<?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-7002484121410824328</id><updated>2012-01-13T14:50:48.703-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérolas ao Vento</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui posto mensagens de um coração calejado de tanto amar e querer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-3117978946827240714</id><published>2012-01-13T14:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:50:48.716-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras escritas por quem ama de verdade</title><content type='html'>"ooi, eu queria pedir desculpa por aquele dia eu tinha ficado sabendo q vc tinha voltado com o ***,fiquei triste vc sabe porq ,ai então tentei evitar võoc só q acabei me arrependendo,si q agi de forma burra,mas o carlinhos me falou depois q vc queria falar cmg ,eu sei q vc esta com o *** mas tbm queria deixar claro ,que aquilo q aconteceu na volta do show &amp;nbsp;não foi em vão ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;tú sabes o quanto eu gosto de ti e só queria q soubesse disso mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;saiba que a partir de hj eu não luto mais por vc ,sei q um dia poderei me arrepender disso .Pro resto de minha vida vou amar &amp;nbsp;voõc ,nunca gostei de alguem como gostei de voõc,se estou dizendo isso aqui e por q realmente amo võoc ,vou deixar voõc ser feliz com quem realmente gosta,mas saiba que sempre &amp;nbsp;vou te amar ,não a nd neste mundo que eu queira mais do q&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;sua felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e se essa felicidade for não ter aminha felicidade ,eu vou fazer isso&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;por voõc eu faria tudo como estou fazendo agora ,desistindo de ti pra deixar voõc ser feliz,mas uma vez nunca &amp;nbsp;te esquecereu pois o q e de verdade nunca e apagado de nossas mentess e de nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e võoc pra mim foi de verdade"&lt;br /&gt;Estas foram as últimas palavras de alguém que lutou realmente por alguém durante muitos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jdm6zZY6iTc/TxBe_XwkhKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGFB8Dr3zo0/s1600/dean-chorando-em-preto-e-branco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jdm6zZY6iTc/TxBe_XwkhKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGFB8Dr3zo0/s320/dean-chorando-em-preto-e-branco.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-3117978946827240714?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3117978946827240714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2012/01/palavras-escritas-por-quem-ama-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3117978946827240714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3117978946827240714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2012/01/palavras-escritas-por-quem-ama-de.html' title='Palavras escritas por quem ama de verdade'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jdm6zZY6iTc/TxBe_XwkhKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGFB8Dr3zo0/s72-c/dean-chorando-em-preto-e-branco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-643456126191601842</id><published>2011-10-25T15:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:40:16.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto da fidelidade</title><content type='html'>O que falar dessas humildes palavras de nosso grande poeta Vinicius de Moraes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLxMrGX9C6E/Tqb0cvJKiiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lgmnI0LZH3A/s1600/fidelidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLxMrGX9C6E/Tqb0cvJKiiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lgmnI0LZH3A/s320/fidelidade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;De tudo ao meu amor serei atento&lt;br /&gt;Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;br /&gt;Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;br /&gt;E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;br /&gt;E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive):&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-643456126191601842?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/643456126191601842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/10/soneto-da-fidelidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/643456126191601842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/643456126191601842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/10/soneto-da-fidelidade.html' title='Soneto da fidelidade'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLxMrGX9C6E/Tqb0cvJKiiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lgmnI0LZH3A/s72-c/fidelidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-5730777049882396620</id><published>2011-10-25T15:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:06:56.372-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atualmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X-vjlQqnd20/Tqbry4eh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN0/pk-DCw463V4/s1600/casal+feliz.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X-vjlQqnd20/Tqbry4eh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN0/pk-DCw463V4/s320/casal+feliz.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sei que estou indo por um caminho quase sem volta,posso me magoar ou magoar à alguém mas esse e meu destino e minha razão não adianta nada mais ,so me resta vivenciar o momento,viver esse tal de amor,vive-lo da melhor maneira possivel e aproveita-lo enquanto puder,amor me faça feliz .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-5730777049882396620?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5730777049882396620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/10/atualmente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/5730777049882396620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/5730777049882396620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/10/atualmente.html' title='Atualmente'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X-vjlQqnd20/Tqbry4eh8pI/AAAAAAAAAN0/pk-DCw463V4/s72-c/casal+feliz.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-7015843405266450005</id><published>2011-10-07T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:26:30.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tZvd8Y8jI4/To82NQRoacI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bLH-7IIilV0/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tZvd8Y8jI4/To82NQRoacI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bLH-7IIilV0/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Te amo como te amo e simples falar e dificil de se viver,quero um terreno no meio do nada,para que nesse tal lugar não me apaixone e talvez esqueça você la serei so eu e o nada ,pensando bem la não estarei sozinho pois a nada estara comigo,talvez o nada tenha ido pra la pelo mesmo motivo que eu,pra esquecer algo ou alguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-7015843405266450005?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7015843405266450005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/10/nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7015843405266450005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7015843405266450005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/10/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tZvd8Y8jI4/To82NQRoacI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bLH-7IIilV0/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-6318777031134488414</id><published>2011-10-07T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:13:10.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão</title><content type='html'>Não,Não e simples amar,gostar,querer ficar com alguém que te ame verdadeiramente e que o sentimento seja idêntico ao seu,amor e um sentimento muito difícil de se entender,não e como pensamos quando pequenos ,não existe príncipe nem princesa,o amor não aparece assim como se estivesse escrito,não existe alma gêmea existe pessoa certa na hora certa,não existe destino,isso e tudo ilusão que filmes novelas e etc nos passam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oo5GwXZaSw/To8zFVq_FJI/AAAAAAAAANM/_lMZGWDQR_8/s1600/chorando.