<?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-4290760766777228699</id><updated>2011-09-26T14:14:16.287+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TemporalD'amor''</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-5069356342671432153</id><published>2011-01-29T15:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:41:18.864Z</updated><title type='text'>Sente..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje concentrei-me em ti …!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Olhei-te e disse: Que belo olhar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vi o teu &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;grande sorriso!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Senti&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a pureza da magnifica pessoa que és !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vi que Amiga não te chega , pois já nos conhecemos algum tempo !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para mim és mais uma &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mana!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Devertida e muito preocupada :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sim tenho saudades de aqui chegar e ver a tua bela poesia &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, como já te disse .."Adoro reler sempre que possa o que aqui me deixas !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando escrevo dixo um pouco da minha vida negativa …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E tu sempre ali ..Isso “Certamente não poderei pagar “..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Olhei-te e disse :Vai a um parque natural , ou um parque mais pessoal ..!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Olha e sente o vento bater nas árvores…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vê&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;e ouve a cascata , a bater nas rochas …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Observa a natureza e deixa ela penetrar no teu espírito interior … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ouve os pássaros já a relichar pela primavera …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No fim do dia vê o sol se por ..E depois diz-me se não gostas-te de sentir tudo isso !?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E Como digo Uma Grande Mana!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Te adoro e tu bem sabes disso ..:-)*****&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“O_Vento”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-5069356342671432153?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5069356342671432153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=5069356342671432153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5069356342671432153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5069356342671432153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/sente.html' title='Sente..'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-5740527177160336793</id><published>2011-01-29T15:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:07:15.452Z</updated><title type='text'>Praia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Hoje fui a praia, mas não para dar um mergolho !&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Fui ver o mar, sentir a beleza e o seu poder !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Sentir o ar fresco a bater-me na face !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Respira-lo bem fundo , e deixar ele afastar os maus penssamentos etc..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Sentir a areia fína , na palma da minha mão novamente ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Ver o sol a refeléctir nas suas águas ....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Comfesso que não foi só pelo mar ou ar fresco ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Mas sim tinha de ir , andava preso num espaço "Negativo"..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Tentar olhar as ondas , e esquecer momentos , tristezas , desacatos etc...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;O mar faz-me bem , embora não seja so o mar, mas sim outros lugares  onde gosto de estar ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Quem me conhece bem sabe que sou muito fechado ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;E não gosto de falar dos meus problemas , guardo-os para mim ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Comfesso que ja mudei um pouco nessse aspcto ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Bom um dia mais nublado ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;"O_Vento"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-5740527177160336793?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5740527177160336793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=5740527177160336793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5740527177160336793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5740527177160336793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/praia.html' title='Praia...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-8603813727166928779</id><published>2011-01-26T00:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:32:00.515Z</updated><title type='text'>:-))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 3" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #386fa9; TEXT-DECORATION: none; text-underline: none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Olá cara Amiga Sente , sim é verdade tenho andado muito ausente , mas sempre que posso dou lá um saltinho ..rs&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixo algo ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia põe-te debaixo de uma árvore ...&lt;br /&gt;Senta-te e acomoda-te ..&lt;br /&gt;Relaxa ...Ouve e sente !!&lt;br /&gt;O vento !&lt;br /&gt;Deixa ele ver novamente esse teu olhar ,&lt;br /&gt;Bélo e sereno!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa ele com suas películas finíssimas de ar fresco ,&lt;br /&gt;Tocar teu rosto!&lt;br /&gt;Vê o vento sacudir as árvores , e pondo as folhas a correr pêlo prado verdejante dos campos ..&lt;br /&gt;Sente o ar fresco do vento pois leva sempre um Sorriso meu :-)&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o vento dizer que és a minha manusca desnaturada que eu adoro para sempre :)..O vento vai por hoje, mas deixa-te uma rosa e beijinho @:--;--- :-)****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"O_Vento"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-8603813727166928779?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8603813727166928779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=8603813727166928779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8603813727166928779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8603813727166928779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_165.html' title=':-))'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-8330244651703428426</id><published>2010-12-28T01:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:35:19.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom ano Novo!</title><content type='html'>Bom , espero que tenham , um bom começo de ano ,&lt;br /&gt;Que a arte do novo ano vos tragam projéctos novos , uma boa establidade,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Momentos&lt;br /&gt;Tristezes&lt;br /&gt;Ànimo&lt;br /&gt;etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;Mas que vos traga um grande sorriso!!! ...«Pois a vida não é uma pergunta a ser respondida ...È um mistério a ser vivído»&lt;br /&gt;Bom ano Novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-8330244651703428426?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8330244651703428426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=8330244651703428426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8330244651703428426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8330244651703428426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/12/bom-ano-novo.html' title='Bom ano Novo!'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-8205263026576726423</id><published>2010-11-03T01:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T01:57:58.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Pelos Momentos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;Amigo é um sorriso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;Amigo é uma vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;Amigo,é ter o coração pronto a pulçar na mão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;Amigo é solidão dorrotada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Amigo é uma grande tarefa,um trabalho sem fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Um espaço útil, è um tempo fértil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Palavras para quê, quando se têm uma pessoa como você amiga PalavraSoltas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;“O_Vento”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-8205263026576726423?