam mais sozinhos com arco e flecha a caça de uma ave, e sim em manadas, em busca da primaira gazela. E principalmente que quando tudo não dava mais certo, não tinha casa dos sete anões pra fugir nem caçador heróico pra matar o lobo mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o rei a rainha do castelo estão muito preocupados em como pagar as contas (pq fui inventar de construir aquele fosso ao redor do castelo??), e a criada boazinha não passa de uma velha coroca que é do tempo em que nem sonhava com meninas usando calças. Então, não há com quem a princesinha conversar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorrer então a amigas, que pouco ou quase nada sabem a mais que elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega então o dia do principe, que insiste em dizer que não há nada de mal no que eles estão fazendo. tá tudo muito bom, tá tudo muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ué?? Não comi nada, mais to muito mal... Minhas amigas falam pra fazer o teste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravida! Pronto! Descobri e onde vem os bb´s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que o choque rosa acontece. E isso não é nem a metade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninas que por ficaram tanto tempo dentro de casa quando descobrem a liberdade, ficam sem chão. As que acham que tudo o que precisa é estudar pra arrumar um emprego perfeito quando mal sabem que o cargo que querem pra conseguir tem que dormir com o chefe. As que querem se igualar aos homens, mostrar que são capazes e acabam sendo humilhadas e desmerecidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as que simplesmente querem aproveitar a vida, tendo sucesso em todos os aspectos da vida, mas por não terem se casado são chamdas de solteironas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas fazer o que?? Vai ser sempre assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninas se vestem de rosa, meninos de azul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135469665702959415-7824247544367609328?l=sunsolshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7824247544367609328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135469665702959415&amp;postID=7824247544367609328' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/7824247544367609328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135469665702959415/posts/default/7824247544367609328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunsolshine.blogspot.com/2007/10/sempre-me-falaram-que-via-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Sun Shine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18277078351303288016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/SslUVAdV7mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uXcGjWWtDlM/S220/OQAAAJUKqsHuxnJ_lT0zs3lgek5InndngLF1XMZFabY8qaNVjc-7t3Bit8Kp9JrjU1XvSk9Mu48umrn3ViwaWmuWvEYAm1T1UCUi6QlIABKIg5wcwkIfD4oUHnrt%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvxAiA4BEMg/Rwv9BxDuoiI/AAAAAAAAABY/rADEsSXXH_A/s72-c/flor_cor_de_rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