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oo5GwXZaSw/To8zFVq_FJI/AAAAAAAAANM/_lMZGWDQR_8/s320/chorando.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O amor e conquistado ao pouco você ,não se iluda muito com uma pessoa pois você pode sair machucado(a),não coloque em sua mente ou coração que algo vai durar,pode muito bem durar mas pode muito bem também acabar logo,a ilusão e um mal que precisa acabar para o ser humano viver .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-6318777031134488414?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6318777031134488414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/10/ilusao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/6318777031134488414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/6318777031134488414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/10/ilusao.html' title='Ilusão'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Oo5GwXZaSw/To8zFVq_FJI/AAAAAAAAANM/_lMZGWDQR_8/s72-c/chorando.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-1957272146660325650</id><published>2011-08-23T16:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:36:49.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Menos de um Segundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/nrTj3xNdtIU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrTj3xNdtIU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrTj3xNdtIU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-1957272146660325650?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1957272146660325650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/08/menos-de-um-segundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/1957272146660325650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/1957272146660325650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/08/menos-de-um-segundo.html' title='Menos de um Segundo'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-7802857788912772638</id><published>2011-08-22T14:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T14:27:57.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CRISTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9LdJCnxFoA/TlKRYVzxMwI/AAAAAAAAANA/BpkQoH3kphs/s1600/heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9LdJCnxFoA/TlKRYVzxMwI/AAAAAAAAANA/BpkQoH3kphs/s1600/heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Estou em momento de aceitação em que CRISTO está em primeiro lugar de meus afazeres,vejo que minha vida está sendo falha e até sem sal,pois as vezes tenho deixado a desejar o verdadeiro significado de amar a cristo de se entregar a ele,vejo eu que quando a situação não tem mais volta me recorro a ele,só que sei que minhas chances estão sendo esgotadas e um dia não tem mais como voltar atrás,então quero sempre estar crucificado com cristo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-7802857788912772638?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7802857788912772638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/08/cristo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7802857788912772638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7802857788912772638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/08/cristo.html' title='CRISTO'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9LdJCnxFoA/TlKRYVzxMwI/AAAAAAAAANA/BpkQoH3kphs/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-7289603694049555882</id><published>2011-08-16T17:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T17:50:06.011-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por onde andei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Desculpe&lt;br /&gt;Estou um pouco atrasado&lt;br /&gt;Mas espero que ainda dê tempo&lt;br /&gt;De dizer que andei&lt;br /&gt;Errado e eu entendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;As suas queixas tão justificáveis&lt;br /&gt;E a falta que eu fiz nessa semana&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que pareceriam óbvias&lt;br /&gt;Até pra uma criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Por onde andei?&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você me procurava&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu sei?&lt;br /&gt;Que você é mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que me faltava...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Amor eu sinto a sua falta&lt;br /&gt;E a falta&lt;br /&gt;É a morte da esperança&lt;br /&gt;Como um dia&lt;br /&gt;Que roubaram o seu carro&lt;br /&gt;Deixou uma lembrança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Que a vida é mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Coisa muito frágil&lt;br /&gt;Uma bobagem&lt;br /&gt;Uma irrelevância&lt;br /&gt;Diante da eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Do amor de quem se ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;POETA:Nando Reis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-7289603694049555882?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7289603694049555882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/08/por-onde-andei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7289603694049555882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7289603694049555882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/08/por-onde-andei.html' title='Por onde andei'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-8311522552724384267</id><published>2011-08-08T16:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:22:23.509-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dias</title><content type='html'>Lembro do dia que te conheci,&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G5Pn5SvJCds/TkA3Ze69fXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UEhkeLwTlXM/s1600/sss.jpg.crdownload" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G5Pn5SvJCds/TkA3Ze69fXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UEhkeLwTlXM/s1600/sss.jpg.crdownload" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inocentemente no seu olhar me perdi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;achando que ali viveria uma grande paixão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que dias melhores viriam cheios de emoção,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas logo percebi que ia &amp;nbsp;ser diferente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você me pegou com esse jeito nada inocente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mudando a minha mente por inteiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;achando que o que você sentia por mim era verdadeiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meu coração por você foi mudado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas logo também foste quebrado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;percebi que você era só mais uma pessoa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que brincava com meu sentimento e me deixava atoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-8311522552724384267?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8311522552724384267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/08/dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/8311522552724384267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/8311522552724384267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/08/dias.html' title='dias'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G5Pn5SvJCds/TkA3Ze69fXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UEhkeLwTlXM/s72-c/sss.jpg.crdownload' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-3299603589676884023</id><published>2011-07-29T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:36:39.