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8205263026576726423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=8205263026576726423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8205263026576726423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8205263026576726423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/pelos-momentos_03.html' title='Pelos Momentos..'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-7254525460277903424</id><published>2010-09-10T02:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T02:16:27.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;dir&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se eu pudesse contar o que realmente sou, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seria julgada por cada ser que me rodeia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vivo uma mentira e busco a verdade em todos. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;contradições, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;contradições da vida que não me deixam arriscar em nada. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não me posso entregar, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;posso amar mas sei que esse amor será vivido de forma temporária,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;depois...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;p&gt;tenho que me afastar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;se eu pudesse contar o que realmente sou. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seria tão fácil voltar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a sonhar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto-me presa, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;presa num mundo paralelo de mentiras, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;em que a principal actriz sou eu, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e a culpa da minha infelicidade É MINHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Autor:S.F&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-7254525460277903424?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7254525460277903424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=7254525460277903424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7254525460277903424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7254525460277903424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/mentira.html' title='Mentira'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-3625851696793197163</id><published>2010-08-20T05:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T05:49:46.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Hoje partiste , mas mal partiste e ja tenho saudades tuas...&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Hoje deixas-te o meu sorrir triste ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Hoje partiste meu coração sem um adeus!...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Hoje não consigo durmir , por falta do teu ser ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Hoje tudo me dói , com falta do teu sussurrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Hoje falta-me os traços das linhas do teu corpo&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;para me guiar…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Hoje faltas-me “TU!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;“O_Vento”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-3625851696793197163?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3625851696793197163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=3625851696793197163&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/3625851696793197163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/3625851696793197163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-8980734946063312807</id><published>2010-06-22T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:51:53.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: #5183be; FONT-SIZE: 18pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não consigo lutar contra o que sinto. Minhas lagrimas e minha dor aqui retrato agora. Minha alma angustiada se entrega a esse vazio Eu queria sumir, ir pra longe, ir embora. Como se lá, onde ninguém pudesse me encontrar. essa dor esquecesse de mim por um momento. E meu coração encontrasse na solidão o alivio e tirasse de dentro da alma esse sentimento. Mas a dor que existe em mim, é tão palpável que tudo em mim parece meu desespero retratar …Assim minhas lagrimas traduzem minha angustia… E são os reflexos do que não posso na alma calar. Assim eu entrego, minhas lagrimas a essa escuridão… Que sobre meu corpo desce de forma total… E coloca em meus olhos um brilho tão triste.. E revela que dentro de mim há um frio mortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 18pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-8980734946063312807?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8980734946063312807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=8980734946063312807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8980734946063312807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8980734946063312807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-consigo-lutar-contra-o-que-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-5159217325344697578</id><published>2010-05-23T14:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T14:17:50.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S_kqfK7ce4I/AAAAAAAAACI/Pel-XL4OvUg/s1600/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474453537043544962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S_kqfK7ce4I/AAAAAAAAACI/Pel-XL4OvUg/s400/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Se podes  conservar o teu  bom senso  e a calma ;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Num mundo a deliar, pára quem  o louco/a és tu ;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Se podes crêr  em ti , com toda a força da alma ;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Quando  ninguém te  crê, se  vais faminto/a e nu/a,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Trilhando sem revolta  um rumo  solitário ;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Se á torva  intolerância,á  negra  incompreenção ,tu podes responder , subindo  o teu calvário;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Com lágrimas  de amor e benção  de perdão ;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Se dás  ternura , amor  a quem te da rancor ,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Senhar, mas comservar-te acima do teu sonho ;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Entre o clarão  do inferno,encontro a luz  do teu sorriso  risonho ;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Se podes  encarar, com indiferença igual.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;O triunfo e a derrota  eternos impostores;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Se podes resistir á  raiva  ou á  vergonha ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;E sem  dizer  palavra e  sem  termo  agreste .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Voltares ao princípio, a construír  de novo ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;"O_Vento"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-5159217325344697578?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5159217325344697578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=5159217325344697578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5159217325344697578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5159217325344697578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/05/se-podes-conservar-o-teu-bom-senso-e.html' title=''/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S_kqfK7ce4I/AAAAAAAAACI/Pel-XL4OvUg/s72-c/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-854655709105214593</id><published>2010-04-03T21:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:09:07.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade de ti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S7ef8bE_KpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QaT7JuCRuJ8/s1600/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456005333992286866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S7ef8bE_KpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QaT7JuCRuJ8/s400/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tanto tua falta .