<?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-4617242717938894012</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:30:22.052-02:00</updated><category term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category term='Antonio Carlos Jobim'/><category term='Vinícius de Moraes'/><category term='Alberto Caeiro'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos...</title><subtitle type='html'>Um Blog que Faz você pensar...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Um pensador...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709911611841203033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4617242717938894012.post-7615748691527817918</id><published>2008-07-05T09:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:07:26.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Há um sentimento dentro de mim, que a cada dia aumenta mais e mais, chego a não aguentar, preciso desabafar, preciso de alguém....&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia que passa além de me sentir mais e mais sozinha, acabo descobrindo que realmente não tenho ninguém, e a saudade de quem fazia parte da minha vida há algum tempo atraz...&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento esta cada vez mais forte, e não me aguento de saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Oh vontade de voltar no tempo, quem me dera se fosse possivel, estaria tão Feliz, é tão ruim rever fotos e mais fotos e sentir tanta saudade, porque a gente sabe que naquelas fotos eramos Felizes, e agora já nem tanto, da tanta vontade de chorar e realmente já to chorando...&lt;br /&gt;E o piro de tudo é se sentir sozinho em meio a uma multidão, um lugar onde ninguem ta nem ai pra você e muito menos pros seus sentimentos, onde não se sente livre, onde ninguém te entende, quero tanto voltar, voltar pra onde eu era realmente Feliz, não tinha tudo que queria mas tinha tudo que precisava, tinha amigos e amigos do peito, amigos de verdade....&lt;br /&gt;Mas também não há nada melhor que reconhecer quem são os seus verdadeiros amigos, pois é quenado se esta longe que se vê quem são eles...&lt;br /&gt;E só espero amigos, logo logo estar perto de vocês, pois ta cada dia mais dificil...&lt;br /&gt;Por Hojé é só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-7615748691527817918?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7615748691527817918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=7615748691527817918' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/7615748691527817918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/7615748691527817918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Um pensador...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709911611841203033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4617242717938894012.post-6243973084972362033</id><published>2008-07-02T11:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:39:52.221-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinícius de Moraes'/><title type='text'>Soneto de Fidelidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De tudo ao meu amor serei atento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinicius de Moraes, "Antologia Poética"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-6243973084972362033?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6243973084972362033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=6243973084972362033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/6243973084972362033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/6243973084972362033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/07/soneto-de-fidelidade.html' title='Soneto de Fidelidade'/><author><name>Um pensador...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709911611841203033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4617242717938894012.post-8665434467693112082</id><published>2008-06-03T13:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:07:12.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;De todos que me beijaram&lt;br /&gt;de todos que me abraçaram&lt;br /&gt;já nem me lembro, nem sei.&lt;br /&gt;são tantos os que me amaram&lt;br /&gt;mas tu-que rude contraste&lt;br /&gt;tu-que jamais me beijaste&lt;br /&gt;tu- que jamais abracei&lt;br /&gt;so tu nesta alma ficaste&lt;br /&gt;de todos os que eu Amei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-8665434467693112082?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8665434467693112082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=8665434467693112082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/8665434467693112082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/8665434467693112082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/06/s-tu.html' title='Só Tu'/><author><name>Um pensador...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709911611841203033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4617242717938894012.post-4735167152544983756</id><published>2008-06-03T13:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:04:10.565-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinícius de Moraes'/><title type='text'>Soneto de Fidelidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De tudo ao meu amor serei atento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-4735167152544983756?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4735167152544983756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=4735167152544983756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/4735167152544983756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/4735167152544983756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/06/soneto-de-fidelidade.html' title='Soneto de Fidelidade...'/><author><name>Um pensador...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709911611841203033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4617242717938894012.post-8668646192253673935</id><published>2008-06-02T13:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:12:11.917-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alberto Caeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pessoa'/><title type='text'>Poema de Alberto Caeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;O meu olhar é nítido como um girassol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tenho o costume de andar pelas estradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Olhando para a direita e para a esquerda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;E de vez em quando olhando para trás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;E o que vejo a cada momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;É aquilo que nunca antes eu tinha visto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;E eu sei dar por isso muito bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sei ter o pasmo essencial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Que tem uma criança se, ao nascer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Reparasse que nascera deveras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sinto-me nascido a cada momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a eterna novidade do Mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Creio no mundo como num malmequer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Porque o vejo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas não penso nele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Porque pensar é não compreender...&lt;br /&gt;O Mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(Pensar é estar doente dos olhos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho filosofia; tenho sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Amar é a eterna inocência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;E a única inocência não pensar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alberto Caeiro, em "O Guardador de Rebanhos", 8-3-1914&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-8668646192253673935?