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sem querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyJkCvEfwqg/TjL9aRSNTdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oAk3pusvZiE/s1600/E-brincadeira-e-sem-querer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyJkCvEfwqg/TjL9aRSNTdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oAk3pusvZiE/s320/E-brincadeira-e-sem-querer.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sem querer venho te amando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;sem poder venho lhe falando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;que mesmo a distância entre dois corações,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;não separa dois amores de razões,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;sempre olhando para frente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;depois te tanto sofrer eu fico crente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;mostrando que a consequência de tudo e a dor,&lt;/div&gt;revelando que quando isso acontece e amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-3299603589676884023?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3299603589676884023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/sem-querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3299603589676884023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3299603589676884023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/sem-querer.html' title='sem querer'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyJkCvEfwqg/TjL9aRSNTdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oAk3pusvZiE/s72-c/E-brincadeira-e-sem-querer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-2981689448734901354</id><published>2011-07-27T15:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:51:26.392-03:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras indefinidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REPB-u3lgKk/TjBeDSoK7uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4OuqypqLZ-w/s1600/amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REPB-u3lgKk/TjBeDSoK7uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4OuqypqLZ-w/s320/amor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Palavras indefinidas,&lt;br /&gt;que machucam o coração,&lt;br /&gt;noites maus dormidas,&lt;br /&gt;relembrando a paixão,&lt;br /&gt;sonhos inacabados,&lt;br /&gt;mostrando a realidade,&lt;br /&gt;desejos destruidos,&lt;br /&gt;demonstrando a verdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-2981689448734901354?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2981689448734901354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/palavras-indefinidas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/2981689448734901354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/2981689448734901354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/palavras-indefinidas.html' title='palavras indefinidas'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REPB-u3lgKk/TjBeDSoK7uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4OuqypqLZ-w/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-8061744383792034547</id><published>2011-07-26T15:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:34:13.472-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1pIWH4of6I/Ti8Hl9eYUoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/srBPdWiiI_M/s1600/sonhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1pIWH4of6I/Ti8Hl9eYUoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/srBPdWiiI_M/s320/sonhos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sonho a muito tempo pretendido,&lt;br /&gt;que por mim e bem querido,&lt;br /&gt;amar e ser correspondido,&lt;br /&gt;te amar não como amigo,&lt;br /&gt;sonho que por muitos e sonhado,&lt;br /&gt;e por poucos realizado,&lt;br /&gt;que e amar e ser amado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-8061744383792034547?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8061744383792034547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/8061744383792034547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/8061744383792034547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/sonho.html' title='sonho'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1pIWH4of6I/Ti8Hl9eYUoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/srBPdWiiI_M/s72-c/sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-328022886798920290</id><published>2011-07-25T14:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T13:25:51.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>segredo</title><content type='html'>O segredo a ser descoberto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ1xo632cS0/Ti2lx_75e5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/DDartNYZeQY/s1600/eeeeee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ1xo632cS0/Ti2lx_75e5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/DDartNYZeQY/s320/eeeeee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;te ter e te querer por perto,&lt;br /&gt;viver contigo,&lt;br /&gt;correndo perigo,&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente amar ,&lt;br /&gt;e com você para sempre ficar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-328022886798920290?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/328022886798920290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/segredo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/328022886798920290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/328022886798920290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/segredo.html' title='segredo'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UQ1xo632cS0/Ti2lx_75e5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/DDartNYZeQY/s72-c/eeeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-2596306451500057453</id><published>2011-07-22T17:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T17:43:24.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dia de verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn7nDoXnmJo/TingmEOxFyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lnGLY2NGEKM/s1600/como-saber-se-ela-gosta-de-voc%25C3%25AA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn7nDoXnmJo/TingmEOxFyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lnGLY2NGEKM/s320/como-saber-se-ela-gosta-de-voc%25C3%25AA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Era um belo dia de verão,&lt;br /&gt;ela veio é&amp;nbsp; possui meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;chegando assim derrepente,&lt;br /&gt;mechendo com minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;me deixando atorduado,&lt;br /&gt;mudando o que era adequado,&lt;br /&gt;para aquela situação,&lt;br /&gt;surtei com minha razão,&lt;br /&gt;sentindo no coração a dor,&lt;br /&gt;explicando pra mim o que o amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-2596306451500057453?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2596306451500057453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-de-verao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/2596306451500057453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/2596306451500057453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-de-verao.html' title='dia de verão'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn7nDoXnmJo/TingmEOxFyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lnGLY2NGEKM/s72-c/como-saber-se-ela-gosta-de-voc%25C3%25AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-3774186235996427200</id><published>2011-07-22T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:51:44.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o significado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbVCEkXEYuo/Tim4i3L9fHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BXnRtbyOlzg/s1600/7634E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbVCEkXEYuo/Tim4i3L9fHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BXnRtbyOlzg/s320/7634E.