<?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-974217457431603351</id><updated>2011-10-18T10:33:41.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao sabor das palavras... pra me distrair</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pramedistrair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974217457431603351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pramedistrair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121272148849125681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFyzqwvIR1w/SXecl-dgV5I/AAAAAAAAJMY/EvV_zJPK20o/S220/ATgAAAAtt5iohsXn348xihQmXPDq4yxMbOMRjFUUNRfRtPXHasrvQxJOPXOnxdsAwdko1uR1dVYfULdmM340LwH1rJKnAJtU9VBCbHOgvZBsbVvbF26ysm0FqVEpKg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974217457431603351.post-3886987571399283166</id><published>2009-01-22T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:09:14.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De sau****</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trancar o dedo numa porta dói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bater com o queixo no chão dói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Torcer o tornozelo dói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um tapa, um soco, um pontapé, doem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dói bater a cabeça na quina da mesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dói morder a língua, dói cólica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cárie e pedra no rim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas o que mais dói é a saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saudade é não saber mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não saber o que fazer com os dias que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ficaram mais compridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não saber como encontrar tarefas que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lhe cessem o pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não saber como freiar as lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;diante de uma música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não saber como vencer a dor de um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;silêncio que nada preenche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Miguel Falabella]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wFyzqwvIR1w/SXjq8n23hPI/AAAAAAAAJNA/X_ZGpYVUtp0/s1600-h/llAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294239689186182386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wFyzqwvIR1w/SXjq8n23hPI/AAAAAAAAJNA/X_ZGpYVUtp0/s320/llAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade. Vazio que dói... Mas um amor que conforta. Mais saudade. Dela... que está no meu coração e nos meus sonhos. Privilégio. Orgulho! Da pessoa mais linda, do sorriso, do olhinho pequeno (e da boca grande, rs). Minha bonequinha. Minha melhor e mais doce lembrança. La... eu te amo. Muito. Sempre... Minha pequena. Minha prima... irmã. Ah... saudade tem nome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974217457431603351-3886987571399283166?l=pramedistrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pramedistrair.blogspot.com/feeds/3886987571399283166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pramedistrair.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974217457431603351/posts/default/3886987571399283166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974217457431603351/posts/default/3886987571399283166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pramedistrair.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_22.html' title='De sau****'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121272148849125681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFyzqwvIR1w/SXecl-dgV5I/AAAAAAAAJMY/EvV_zJPK20o/S220/ATgAAAAtt5iohsXn348xihQmXPDq4yxMbOMRjFUUNRfRtPXHasrvQxJOPXOnxdsAwdko1uR1dVYfULdmM340LwH1rJKnAJtU9VBCbHOgvZBsbVvbF26ysm0FqVEpKg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wFyzqwvIR1w/SXjq8n23hPI/AAAAAAAAJNA/X_ZGpYVUtp0/s72-c/llAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974217457431603351.post-654839963258243997</id><published>2009-01-20T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:04:57.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu te queria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[De Ruleandson do Carmo para Mariana Conrado - 11/12/2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que digitadas as palavras digam o que o coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;em voz, não sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Algumas coisas que eu queria para uma amiga. Queria que o mundo, fosse mais que um abrigo, fosse um lar. Queria que seus passos não errassem os caminhos, e que os caminhos trilhassem ao sucesso. Queria que o amor só lhe trouxesse príncipes encantados, ou que, pelo menos, o encanto deles durasse até que você beijasse o próximo sapo. Queria que você desejasse sempre mais do que já possui, mas que crescesse para perceber que já tem tudo o que pediu. Queria que a chuva só caísse do lado da calçada em que você não está, mas que se ela te molhasse fosse para lavar a alma inteira. Queria que quando estivesse de saco cheio, acordasse logo e o dia fosse feriado, para descansar e voltar a ser quem é. Queria que o trabalho não gerasse cansaço, fosse seu espaço para mostrar a qual talento veio. Queria que a sabedoria não te fizesse cega e que tivesse sempre dúvidas, para que nada fosse definitivo. Queria que os anos não lhe trouxessem rugas, mas marcas do quanto foi feliz. Queria que hoje sua dor não existisse, que as lágrimas não corressem, e que meu esforço em te proteger do mundo dessa vez não fosse em vão. E para encerrar, queria que a vida não te desse tudo que eu peço, apenas o que você, de fato, precisa. Para aprender a ser uma guerreira e não mais uma. Seguir em frente e ter fé, é todo o pouco do muito que eu te queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras do Ru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presente de fortalecer a alma em dias difíceis quando &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;estava distante&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFyzqwvIR1w/SXaLe1X1ljI/AAAAAAAAJL4/BqqqhSPjsQ8/s1600-h/Ru+e+Mari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293571773859993138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFyzqwvIR1w/SXaLe1X1ljI/AAAAAAAAJL4/BqqqhSPjsQ8/s320/Ru+e+Mari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ru - em um dos momentos mais especiais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974217457431603351-654839963258243997?l=pramedistrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pramedistrair.blogspot.com/feeds/654839963258243997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pramedistrair.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-que-eu-te-queria.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974217457431603351/posts/default/654839963258243997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974217457431603351/posts/default/654839963258243997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pramedistrair.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-que-eu-te-queria.html' title='O que eu te queria'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121272148849125681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFyzqwvIR1w/SXecl-dgV5I/AAAAAAAAJMY/EvV_zJPK20o/S220/ATgAAAAtt5iohsXn348xihQmXPDq4yxMbOMRjFUUNRfRtPXHasrvQxJOPXOnxdsAwdko1uR1dVYfULdmM340LwH1rJKnAJtU9VBCbHOgvZBsbVvbF26ysm0FqVEpKg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFyzqwvIR1w/SXaLe1X1ljI/AAAAAAAAJL4/BqqqhSPjsQ8/s72-c/Ru+e+Mari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974217457431603351.post-6195211457807949446</id><published>2009-01-20T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:30:29.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aqui deixo um pouquinho do que eu sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ou gostaria de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pensamentos em palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Palavras minhas, para mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ou que dizem por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pra me distrair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/974217457431603351-6195211457807949446?l=pramedistrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pramedistrair.blogspot.com/feeds/6195211457807949446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pramedistrair.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974217457431603351/posts/default/6195211457807949446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/974217457431603351/posts/default/6195211457807949446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pramedistrair.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03121272148849125681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wFyzqwvIR1w/SXecl-dgV5I/AAAAAAAAJMY/EvV_zJPK20o/S220/ATgAAAAtt5iohsXn348xihQmXPDq4yxMbOMRjFUUNRfRtPXHasrvQxJOPXOnxdsAwdko1uR1dVYfULdmM340LwH1rJKnAJtU9VBCbHOgvZBsbVvbF26ysm0FqVEpKg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