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Saudade de te ver .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto falta do carinho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Saudade do sorriso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto falta dos teus&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;raspanetes !“Ou sermões.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Saudade de ouvir&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tua voz !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto falta dos momentos bons e menos bons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Saudade do tempo “passado!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto falta do teu ser ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Saudade da minha grande , Senhora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Avó”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“O_VENTO”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-854655709105214593?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/854655709105214593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=854655709105214593&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/854655709105214593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/854655709105214593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/saudade-de-ti.html' title='Saudade de ti!'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S7ef8bE_KpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QaT7JuCRuJ8/s72-c/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-5620307424707357835</id><published>2010-03-25T22:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:57:06.254Z</updated><title type='text'>O Homem ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S6vqJuTiJ-I/AAAAAAAAABY/nEF9kFPJujs/s1600/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452709226631800802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S6vqJuTiJ-I/AAAAAAAAABY/nEF9kFPJujs/s400/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;O Homem…!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Na escola .O Homem faz amigos, aprende e também sofre.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“À saida&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é dominado, pela ânsia de novas paragens .”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Há portas que se abrem, rostos que se esqueçem, memórias que teimam em ficar.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Um novo mundo o&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;espera!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; COLOR: whitefont-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:8;color:#ba000d;"   &gt; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Vendo o mundo crecer, deparamos em outra pessoa..”A Mulher!”..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Pessoa essa , em que nos deixamos ir !”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Pessoa que nos faz sentir ,tão bem !”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Esta pessoa , que tanto nos debatemos, e lutamos!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Pessoa&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;esta que nós fazemos sofrer, (Muito),e que nos faz sofrer também !”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Pessoa esta que nos faz rir…Sem ela não consseguíria&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;alcançar o meu sorriso!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Pessoa esta que teremos sempre , que nos debater, e nunca fazer-lhe sofrer.!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Pessoa esta que deveremos sempre respeitar, pois ela é tudo para nós!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Digo por mim próprio”… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“O_VENTO”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-5620307424707357835?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5620307424707357835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=5620307424707357835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5620307424707357835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5620307424707357835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-homem.html' title='O Homem ..'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S6vqJuTiJ-I/AAAAAAAAABY/nEF9kFPJujs/s72-c/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-1814993053681439697</id><published>2010-03-21T19:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:48:42.569Z</updated><title type='text'>O sentido...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S6Z3vfWT3CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BU8Z714lvts/s1600-h/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451176056731196450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S6Z3vfWT3CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BU8Z714lvts/s400/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Pára e sente …consegeues?&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sente o contorno leve do meu toque ,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sente o tão quente da minha mão, dislizando teu rosto…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sente o meu sussurrar da minha respiração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Respiração essa que me afóca , e me deixa vijante !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sente&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;o meu toque que em ti,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;me faz arrepiar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sente toda a minha , dor e tristeza, de não te ter por perto …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sente a minha dor , de não poder acariciar-te, de não poder, certe útil, nos dias mais tristes do teu dia á dia …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto meu medo , a pecorer-me nas veias …,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Medo pela distância, que há&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;entre nós!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto a tua respiração suave , sussurando , no meu ouvido …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Que me deixa arrepiado …!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Hoje tive contigo…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Hoje sinto sua falta …! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Amanhã posso não estar mais aqui …! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 16pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sente e pára !...."O_Vento"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-1814993053681439697?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1814993053681439697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=1814993053681439697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/1814993053681439697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/1814993053681439697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-sentido.html' title='O sentido...!'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S6Z3vfWT3CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BU8Z714lvts/s72-c/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-7758088956735131881</id><published>2010-02-22T23:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:06:52.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Companhia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S4MNsoiiLgI/AAAAAAAAABI/KuaGd6j9LQc/s1600-h/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441207835241360898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S4MNsoiiLgI/AAAAAAAAABI/KuaGd6j9LQc/s400/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; COLOR: white; FONT-SIZE: 16pt; mso-themecolor: background1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Companhia...&lt;br /&gt;Uma boa companhia, é a alegria, é a fé que se expande num ambiente de regozijo;&lt;br /&gt;Ser-se pessoa desejada, apreciada, é existir um fluxo de energia, um rio de sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;A vida é feita de momentos,&lt;br /&gt;de mãos de pés,&lt;br /&gt;de pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;momentos,bons&lt;br /&gt;ou mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;momentos, ruis&lt;br /&gt;ou apenas momentos,&lt;br /&gt;momentos que não voltam...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de saudade&lt;br /&gt;de tristezas&lt;br /&gt;de lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;de risos, da falta de um&lt;br /&gt;grande amigo ou amiga...