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O amor paradoxo imperfeito que mexe comigo,uma lei da física ainda sem explicações,uma teoria elaborada por muitos mas experimentado por poucos,amor uma constante em evolução que aos poucos vem sendo interpretado certamente,um jeito de agirmos pela emoção de fazermos coisas sem razão,um modo de desligarmos do mundo de ficarmos só de pensarmos mais na vida,um palavra simples por ser pequena mas grande pelo que faz,uma palavra que muda o aspecto das pessoas que transforma seu dia-dia que deixa seus dias com mais alegria,palavra também que pode causa dor fazendo sofrer ,esse e o verdaeiro significado da palavra amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-3774186235996427200?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3774186235996427200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-significado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3774186235996427200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3774186235996427200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-significado.html' title='o significado'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbVCEkXEYuo/Tim4i3L9fHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BXnRtbyOlzg/s72-c/7634E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-5739800634563891058</id><published>2011-07-22T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:31:07.672-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quando chegou</title><content type='html'>Ao ver seu olhar meu coração disparou,&lt;br /&gt;meus dias mudaram quando tú chegou,&lt;br /&gt;minha vida não foi a mesma a partir daquele dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoejedY5Fbs/Timzt722z_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/35VsG2JXmTM/s1600/30480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoejedY5Fbs/Timzt722z_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/35VsG2JXmTM/s1600/30480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adicionar legenda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;com noites melhores cheias de alegria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-5739800634563891058?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5739800634563891058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-chegou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/5739800634563891058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/5739800634563891058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-chegou.html' title='quando chegou'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoejedY5Fbs/Timzt722z_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/35VsG2JXmTM/s72-c/30480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-412533554123891917</id><published>2011-07-21T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T18:16:40.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWcgoRIi3XM/TiiXDRk1_2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pMs0qsLIXX0/s1600/iceheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWcgoRIi3XM/TiiXDRk1_2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pMs0qsLIXX0/s320/iceheart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Palvaras jogadas ao vento,&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; por muitos merece tento,&lt;br /&gt;sonhos destruídos em vão,&lt;br /&gt;matando o seu coração,&lt;br /&gt;viver aquilo que um dia,&lt;br /&gt;você achou que gostaria,&lt;br /&gt;saber que&amp;nbsp; foi amado,&lt;br /&gt;e por você foste esnobado,&lt;br /&gt;tentando esquecer tudo isso,&lt;br /&gt;e ao mesmo tempo ser submisso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWcgoRIi3XM/TiiXDRk1_2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pMs0qsLIXX0/s1600/iceheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sabendo que isso aconteceu,&lt;br /&gt;a partir deste dia&amp;nbsp; amor morreu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-412533554123891917?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/412533554123891917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/palavras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/412533554123891917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/412533554123891917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/palavras.html' title='palavras'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWcgoRIi3XM/TiiXDRk1_2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/pMs0qsLIXX0/s72-c/iceheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-7331514346682150136</id><published>2011-07-21T17:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:32:32.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>teoria do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0BHqbN-h5U/TiiMsza5wlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hxaYlPp30yc/s1600/namorados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0BHqbN-h5U/TiiMsza5wlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hxaYlPp30yc/s320/namorados.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sonhar,cantar,&lt;br /&gt;viver e estar,&lt;br /&gt;começar,testar,&lt;br /&gt;querer e gostar,&lt;br /&gt;ficar,lutar,&lt;br /&gt;vencer e ganhar,&lt;br /&gt;pegar,chegar,&lt;br /&gt;crer e aceitar,&lt;br /&gt;ficar,rejeitar,&lt;br /&gt;ter e amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-7331514346682150136?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7331514346682150136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/teoria-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7331514346682150136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7331514346682150136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/teoria-do-amor.html' title='teoria do amor'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0BHqbN-h5U/TiiMsza5wlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hxaYlPp30yc/s72-c/namorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-1495896570573346898</id><published>2011-07-21T17:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:03:03.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>por trás</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-cpz6dCYO0/TiiFyafSMsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7MdWNrw5ajQ/s1600/Ang%25C3%25BAstia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-cpz6dCYO0/TiiFyafSMsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7MdWNrw5ajQ/s1600/Ang%25C3%25BAstia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por trás deste sorriso há um coração quebrado,&lt;br /&gt;de tanto amar é não ser amado,&lt;br /&gt;tentando esquecer o fato de que um dia foi querido por alguém,&lt;br /&gt;e hoje não resta mas ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;só restam pedaços pelos quais estou juntando os cacos,&lt;br /&gt;de paixões que me jogaram em buracos,&lt;br /&gt;esquecendo o verdadeiro valor de amar,&lt;br /&gt;e mostrando que não basta só apenas gostar.;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-1495896570573346898?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1495896570573346898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/por-tras-deste-sorriso-ha-um-coracao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/1495896570573346898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/1495896570573346898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/por-tras-deste-sorriso-ha-um-coracao.html' title='por trás'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-cpz6dCYO0/TiiFyafSMsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7MdWNrw5ajQ/s72-c/Ang%25C3%25BAstia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-3827701349690132989</id><published>2011-07-21T14:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:53:00.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'>única excessão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lO2sV8nB4GE/TihncM7_2kI/AAAAAAAAALE/5efKz7EsaN4/s1600/bemmequer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lO2sV8nB4GE/TihncM7_2kI/AAAAAAAAALE/5efKz7EsaN4/s1600/bemmequer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O que você quer,pode ser o que você precisa&lt;br /&gt;,mas o que você necessita não.