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8668646192253673935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=8668646192253673935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/8668646192253673935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/8668646192253673935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/06/poema-de-alberto-caeiro.html' title='Poema de Alberto Caeiro'/><author><name>Um pensador...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709911611841203033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4617242717938894012.post-7213479247352911595</id><published>2008-05-19T18:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:19:27.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mesmo que o Quizesse,já não o Queria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mesmo que o Amasse, já não o Amaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mesmo que o Ame, Já Não te Amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mesmo que meu sentimento ainda exista, ele não existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;E isso não vai mudar,  mesmo que se passem anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;E eu ainda o Ame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Você causou tamanha dor em meu coração que me fez mudar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;E já não saber dizer o que diria antes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;E mesmo que te Ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Já não quero mais Te Amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;18/05/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Fernanda Oliveira Xavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-7213479247352911595?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7213479247352911595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=7213479247352911595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/7213479247352911595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/7213479247352911595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/mesmo-que-o-quizessej-no-o-queria.html' title=''/><author><name>Um pensador...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709911611841203033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4617242717938894012.post-7987544650130327200</id><published>2008-05-14T13:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:09:38.377-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinícius de Moraes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antonio Carlos Jobim'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Felicidade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Antonio Carlos Jobim and Vinicius de Moraes (1959)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tristeza não tem fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Felicidade sim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A felicidade é como a gota&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De orvalho numa pétala de flor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brilha tranquilaDepois de leve oscila&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E cai como uma lágrima de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A felicidade do pobre parece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A grande ilusão do carnaval&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gente trabalha o ano inteiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por um momento de sonho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra fazer a fantasia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De rei ou de pirata ou jardineira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra tudo se acabar na quarta feira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tristeza não tem fimFelicidade sim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A felicidade é como a pluma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o vento vai levando pelo ar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voa tão leveMas tem a vida breve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Precisa que haja vento sem parar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A minha felicidade está sonhando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos olhos da minha namorada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É como esta noite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passando, passando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em busca da madrugada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falem baixo, por favor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prá que ela acorde alegre como o dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oferecendo beijos de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Felicidade sim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-7987544650130327200?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7987544650130327200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=7987544650130327200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/7987544650130327200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/7987544650130327200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/05/felicidade-by-antonio-carlos-jobim-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Um pensador...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709911611841203033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4617242717938894012.post-6821989659869644580</id><published>2008-05-02T20:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:22:52.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A constante inconstância do consciente inconsciente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As vezes nos deparamos com situações idiotas e ao ,mesmo tempo tão complexas de serem resolvidas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá porque isso acontece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que os dias têm sido dificeis de se viver e um tanto complicados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma revolta com o mundo que não sei de onde vem ou Talvez não queira saber....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que acontecem ao nosso redor e não podemos perceber....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas inesperadas e ao mesmo tempo tão esperadas e Felizes ao meu ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só Deus sabe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-6821989659869644580?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6821989659869644580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=6821989659869644580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como de costume, estive pensando, desta vez no fato de como nós seres humanos temos um Dom de nunca realmente perceber aquilo que esta a nossa volta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano em sia tem a capacidade de nunca reconhecer as coisas ao seu redor mesmo que passe por elas 1001 vezes por dia, o ser humano é tão capaz de ser indiferentes a fatos tão diferentes e ao mesmo tempo tão cotidianos em nossa vida mas acima de tudo isso de momentos muito importantes que se fossem lembrados fariam tanta gente mais Feliz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que fico triste mas vejo logo que na vida o que vale é ser Feliz, não adianta chorar mas me irrita e me intriga o fato de ver que a cada dia que passa as pessoas estão mais indiferentes a coisas tão importantes como o Amor e a Amizade, já não dão nenhum valor, fico extremamente chateada com esse fato....