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos, são para ser vivídos&lt;br /&gt;e nunca ser esquecidos...&lt;br /&gt;momentos são particulas&lt;br /&gt;de tempo inesquecídos....(Momentos muito loucos e inesquecíveis)...(Sorriso)..:-)*..."O_VENTO"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-7758088956735131881?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7758088956735131881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=7758088956735131881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7758088956735131881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7758088956735131881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/02/companhia_22.html' title='Companhia...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S4MNsoiiLgI/AAAAAAAAABI/KuaGd6j9LQc/s72-c/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-3851541974118085987</id><published>2010-02-10T23:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:05:23.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Por medo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S3NJZlvu0PI/AAAAAAAAAAo/N9XN8CkZetc/s1600-h/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436769879144190194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S3NJZlvu0PI/AAAAAAAAAAo/N9XN8CkZetc/s400/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Por medo..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por medo de dimínuir , deixamos de crecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por medo de chorar , deixamos de rir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por medo de sonhar , deixamos de acreditar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por medo de combater , deixamos de lutar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por medo do mar , deixamos de pescar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por medo de sofrer , deixamos de amar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O_VENTO"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-3851541974118085987?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3851541974118085987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=3851541974118085987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/3851541974118085987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/3851541974118085987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-medo.html' title='Por medo...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/S3NJZlvu0PI/AAAAAAAAAAo/N9XN8CkZetc/s72-c/MN0fnn714310-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-2585029617664403715</id><published>2010-02-10T22:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:27:47.537Z</updated><title type='text'>Diferente..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Seria tão diferente se os sonhos de que a gente gosta não terminassem tão de repente….&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Seria tão diferente se os bons momentos da vida durassem eternamente…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Seria tão diferente se a gente de que a gente gosta gostasse um pouco da gente …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Seria tão diferente se quando a gente chorasse,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Fosse só de contente…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Seria tão diferente, se a gente que a gente ama sentisse o que a gente sente…Mas…é tudo tão diferente…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Os sonhos de que a gente gosta terminam tão de repente…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Os bons momentos da vida não duram eternamente …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;A gente de que a gente gosta nem sempre gosta da gente …poucas vezes são de contente…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;E a gente que a gente ama não sente o mesmo que a gente …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Mas …poderia ser tão diferente…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Dê-se uma chance de ser diferente…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Tente, ouse, opte pela Felicidade e aí será diferente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;“Feliz aquele que acredita em seus sonhos, pois só assim poderá realizar seus voos plenamente…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Vento….:)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-2585029617664403715?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2585029617664403715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=2585029617664403715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/2585029617664403715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/2585029617664403715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2010/02/diferente.html' title='Diferente..'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-2231192988886966227</id><published>2009-12-15T01:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:36:42.264Z</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Palavra esta generosa,&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Palavra que te posso dizer agora…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Palavras para quê, quando se têm uma pessoa como tu !!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Nada te digo nada te conto….(Pois já tu sabes todo).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Pois tenho medo do teu reagir…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Palavras para que ?Para te dizer aquilo que já sabes?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Palavras para te magoar? Tou cheio de palavras, vistas agressivas…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Palavras estas ditas por nós!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Palavras estas que magoam ambos!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Palavras para quê hem ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Quando se têm uma amiga como tu…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Quando se têm , aquele sorriso vindo de ti,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Quando se tá mal , e temos aquele ombro teu,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Quando precisamos tu lá estas…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Palavras para quê?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Apenas uma palavra…(OBRIGADO)…!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Nada desta palavra chegaria para ti…!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Nada disto te descreveria…(Apenas eu o sei)..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;ASS:"OVENTO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;..(SORRISOS)..(in.Quieta)..:-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-2231192988886966227?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2231192988886966227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=2231192988886966227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/2231192988886966227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/2231192988886966227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2009/12/obrigado.html' title='Obrigado'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-7444542090994865024</id><published>2009-12-02T00:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:29:50.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Medo e Dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Medo de te perder …&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Dor de sofrer,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Medo de não voltar a ver novamente o teu sorriso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Dor de te ver triste .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Medo de voltar a sentir o mesmo sentimento passado.”Amor” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Dor de voltar a ser rejeitado…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Medo este que me retalia e me destroí&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;por dentro ,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Dor de fazer com que sofras também ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Medo e dor de seres como és “uma pessoa exencional que não posso magoar”…(Quando a vida não me sorri, faço-lhe coçegas)...:-)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;ASS:O_VENTO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-7444542090994865024?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7444542090994865024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=7444542090994865024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7444542090994865024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7444542090994865024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2009/12/medo-e-dor.html' title='Medo e Dor...