&lt;br /&gt;Isso depende do ponto de vista de como você encara o amor,&lt;br /&gt;pois ele você quer,precisa é necessita&lt;br /&gt;ele e a única excessão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-3827701349690132989?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3827701349690132989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/unica-excessao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3827701349690132989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3827701349690132989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/unica-excessao.html' title='única excessão'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lO2sV8nB4GE/TihncM7_2kI/AAAAAAAAALE/5efKz7EsaN4/s72-c/bemmequer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-1870851590777648141</id><published>2011-07-21T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:31:54.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>chocalho de ossos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entrytext"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXNurzON41Q/TihifhYTgFI/AAAAAAAAALA/49vBPfGYEks/s1600/mar3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXNurzON41Q/TihifhYTgFI/AAAAAAAAALA/49vBPfGYEks/s320/mar3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Podem te arrancar um braço, uma perna, tudo bem, você continua vivendo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a alma?&lt;br /&gt;Sem ela, você é apenas uma caixa de ossos chacoalhando por aí.&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/7002484121410824328-1870851590777648141?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1870851590777648141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/chocalho-de-ossos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/1870851590777648141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/1870851590777648141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/chocalho-de-ossos.html' title='chocalho de ossos'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXNurzON41Q/TihifhYTgFI/AAAAAAAAALA/49vBPfGYEks/s72-c/mar3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-4367077147028667774</id><published>2011-07-21T14:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:17:35.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o tal de coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dajDdrSUUNA/TihfFD9ECSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WeQZ-O_v208/s1600/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+preto+em+branco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dajDdrSUUNA/TihfFD9ECSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WeQZ-O_v208/s1600/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+preto+em+branco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você me faz ser o que sou,e sentir o que sinto,fazer o que faço,você manda ne mim,você me comanda,me mostrar a hora de agir,as vezes me envergonha,me da vontade de continuar e as vezes de parar,me mostrar quando estou errado e quando acerto,e quando me acho superior ao outros,mas o que mais gosto em você e como você me faz sentir bem e me ajuda,obrigado coração por sofrer,chorar e o melhor por amar.Felicidade acompanhada do coração,e igual ao amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;''Meu coração está desbotado,se tornou preto e branco culpa do tempo, talvez ,ou culpa minha, já não sei''.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bianca Teixeira&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-4367077147028667774?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4367077147028667774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-tal-de-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/4367077147028667774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/4367077147028667774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-tal-de-coracao.html' title='o tal de coração'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dajDdrSUUNA/TihfFD9ECSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WeQZ-O_v208/s72-c/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+preto+em+branco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-4710594516689277036</id><published>2011-07-21T14:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:03:01.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kC5O55eL9Us/TihbuQsdlaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0gMw5VU9Xoc/s1600/escrevendo11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kC5O55eL9Us/TihbuQsdlaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0gMw5VU9Xoc/s320/escrevendo11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando escrevo,tudo esqueço exceto ela ,pois dela vem a minha inspiraçao ,inspiraçao que a muito era escondida,hoje escrevida e por muitos lida ,escrever me liberta,deste mundo no qual muitos estão presos,aqui que desafogo minhas decepçõoes e mostro minha realidade que e amar é bom,e ser feliz melhor ainda,não adianta somente amar pois o amor sozinho,e um sentimento comum,mas com felicidade e um sentimento insuperável,queria poder amar e ser feliz ao mesmo tempo,assim como naqueles filmes,ou livros.Amar é amar,palavra dura&amp;nbsp; de se explicar,que por muitos apenas e amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ''O heroísmo de pouco vale, a felicidade é mais difícil''.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Albert Camus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-4710594516689277036?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4710594516689277036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-escrevotudo-esqueco-exceto-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/4710594516689277036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/4710594516689277036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-escrevotudo-esqueco-exceto-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kC5O55eL9Us/TihbuQsdlaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0gMw5VU9Xoc/s72-c/escrevendo11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-1759252972428064524</id><published>2011-07-21T13:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:52:01.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaWQR3lQDzA/TihYvrbFX_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sVtVwJTjx0U/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaWQR3lQDzA/TihYvrbFX_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sVtVwJTjx0U/s400/a.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amor em filme e tão lindo né,queria que a vida real fosse assim,você conhece uma pessoa convive com ela ,ela se apaixona por você você por ela,vocês se desentedem depois de uma suposta cena de mentira ou traição,você ou ela vão atrás um do outro e pedem desculpas ,se beijam e volta tudo ao normal,que dera fosse assim,o que vemos hoje não e bem assim,amamos sofremos somos pisados,e pronto já era,dificil né a vida deveria ser um filme de romance,de preferência comédia romântica que poderiamos rir um pouquinho,mas num e fazer o que se nem tudo e como queremos.Amar um sentimento que precisa ser explicado.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; '' Revolto-me, logo existo''.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Abert Camus &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-1759252972428064524?