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que se tem que ser muito forte para aturar tudo isso sem poder fazer nada apenas desabafar, o mundo caminha em uma direção nada agradavel aos meus olhos e sinceramente tenho pensado muito em me privar de certos sonhos que seriam muito bons para mim mas que talvez no futuro desse planeta eu me entristeceria muito em ver acontecer aquilo que realmente vai acontecer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que os reais valores da vida estão sendo perdidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos apenas sendo espectadores do inicio da destruição do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;De Um grande dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pior é que praticamente não podemos fazer nada!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-3088419411951986860?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3088419411951986860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=3088419411951986860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/3088419411951986860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/3088419411951986860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento...'/><author><name>Um pensador...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709911611841203033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4617242717938894012.post-2001977093545356048</id><published>2008-04-15T14:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:01:56.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O ato...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho descoberto muitas coisas quando estou a pensar, e não é o simples fato de pensar que nos faz descobrir certas coisas ou entende-las melhor, é além de pensar prestar atenção no que se pensa e até discutir certos pontos de vista que você tem com seus próprios pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer estranho mas preste atenção, quando estamos só principalmente é que temos a chance de pensar em coisas que acontecem em nossa vida, e é nessa hora que se prestarmos bem atenção no que esses pensamentos nos dizem, e nas interpretações que podemos fazer, temos uma ferramenta importante em nossas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensamentos podem nos dizer aquilo que ninguém nunca poderia te dizer ou talvez nunca tivesse analisado tão profundamente as situações para que pudesse ver tal ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E falo isso por experiência própria não só por falar, há certas coisas que nós só acreditamos quando nós mesmos percebemos e não adianta ninguém nos dizer nada pois o ser humano só acredita naquilo que ele quer acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tenho feito muitas descobertas com meus pensamentos e analises, descobri o quanto Deus realmente escreve certo por linhas tortas, por detalhes que nem ao menos eu sabia que existiam mas que ao vir à tona fiz tal descoberta, descobri o quanto Deus nos faz perceber certas coisas em tão pequenos detalhes, detalhes esses que nós não prestamos atenção de imediato somente quando paramos para pensar, as vezes pode ser tarde, mas depois que se descobre como identificar certos sinais por pensamentos, fazer essas descobertas ocultas se torna menos complicado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essas descobertas pelo menos para mim são muito importantes principalmente no momento atual de minha vida, por isso preste atenção a todos os detalhes daquilo que acontece em sua vida e procure depois em um momento só pensar naqueles detalhes que nem tenham tanta importância assim, você verá que é nesses detalhes que existem certas coisas a serem descobertas, talvez até mesmo para te fazer acreditar em coisas que antes você não acreditava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até Mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-2001977093545356048?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2001977093545356048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=2001977093545356048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/2001977093545356048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/2001977093545356048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-ato.html' title='O ato...'/><author><name>Um pensador...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709911611841203033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4617242717938894012.post-2974496999793237330</id><published>2008-04-12T08:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:04:11.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Dia........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem estava pensando e em meus pensamentos percebendo como sou diferente de outras pessoas que conheço, e com algumas, poucas, tão parecida, enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui percebendo que certas coisas não me agradavam mais e que antes eram muito importantes pra mim, e por muitas vezes me senti tão triste por coisas que nem ao menos valiam a pena...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percebi o quanto pensar sempre foi o meu ponto forte, criei até uma frase "Nós pensadores Analisamos as pessoas primeiro, depois, falamos com elas"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ou não é poético....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E mesmo existindo tantas pessoas que não entendam continuo a dizer, prefiro pensar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iso me faz bem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até mais!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgQEvBma1tQ/SACitQY2ltI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PLGSgMubxWs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188325669107832530" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="141" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgQEvBma1tQ/SACitQY2ltI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PLGSgMubxWs/s320/images.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-2974496999793237330?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2974496999793237330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=2974496999793237330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/2974496999793237330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/2974496999793237330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/bom-dia.html' title='Bom Dia........'/><author><name>Um pensador...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709911611841203033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgQEvBma1tQ/SACitQY2ltI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PLGSgMubxWs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4617242717938894012.post-6712446190080665017</id><published>2008-04-10T17:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:04:28.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olá....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, hoje iniciamos nosso ciclo de pensamentos....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos começar com Uma Breve citação sobre o Amor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Se queres sentir a Felicidade de Amar, esqueça Tua Alma, a Alma é que estraga o Amor!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Bom por Hojé é só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4617242717938894012-6712446190080665017?l=pensapoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6712446190080665017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4617242717938894012&amp;postID=6712446190080665017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/6712446190080665017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4617242717938894012/posts/default/6712446190080665017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/ol.html' title='Olá....'/><author><name>Um 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