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-7313352581636629751</id><published>2009-09-13T11:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:23:11.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Outono...</title><content type='html'>O outono já chegou - aos arrufos do vento&lt;br /&gt;as folhas num desmaio embalam-se pelo ar...- vão caindo... caindo... uma a uma, em desalento&lt;br /&gt;e uma a uma, lentamente, vão no chão pousar...&lt;br /&gt;O céu perdeu o azul - vestiu-se de cinzento&lt;br /&gt;e envolveu na neblina a luz baça do luar...&lt;br /&gt;- na alameda onde vou, de momento a momento,&lt;br /&gt;há um gemido de folha a cair e a expirar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O arvoredo transpira as carícias dos ninhos,&lt;br /&gt;e o vento a cirandar na curva das estradas&lt;br /&gt;eleva o folhareu no espaço em redemoinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um córrego a levar as folhas secas em bando...&lt;br /&gt;- e à aragem que soluça entre as ramas curvadas,&lt;br /&gt;parece que o arvoredo em coro está chorando!... Comprimentos"O_VENTO"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-7313352581636629751?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7313352581636629751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=7313352581636629751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7313352581636629751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7313352581636629751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-outono.html' title='O Outono...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-1425893911396275072</id><published>2009-01-09T23:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:49:00.392Z</updated><title type='text'>A Música....</title><content type='html'>A MÚSICA…&lt;br /&gt;Apuro o ouvido…&lt;br /&gt;E  ansioso,escuto,&lt;br /&gt;Tão impoluto e comovido,&lt;br /&gt;O som lomgínco da adolescência.&lt;br /&gt;Em impaciência ideio-o e brinco-o, entre o rosal,&lt;br /&gt;Rosas abrindo no bom quintal.&lt;br /&gt;Menino findo!&lt;br /&gt;Já sensual,&lt;br /&gt;Já pressentido.&lt;br /&gt;ASS:”O_VENTO”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-1425893911396275072?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1425893911396275072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=1425893911396275072&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/1425893911396275072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/1425893911396275072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2009/01/msica.html' title='A Música....'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-7958328453101938089</id><published>2009-01-03T21:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:11:26.628Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras....</title><content type='html'>Palavras….&lt;br /&gt;Com palavras me ergo  em cada dia !&lt;br /&gt;Com palavras levo, nas manhãs , o rosto e saio  para rua .&lt;br /&gt;Com palavras –inaudíveis-grito para rasgar risos que nos cercam.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! De palavras estamos todos cheios .&lt;br /&gt;Possuímos arquivos ,sabemo_los de cor em quatro  ou cinco línguas .&lt;br /&gt;Tomamo-las  á noite em comprímidos  para  dormir o cansaço&lt;br /&gt;As palavras  embrulham_se na língua ,&lt;br /&gt;As mais puras transportam_se vilácolas, roxas de silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;De que  servem asfixadas em saliva  prisioneiras?&lt;br /&gt;Possuímos das palavras ,&lt;br /&gt;as Mais belas ; as  que saivam o amor  , a liberdade…&lt;br /&gt;Engolo_as perguntando_me  se um dia as poderei navegar ;&lt;br /&gt;se alguma  vez  dilatarei  o  pulmão  que as encerra.&lt;br /&gt;Atravessa_me  um rio  de palavras :&lt;br /&gt; Com elas  eu me  deito ,me levanto, e faltam_me palavras  para cantar ..”O_VENTO”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-7958328453101938089?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7958328453101938089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=7958328453101938089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7958328453101938089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7958328453101938089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2009/01/palavras.html' title='Palavras....'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-1811228744093278850</id><published>2008-11-12T23:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:21:46.091Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>Sou uma saudade presente.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do passodo glorioso,&lt;br /&gt;Envolto em poêmas de bruma...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do futuro  jamais completo...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do deslumbramento,&lt;br /&gt;Que há na vida em festa .&lt;br /&gt;E que o homem não se cansa de celebrar...&lt;br /&gt;A festa....A memória...&lt;br /&gt;A saudade enche_me de música !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASS:"O_VENTO"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-1811228744093278850?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1811228744093278850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=1811228744093278850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/1811228744093278850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/1811228744093278850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2008/11/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-5943012976869973071</id><published>2008-11-02T17:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:42:02.802Z</updated><title type='text'>Soprinho....</title><content type='html'>Sopro sopro , e sopro ....&lt;br /&gt;Pesso ao vento ,&lt;br /&gt;Que me traga algo que nos ame ,&lt;br /&gt;Pesso_lhe que traga também algo que apredemos a a amar...&lt;br /&gt;Pesso para não atirar graus de areia para não chorar ,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não devemos chorar por quilo que nos é tirado ,&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a soprar e amar o que nos é dado ,&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo aquilo que realmente nós acreditamos e amamos,&lt;br /&gt;E lembrem_se sopres o que sopares  nunca se vai para sempre ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASS:"O_VENTO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Bom aqui esta espero que gostem , ja a muito que não escrevo ,&lt;br /&gt;falta_me o "TEMPO"....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-5943012976869973071?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5943012976869973071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=5943012976869973071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5943012976869973071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5943012976869973071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2008/11/soprinho.html' title='Soprinho....'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-2831527851077089687</id><published>2008-09-11T23:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:01:35.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ombro amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deitada na minha cama,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;contigo estive falando&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;desabafando minhas magoas,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;e uma lagrima derramando..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;senti-me aliviada por ter com quem falar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;so tenho pena de não um abraço te dar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um abraço de amigo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;agradeço-te meu amigo ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;por estares a meu lado....(Ass:&lt;b&gt;claudia camacho)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;È como muito carinho que público este poéma para ti amiga kid@......@;---;----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-2831527851077089687?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-5508530220817723313</id><published>2008-08-08T22:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:42:56.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O retrato do teu rosto ...