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1759252972428064524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/filme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/1759252972428064524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/1759252972428064524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/filme.html' title='filme'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaWQR3lQDzA/TihYvrbFX_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sVtVwJTjx0U/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-5629272431328798761</id><published>2011-07-20T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:50:58.011-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aconteceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBMykV_eOMg/TieFC21jbxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JsF_BOYE_4E/s1600/pensativo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBMykV_eOMg/TieFC21jbxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JsF_BOYE_4E/s400/pensativo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amor,a amor por que és tão duro comigo,por quê?;estou negociando um terreno na lua ,aonde não terei amor,nem paixão,Internet,TV,não terei nenhum meio de me decepcionar,la serei eu e mais nada,eu e minhas lembranças que dificilmente esquecerei,mas conseguirei pois não haverá afecto com ninguém para que volta acontecer.Como já disse não mando no meu coração,queria mandar pois escolheria a pessoa certa,mas ele só escolhe que já foi escolhida por outro.Sonho com você todos os dias da minha existência,para que ela não seja em vão.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;''Há momentos na vida em que sentimos a falta de alguém que e que mais queremos é tirar essa &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pessoa de nossos sonhos e abraça-la.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Clarice Lispector&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7002484121410824328-5629272431328798761?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5629272431328798761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/aconteceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/5629272431328798761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/5629272431328798761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/aconteceu.html' title='aconteceu'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBMykV_eOMg/TieFC21jbxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JsF_BOYE_4E/s72-c/pensativo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-8080661643238978667</id><published>2011-07-20T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:29:53.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'>diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug3koXwG6kQ/Tic6YI8CqII/AAAAAAAAAKs/r33XWH8tHp4/s1600/negro+e+branca+se+amando10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug3koXwG6kQ/Tic6YI8CqII/AAAAAAAAAKs/r33XWH8tHp4/s1600/negro+e+branca+se+amando10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ser normal,ser diferente,o que e o normal?;é o que diferente?;nós ditamos o que queremos ser,não podemos ser alguém,por alguém,temos que ser nós por nós,eu sou o que sou por que quero ser assim,o que importa e amar e não o jeito que você e para amar,temos muitos paradigmas hoje,temos que apreender a gostar das pessoas do jeito que elas são,assim como amo ela que me faz delirar nós sonhos,me fazsonhar delirando,me faz alegre,me faz triste,simplesmente eu a amo.Isso e o que devemos fazer amar é amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ''A grandeza do homem consiste na sua decisão de ser mais forte que a condição humana.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Albert Camus &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-8080661643238978667?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8080661643238978667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/ser-normalser-diferenteo-que-e-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/8080661643238978667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/8080661643238978667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/ser-normalser-diferenteo-que-e-o.html' title='diferente'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug3koXwG6kQ/Tic6YI8CqII/AAAAAAAAAKs/r33XWH8tHp4/s72-c/negro+e+branca+se+amando10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-7435556943327303239</id><published>2011-07-20T16:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:49:40.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o livro da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XFpL-QNAbNY/TicwzEbBOnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BLCQlqphCzQ/s1600/da+vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XFpL-QNAbNY/TicwzEbBOnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BLCQlqphCzQ/s1600/da+vida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A vida e um livro a ser escrito,você decidi como será ela,os personagens,os figurantes,os papéis principais,a história e escrita no dia-a-dia,e não de uma vez,não adianta querer escrever coisas que provavelmente não irão acontecer,mas como em todo livro a uma surpresa no fim pode ser ela boa ou até ruim,isso só dependerá de você,não e simples nem tão complicado dificil sim,mas se você fizer tudo de coração e com vontade,pode saber que renderá muito essa sua história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ''Somos responsáveis por aquilo que fazemos, o que não fazemos e o que impedimos de fazer.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Albert Camus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-7435556943327303239?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7435556943327303239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/vida-e-um-livro-ser-escritovoce-decidi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7435556943327303239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7435556943327303239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/vida-e-um-livro-ser-escritovoce-decidi.html' title='o livro da vida'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XFpL-QNAbNY/TicwzEbBOnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BLCQlqphCzQ/s72-c/da+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-536746926951667978</id><published>2011-07-20T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:30:28.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'>será ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJjeLXKjHB4/TicQaVRI-6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/G9FNZkNeI7Q/s1600/ASSS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJjeLXKjHB4/TicQaVRI-6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/G9FNZkNeI7Q/s400/ASSS.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Será que tem como apreender a amar,será que tem como apreender a gostar,será que tem como querer uma coisa que nosso coração não quer,será que nos mandamos no nosso sentimento ou e nosso coração que manda,por que tanto será?;será que tudo isso e temporário,ou será que isso e pra sempre,amor sentimento inesplicavel,por muitos admirado e por outros rejeitado,não por quererem mas sim por estarem calejados de tanto sofrerem,será?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-536746926951667978?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/536746926951667978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/sera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/536746926951667978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/536746926951667978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/sera.html' title='será ?'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJjeLXKjHB4/TicQaVRI-6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/G9FNZkNeI7Q/s72-c/ASSS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-7392039112831427355</id><published>2011-07-20T14:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:10:09.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>estranhamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNN_XB4g6FE/TicL1Ji90wI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IAubwCmz-Ok/s1600/EU-QUERO-UM-AMOR-SIMPLES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNN_XB4g6FE/TicL1Ji90wI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IAubwCmz-Ok/s320/EU-QUERO-UM-AMOR-SIMPLES.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As escuras percebo que preciso de ti ,que teu amor,teu cheiro teu calor me completa,me preenche,perto de você sou uma pessoa longe você sou outra,não e que quero ser assim,mas meu coração me força a fazer isso,não mandamos no nosso coração se mandassemos nem me apaixonaria pois não precisaria sofrer ,mas o coração do homem ja tem essa coisa de sofrer,parece que pra ele viver ele tem que se apaixonar por alguem e sofrer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-7392039112831427355?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7392039112831427355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/estranhamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7392039112831427355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/7392039112831427355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/estranhamente.html' title='estranhamente'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNN_XB4g6FE/TicL1Ji90wI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IAubwCmz-Ok/s72-c/EU-QUERO-UM-AMOR-SIMPLES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-3213075782032631477</id><published>2011-07-20T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:50:22.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-F5vP1uLIY/TicHPfkQUzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ro7XQKW8bW8/s1600/sentimentos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-F5vP1uLIY/TicHPfkQUzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ro7XQKW8bW8/s320/sentimentos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somos forçados pelos nossos sentimentos,a fazer coisas que em sã consciência não faríamos nunca,queremos de mais,buscamos de mais,tentamos de mais,mas o melhor de tudo não fazemos que e amar,e sem o amor os outros sentimentos são em vão,por isso esqueça de so querer,so buscar,ame,ame e ame,nunca deixe de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ''A vida é a soma das suas escolhas.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Albert Camus &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-3213075782032631477?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3213075782032631477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3213075782032631477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3213075782032631477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/sentimentos.html' title='sentimentos'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-F5vP1uLIY/TicHPfkQUzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ro7XQKW8bW8/s72-c/sentimentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-588234538727886741</id><published>2011-07-20T13:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:33:18.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2gauxN97pY/TicDPb8k5YI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iceim3kq-rU/s1600/sozinho+na+cama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6HP8uRRj2c/TicC719v7fI/AAAAAAAAAKU/14-1tEp2hOs/s1600/sozinho+na+cama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6HP8uRRj2c/TicC719v7fI/AAAAAAAAAKU/14-1tEp2hOs/s1600/sozinho+na+cama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sempre quando chega a noite,deito em minha cama paro,penso reflito no verdadeiro significado do amor,da vida,e dificil saber que quem você ama esta longe,ou até com outra pessoa,e me pergunto será que ela merece meu sofrimento,sera que não esta sendo em vão,será?,sei que isso machuca,isso faz mal,mas o ser humano gosta de ser machucado,a pior coisa que acontece e amar não ser amado,e o que mas acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Caminhamos ao encontro do amor e do desejo..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Albert Camus &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-588234538727886741?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/588234538727886741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/588234538727886741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/588234538727886741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/pensamentos.html' title='pensamentos'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6HP8uRRj2c/TicC719v7fI/AAAAAAAAAKU/14-1tEp2hOs/s72-c/sozinho+na+cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-6212389723051471328</id><published>2011-07-19T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T16:33:30.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva quer Cair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chuva quer cair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UyYQtRMNt8/TiXb5yLM2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MH_6EJXVaB0/s1600/chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UyYQtRMNt8/TiXb5yLM2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MH_6EJXVaB0/s320/chuva.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;Danni Carlos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei sentido&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei pensando&lt;br /&gt;Nesses dias todos sem você&lt;br /&gt;O vento mudando e minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Hora lembra que eu esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu corpo chama&lt;br /&gt;Chora e nunca se engana&lt;br /&gt;Chuva quer cair&lt;br /&gt;Pra me dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que pra amar&lt;br /&gt;Não bastar estar perto&lt;br /&gt;É preciso estar dentro&lt;br /&gt;E nada vai nos separar&lt;br /&gt;Nem o tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-6212389723051471328?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6212389723051471328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/chuva-quer-cair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/6212389723051471328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/6212389723051471328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/chuva-quer-cair.html' title='Chuva quer Cair'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UyYQtRMNt8/TiXb5yLM2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MH_6EJXVaB0/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-6260767364021006137</id><published>2011-07-19T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T16:25:27.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra que ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4HOxKP9jO0/TiXZWQwDMiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jUQhWvYUcZE/s1600/cansado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4HOxKP9jO0/TiXZWQwDMiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jUQhWvYUcZE/s320/cansado.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pra quer amar,pra que?;se sabemos que vamos nos machucar,pra que?;sofrer e a base de quem ama,sim e sim pois pra amar você tem que lutar,e as lutas so são vencidas com sofrimento ou seja sofrer e a base de quem ama,não optamos por sofre,mas faz parte fazer o que,amar,amar e amar,palavra que não canso de dizer,ao mesmo tempo não amo sem sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;''Aqueles que se amam e são separados podem viver sua dor, mas isso não é desespero: eles sabem que o amor existe''.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Albert Camus &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-6260767364021006137?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6260767364021006137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/pra-quer-amarpra-quese-sabemos-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/6260767364021006137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/6260767364021006137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/pra-quer-amarpra-quese-sabemos-que.html' title='pra que ?'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4HOxKP9jO0/TiXZWQwDMiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jUQhWvYUcZE/s72-c/cansado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-6458398590934490502</id><published>2011-07-19T16:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T16:10:42.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'>inevitavelmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CfRmg1B9BHI/TiXV7L3sCMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EKacsdEHDvk/s1600/1C4E4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CfRmg1B9BHI/TiXV7L3sCMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EKacsdEHDvk/s320/1C4E4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E inevitável que nos crescemos quando,estamos verdadeiramente ligados a alguém,mas outra verdade e que diminuimos quando ficamos longe da tal.Sentir falta e evitável,amar e inevitável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CfRmg1B9BHI/TiXV7L3sCMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EKacsdEHDvk/s1600/1C4E4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-6458398590934490502?