</title><content type='html'>Desenho o teu rosto a partir de umas simpeles linhas..,&lt;br /&gt;Desenho  cada traço ao longo do teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Desenho o teu traço brilhante do teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;O traço ou linhas dos teus lábios senciveis e partidos do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;O retrato da pessoa que tu és ,&lt;br /&gt;O retrato de cada linha cada centímetro da  tua postura,&lt;br /&gt;Cada linha desenhada do sol a bater nos teus olhos ,&lt;br /&gt;Parecendo estrelas do céu!&lt;br /&gt;Linhas muito difiçeis  de encontrar ,&lt;br /&gt;Corro por vezes dezertos imaginários ,&lt;br /&gt;Vageio por vezes sozinho  entre o vento e a chuva ,&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes encontro esses teus traços lindos de ver :)!&lt;br /&gt;Mas por vezes não tenho sorte estão muito longes :(.!&lt;br /&gt;Mas já é muito bom ver esses teus traços de vez em quando.,&lt;br /&gt;Fico contente e com energia para o proximo dia ...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASS:"O_VENTO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom tenham umas boas férias de bom grado para todos(as)...&lt;br /&gt;E continuem sempre a sonhar , ler , ouvir música, e claro não podia ser escrever :)))..&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem bem e boas férias para todos ....Comprimentos  e beijinhos  para todos  ..[[[ ]]... ******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-5508530220817723313?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-4730219120224818547</id><published>2008-07-06T19:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:48:41.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olá...(Coração em lagrimas )...</title><content type='html'>Olá corção partido e ferido ,&lt;br /&gt;Coração destemido e simpático,&lt;br /&gt;Que fez quebrar o meu como o estalar de um espelho ,&lt;br /&gt;Que faz de mim uma pessoa sem alma e espirito,&lt;br /&gt;Que faz caírem lágrimas sobre minha pele ,&lt;br /&gt;Onde estas parecem ser de pedra,&lt;br /&gt;Batem na pele como um truvejar de uma tempestade ,&lt;br /&gt;Coração este que xora em lágrimas pelo teu sofrimento!!&lt;br /&gt;Faz transbordar meus olhos de agua ácida,&lt;br /&gt;Que correm pelo meu corpo como o vento ..&lt;br /&gt;Faz doer mais que uma frida ,&lt;br /&gt;Faz tanta dor que por vezes começo a ir a baixo, de tanto tentar ir ter com ele,&lt;br /&gt;Faz tanta dor que pareçe o mar difissil de emfrentar .....&lt;br /&gt;Coração em lágrimas ..Vida mesmo assim ..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Comprimentos O_VENTO)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-4730219120224818547?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4730219120224818547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=4730219120224818547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/4730219120224818547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/4730219120224818547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2008/07/olcorao-em-lagrimas_06.html' title='Olá...(Coração em lagrimas )...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-8740792347190257839</id><published>2008-05-12T20:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:11:35.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Paralelo</title><content type='html'>O mundo torna_se todo paralelo,&lt;br /&gt;Torna_se  maliante e insseguro, obescuro&lt;br /&gt;Invade_nos  com tristezas e magoas ,&lt;br /&gt;Mundos onde  a realidade é a ultima  a ser  encontrada  e real ,&lt;br /&gt;Mundo onde  reina  o amor e ódio,&lt;br /&gt;Mundo este que ve tuas lágrimas caírem  sobre ,&lt;br /&gt;teu rosto deslumbrante que não mereçe ser manchado por essas lágrimas doçes e suaves,&lt;br /&gt;Mundo  este que não pode viver sem o teu sorriso dia após dia ,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo  onde eu  ja lutei  imeras batalhas ,&lt;br /&gt;e onde acabei sempre derrotado pela solidão , tristeza e a obescuridão ...&lt;br /&gt;(SEMTIMENTOS DESTA PESSOA "O_VENTO"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-8740792347190257839?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8740792347190257839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-7313800984255500756</id><published>2008-03-21T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:30:48.031Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu e esse olhar...</title><content type='html'>Tu façinas_me , com esse olhar ,&lt;br /&gt;Façinas_me com esse sorrsio deslumbrante,&lt;br /&gt;Tu me deixas assim com o coração mole ,&lt;br /&gt;Deixas_me sem saber o que fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Paresso um barco perdido no mar alto,&lt;br /&gt;Sem uma busúla para me guiar até ao teu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Ando aqui todo desnórtiado sem saber a direcção a tumar até ti .&lt;br /&gt;Ando vazio na alma parecendo um balão no ar ,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que sou um mapa , mas sem trejéctoria.&lt;br /&gt;Com medo de te dizer o que me vai no coração,&lt;br /&gt;Medo de saber uma negação ,&lt;br /&gt;Medo de perder uma grande amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Medo de voltar a ficar preso na tristeza ,&lt;br /&gt;Medo de não voltar mais a ver esse olhar, esse sorriso deslumbrante...&lt;br /&gt;(Sentimentos , desta pessoa "O_VENTO").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-7313800984255500756?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7313800984255500756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=7313800984255500756&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7313800984255500756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7313800984255500756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2008/03/tu-e-esse-olhar.html' title='Tu e esse olhar...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-102234880357467026</id><published>2008-03-21T13:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:13:04.832Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-102234880357467026?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/102234880357467026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=102234880357467026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/102234880357467026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/102234880357467026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2008/03/tu.html' title='Tu .'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-7824480422173261359</id><published>2008-03-16T22:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:13:21.634Z</updated><title type='text'>Na rua...</title><content type='html'>No sabado a noite , deparei num quadro onde vi um sem abrigo!&lt;br /&gt;Estava sentado , numa cadeira onde essa estava complecta de buracos,&lt;br /&gt;Tucando orcadião,ganhando alguns trocos para puder se alimentar ,&lt;br /&gt;Durmindo ao relento da noite ,sem uma cama quente durmindo nos paralelos aos altos e baixos.&lt;br /&gt;Agora emaginem só , uma pessoa destas com um lar , uma boa refeição , amigos etc...&lt;br /&gt;Pois as pessoas fazem dos sem abrigos pessoas diferentes , e nem sabem que por vezes são mais seres homanos que nós .&lt;br /&gt;Pois há pessoas que não sabem que um sem abrigo , por vezes pode ser uma boa companhia , e um dos melhores amigos ...&lt;br /&gt;Digo isto pois ja vi isso pelos meus olhos , e digo se há sem abrigos passo a dizer , vêlos de uma forma normal , não como se nem ixistesse..&lt;br /&gt;Comprimentos :O_VENTO [[ ]] ...***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-7824480422173261359?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7824480422173261359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=7824480422173261359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7824480422173261359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7824480422173261359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2008/03/na-rua.html' title='Na rua...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-6299714167852796522</id><published>2008-02-18T20:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:00:18.611Z</updated><title type='text'>"VIAJANDO EM PENSAMENTO".</title><content type='html'>Dentro da minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;Viajando ao som de um chillout,&lt;br /&gt;Viajando pelo mundo da imaginação,&lt;br /&gt;Onde todo se torna  um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Onde vemos  nossos sonhos terem vida própria.&lt;br /&gt;Deixamo_nos levar pelo encanto brilhante,&lt;br /&gt;Onde podemos viajar pelo mundo fora só em pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Onde podemos saltar na areia quente do dezerto,&lt;br /&gt;E ver o por do sol.&lt;br /&gt;Mas viajar, viajar é em gropo com os amigos ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um não fala anda sempre em viajem (Eu).&lt;br /&gt;O segundo viajando na música , saudades de alguem especial(Luis).&lt;br /&gt;A outra sorrindo, animando_nos com o seu sorriso explendido(Sónia)&lt;br /&gt;O outro viajando pelo telemovel (Adão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom assim se faz uma viajem como a minha ,&lt;br /&gt;"VIAJANDOOOOO EM PENSAMENTO".&lt;br /&gt;ASS:"O_VENTO"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-6299714167852796522?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6299714167852796522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=6299714167852796522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/6299714167852796522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/6299714167852796522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2008/02/viajando-em-pensamento.html' title='&quot;VIAJANDO EM PENSAMENTO&quot;.'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-5776468573854626964</id><published>2008-01-10T22:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:46:44.009Z</updated><title type='text'>A palma da tua mão.</title><content type='html'>Descrevo a tua palma da mão como ,&lt;br /&gt;um deserto sem espaço para eu estar sentado .&lt;br /&gt;A palma da tua mão como ruas sem saídas,&lt;br /&gt;Mão essa que me tocou e me acariciou,&lt;br /&gt;Mão essa que me fez cócegas,&lt;br /&gt;Mão que me límpou as lágrimas perdidas no meu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;Mão essa que têm o meu retrato na pele.&lt;br /&gt;Descrevo a tua mão como um coração para mim pois a tua ,&lt;br /&gt;mão têm um pouco de mim e de ti .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sentimentos, desta pessoa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O_VENTO"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-5776468573854626964?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5776468573854626964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=5776468573854626964&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5776468573854626964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5776468573854626964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2008/01/palma-da-tua-mo_296.html' title='A palma da tua mão.'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-2200572783416057722</id><published>2008-01-06T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:24:18.302Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida é injusta....</title><content type='html'>A vida por vezes é tão injusta mas tão injusta!!!&lt;br /&gt;As vezes apeteçia_me acabar com a minha vida ,&lt;br /&gt;Que fico sem pensamentos , não sou  eu tornu_me noutra pessoa .&lt;br /&gt;Fico com uma raiva dentro de mim que nem sei como a explicar,&lt;br /&gt;Do tipo quando uma pessoa ama outra , e essa pessoa parte para outro país.&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos vazios sem nada na mente , não sabemos o que fazer nem o que pensar pois ,&lt;br /&gt;é um amor que podemos perder para sempre .&lt;br /&gt;Pois a vida nem sempre está do nosso lado quando mais precisamos dela.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei se isso aconteçer vou ter de enfrentar a realidade e partir para outra .&lt;br /&gt;Não me vou puder esconder atraz de lágrimas nem de tristezas ,se assim for posso entrar ,&lt;br /&gt;num espaço onde poderei não ter saída .&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que me lembrar pois a vida não feita de um mar de rosas,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de me lembrar que também ,de ter a hipotese de ele(A) arranjar outra pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a sorte de ele(a) me levar com ele(A) pois assim serei feliz para sempre .&lt;br /&gt;Pois se ele(A) partir vou ficar com saudades dele(A) ,pois não é facil fazer isso.&lt;br /&gt;Se caso isso aconteça vou ter de enfrentar a realidade, e não me prender na tristeza, escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;e ser sempre forte ...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom este é para ti" Amiga daniela"..Se isso assim for lembra_te que tens o meu ombro e como amigo teu tenho de te apoiar ....Fica bem grande beijo deste amigo escritos (o_vento)ou (helder )....@;----;-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-2200572783416057722?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2200572783416057722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=2200572783416057722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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UNIVERSO</title><content type='html'>Todo o Universo criado procura a Super Vida. Todo o universo criado, em algum ponto secreto de cada partícula, aspira à SuperVida, pois no coração de cada partícula existe o túnel electromagnético absoluto que o coloca com a sua contraparte eterna, na verdade podemos dizer que o mistério do coração é justamente esse: o Coração é a função cósmica de ligação entre partícula e contrapartícula, entre existência e supraexistência, entre ser temporal e ser eterno, o coração é o orgão-túnel-espelho de contacto entre estes dois universos, o universo alfaomega e o universo-eterno.Todo o Universo criado procura a Super Vida. Uma vida que é a coroa do esforço universal, uma vida sem morte, sem erro, sem entropia. Todos nós, sejamos animais, nós plantas, nos pessoas, todos nós aspiramos à SuperVida e nessa aspiração tornamo-nos irmãos, próximos, semelhantes...&lt;br /&gt;Onde pudemos ver as espoluzes interbgálaticas que são fabulosas,&lt;br /&gt;Onde pudemos ver os planetas ..&lt;br /&gt;Embora todo o universo seja lindo pois é todo uma beldade,&lt;br /&gt;pois dizemos que há vida nesse espaço que desconheçemos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a autoria de "O_VENTO"..cOMPRIMENTOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-2627875069969025381?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2627875069969025381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=2627875069969025381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/2627875069969025381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/2627875069969025381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-universo.html' title='O UNIVERSO'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-380106488188317356</id><published>2007-11-29T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:36:18.864Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma doença "Tuberculose"....</title><content type='html'>Bem cá vai um pouco da minha história .&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou com uma simples tosse !&lt;br /&gt;Foram uns longos 3 meses de tosse sem eu saber o que tinha na realidade !&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo meu suspeitou dessa tosse pois já tinha tido também ...&lt;br /&gt;Então disse_me ele :Pá tens de ir ver isso e rapido .&lt;br /&gt;Então xegou o dia "D" lá fui eu falar com a dr.Manuela ......&lt;br /&gt;Então lá  falei com ela disse_lhe o que tinha  "os sintomas ".&lt;br /&gt;Tipo ...1:tosse ....2:suóres durante a noite..3:falta de apetite..4:Febre , mal estar etc....&lt;br /&gt;Então logo de seguida passou_me  umas cardençias :Uma radigrafia aos pulmões , umas análises.&lt;br /&gt;então la fiz o primeiro exame que foi o raio x  que logo de seguida deu o que mais temia positivo tinha a Doênça da tuberculose...&lt;br /&gt;apanhei um grande xoque quando a dr.da fisiórade me disse que teria de ir emediatamente a um medico ...&lt;br /&gt;E logo quando soube que  tinha isso derigime a dr.manuela...Então foi : deixar de trabalhar , deixar  de comviver com os amigos ,Por outras palavras"Deixar de fazer aquilo que mais gostava ".&lt;br /&gt;Bem os 2 meses foram demaziado loucos para mim pois tava habituado a estar com os meus amigos dia  após dia  ou no café ...Tive de meter na minha mente que tinha de preservar a saúde dos outros  e aqueles que me rodiavam ...Tipo :Deixar de ver os meus famíliares ....&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo fui_me havituando as coisas  que depois passou a ser  uma seca rotinada pois tava fexado em  casa sem fazer nada  passava os meus dias a ver tv , jogar pc , ler escrever , ouvir música e desenhar .&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia começei a dizer a mim próprio que era melhor não existir ....&lt;br /&gt;Pois era uma rotina muito má pois não podia fazer nada  ....&lt;br /&gt;Bem passado alguns meses começei a melhorar  e deixar de tumar os medícamentos .&lt;br /&gt;Bem se não fosse um grande amigo meu não estaria aqui pois foi atravéz dele que fiquei a saber o que tinha ,posso dizer que lhe devo uma ....Bem Agora ando em vigilânçia e o meu tratamento é de 3 anos ....Bem caso tenham assim sintomas mais vale ir ao médico(A), ou fazer uns  exames de dois em dois meses aos pulmões só para terem acerteza que ta tudo bem pois hoje não temos nada amnhã já poderemos  vir a ter ..E é uma coisa que não custa nada ..