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6458398590934490502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/inevitavelmente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/6458398590934490502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/6458398590934490502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/inevitavelmente.html' title='inevitavelmente'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CfRmg1B9BHI/TiXV7L3sCMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EKacsdEHDvk/s72-c/1C4E4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-4988686734649769236</id><published>2011-07-19T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:38:46.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cp9easOrkNE/TiXOFjuxfzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LEXevy_ZqWk/s1600/Negar+para+n%25C3%25A3o+sofrer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cp9easOrkNE/TiXOFjuxfzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LEXevy_ZqWk/s320/Negar+para+n%25C3%25A3o+sofrer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amar,,rir,sofrer,chorar,padecer,são sinônimos que a primeira vista,não significam nada,mas com um olhar mais profundo,percebos que nada mais,nada menos que acontece quando amamos alguém,rimos,sofremos,choramos,padecemos,somos tomados completamente pela ignorância,e esquecemos o verdadeiro significado,da vida. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; " Abençoados os corações flexiveis;Pois nunca serão partidos. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Albert Camus &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-4988686734649769236?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4988686734649769236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/amarrirsofrerchorarpadecersao-sinonimos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/4988686734649769236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/4988686734649769236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/amarrirsofrerchorarpadecersao-sinonimos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cp9easOrkNE/TiXOFjuxfzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LEXevy_ZqWk/s72-c/Negar+para+n%25C3%25A3o+sofrer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-541576726504567013</id><published>2011-07-19T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:04:17.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>amor o paradoxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Uibam2J00/TiXFriopeZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JxLKjOBR638/s1600/eee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Uibam2J00/TiXFriopeZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JxLKjOBR638/s320/eee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar como já disse e sofrer,me esforço ao máximo,para não acontecer mas existe algo que me força a fazer isso,sinto que a medida que o tempo passa tento fazer as coisas para esquecer de amar,mas quando me deparo relamente com a realidade vejo,que as coisas que eu faço são por amor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ''Se amar bastasse, as coisas seriam simples.Quanto mais se ama, mais se consolida o absurdo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Albert Camus &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-541576726504567013?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/541576726504567013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/amor-o-paradoxo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/541576726504567013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/541576726504567013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/amor-o-paradoxo.html' title='amor o paradoxo'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Uibam2J00/TiXFriopeZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JxLKjOBR638/s72-c/eee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-3592640273190953468</id><published>2011-07-19T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:54:00.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o mundo de hoje</title><content type='html'>Estamos numa era de mulheres fáceis, frágeis e descartáveis. E os  garotos… um bando de predadores, mamíferos no cio que desconhecem a  beleza de amar. E elas caem e esse ciclo podre se alimenta. Bando de  tolos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não ser amado é falta de sorte, mas não amar é a própria infelicidade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Albert Camus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQr8sJgpdZ8/TiXEqFACM6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NU5HhDt5RqI/s1600/PQAAAIl7zAGE6TSydPCvsyp9uab8arQb8o3SkLaXvUhnFwMperlPrBobbQeZPOczY3ORz2pwhtZ_UyAyhUWd9Qysz48Am1T1UPMdAifce0Hq3lh3aHIU-0tbTNia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQr8sJgpdZ8/TiXEqFACM6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NU5HhDt5RqI/s320/PQAAAIl7zAGE6TSydPCvsyp9uab8arQb8o3SkLaXvUhnFwMperlPrBobbQeZPOczY3ORz2pwhtZ_UyAyhUWd9Qysz48Am1T1UPMdAifce0Hq3lh3aHIU-0tbTNia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-3592640273190953468?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3592640273190953468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-mundo-de-hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3592640273190953468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3592640273190953468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-mundo-de-hoje.html' title='o mundo de hoje'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQr8sJgpdZ8/TiXEqFACM6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NU5HhDt5RqI/s72-c/PQAAAIl7zAGE6TSydPCvsyp9uab8arQb8o3SkLaXvUhnFwMperlPrBobbQeZPOczY3ORz2pwhtZ_UyAyhUWd9Qysz48Am1T1UPMdAifce0Hq3lh3aHIU-0tbTNia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002484121410824328.post-3181469890182205618</id><published>2011-07-19T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:31:09.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinônimo de Sofrer</title><content type='html'>O amor que por muitos se dizem sofrer ,eu digo que sofro por querer amar,não e nada simples,sim muito complicado amar e nunca ser amado,não digo isso só por experiência prórpia nas também,por conhecer pessoas que sofreram por isso,amor e o sinônimo de sofrer,e sofrer e o sinônimo de amor,duas palavras que se complementam.Quem ama sofre ,quem nunca ouviu falar nesse pequeno ditado que diz tudo,e não e sofrimento opcional e sofrimento obrigatório,a pessoa ama pois a esse necessidade,no dia-dia humano,queria comprar uma casa ou até um terreno na lua,pois la terei a certeza de que não terei,a decepção ou a tristeza de amar alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Amar e bom,pois o homem gostar de sofrer ou seja sofrer e bom,e com ele que o ser apreende a viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002484121410824328-3181469890182205618?l=perolasaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3181469890182205618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinonimo-de-sofrer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3181469890182205618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002484121410824328/posts/default/3181469890182205618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perolasaovento.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinonimo-de-sofrer.html' title='Sinônimo de Sofrer'/><author><name>Sr Eliseu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480305771123250695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9e_31UYY9zw/Tih3Kj5ybPI/AAAAAAAAALc/1HrlU9HrI5o/s220/eliseu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