&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois há varios tipos de tuberculose.Temos a tuberculose crónica que não tem cura , tuberculose brunquial, E a norma aquela que eu tenho tuberculose pulmonar....&lt;br /&gt;Está é minha história boa e má aos mesmo tempo...........(Comprimentos deste escritor "O_VENTO".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-380106488188317356?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/380106488188317356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=380106488188317356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/380106488188317356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/380106488188317356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/uma-doena-tuberculose.html' title='Uma doença &quot;Tuberculose&quot;....'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-8173545741317260219</id><published>2007-11-16T22:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:48:21.148Z</updated><title type='text'>A Vida .....</title><content type='html'>A vida nem sempre é como nós queremos ..!!!&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes passamos dias bons como as pessoas que gostamos e amamos ,&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes ,seguimos rumo ao coração das pessoas ,&lt;br /&gt;Mas por vezes levamos uma ferida tão grande quem nem nos seguramos de pé !!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois a vida nem sempre é um mar de rosas ,&lt;br /&gt;Pois é assim mesmo a vida ja está traçada não a podemos mudar ...&lt;br /&gt;Pois ás vezes uma rosa consegue ser mais linda que a vida ...&lt;br /&gt;Pois também , passa muitos desafios que por vezes lhe tiram a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tou a escrever da vida ...."Pois o mundo é a vida "...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje pasei só para escrever isso ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso dizer que minha vida não é um mar de rosas ...&lt;br /&gt;Pois tenho também os meus prublemas que não são poucos ....&lt;br /&gt;Comprimentos "O_VENTO"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-8173545741317260219?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8173545741317260219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=8173545741317260219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8173545741317260219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8173545741317260219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/vida_16.html' title='A Vida .....'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-5112842040786508732</id><published>2007-11-04T01:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:39:50.832Z</updated><title type='text'>UMA NOITE....</title><content type='html'>Uma noite ia pela rua fora e encontrei um vagabundo....!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nisto ele diz este mundo está mudado.&lt;br /&gt;Então porque ???&lt;br /&gt;Diz_me  ele pois as pessoas passam por mim e não me ligam.&lt;br /&gt;Pois devo ser diferente!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois digo bomdia ou boa tarde eles viram_me a cara,&lt;br /&gt;Pois digo olá eles me repondem mal .&lt;br /&gt;È por isso que axo que o mundo está modado.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me intereço que as pessoas dizem de mim,&lt;br /&gt;apenas penso quando este mundo melhora ou simpatizar,&lt;br /&gt;pois somos gente  cada um com a sua personalidade...&lt;br /&gt;Digo eu isto no fim da história pois tem razão nu que diz.&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento digo para mim próprio aprendi muito em 5 minutos..&lt;br /&gt;comprimentos e bjs "O_VENTO"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-5112842040786508732?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5112842040786508732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=5112842040786508732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5112842040786508732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5112842040786508732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/uma-noite.html' title='UMA NOITE....'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-7949810452658625403</id><published>2007-11-03T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:07:14.939Z</updated><title type='text'>ALEGRIA DE VIVER....</title><content type='html'>È preciso superar os pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;negativos que invadem nossa mente ,&lt;br /&gt;e molestam tanto o coração .&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes carregamos mais coisas sem importançia ,&lt;br /&gt;que alimento para nossa mente .&lt;br /&gt;Mais que a tristeza e melancolanlia, nossa alma e mente presiza de paz, amor&lt;br /&gt;e harmonia .&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo se torna flores por vezes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;São duas rosas unidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;São duas flores nascidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Talvez no mesmo arrebol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Vivendo no mesmo galho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Da mesma gota de orvalho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Do mesmo raio de sol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Vivendo... bem como as penas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Das duas asas pequenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;De um passarinho no céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Como um casal de rolinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;como a tribo de andorinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Da tarde no frouxo véu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Mas lá esta para isso aconteçer é presiso paz e amor ..."O_VENTO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-7949810452658625403?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7949810452658625403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=7949810452658625403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7949810452658625403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7949810452658625403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/alegria-de-viver.html' title='ALEGRIA DE VIVER....'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-1238802687992155088</id><published>2007-11-01T00:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T01:03:31.191Z</updated><title type='text'>O MEU ACORDAR...</title><content type='html'>Quando acordo com o sol batendo_me na janela ...&lt;br /&gt;Pareçe  que acordo  em outro univerço ,&lt;br /&gt;olho pela janela e vejo o  a céu azul e tão bonito,&lt;br /&gt;vendo, as pessoas falarem umas com as outras .&lt;br /&gt;Saio a rua pisando ,paralelos e pedras&lt;br /&gt;sentindo a sua força ...&lt;br /&gt;Andando pela rua, vou deparando nas casas belas e tão simplex .&lt;br /&gt;Vou também deparando nos seus formatos e cores , que pareçem  o acor iris!!&lt;br /&gt;Mais ao fimn da tarde emcontrume entre amigos e amigas ,&lt;br /&gt;vendo as suas personalidades ,que são tão belas e simpaticas .&lt;br /&gt;Mais a noitinha tenho outros amigos e amigas mas estes virtuais mas são uma beleza de pessoas ,não falo em nomes eles/as sabem quem são ...&lt;br /&gt; Este é o meu acordar comprimentos "O_VENTO"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-1238802687992155088?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1238802687992155088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=1238802687992155088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/1238802687992155088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/1238802687992155088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-meu-acordar.html' title='O MEU ACORDAR...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-8038939036446129100</id><published>2007-10-27T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:04:46.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O SENTIMENTO ...</title><content type='html'>O mesmo beijo doce já não exagerado&lt;br /&gt;"- Inocente?"&lt;br /&gt;Mas que ainda é quente&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não mais apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Envolvente&lt;br /&gt;Simples e muito mais ardente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto seu medo:&lt;br /&gt;"- O mesmo argumento: se apaixonar."&lt;br /&gt;Medo pela distância que há de nos afastar&lt;br /&gt;"- Ou não se importa?"&lt;br /&gt;Não é mais transparente&lt;br /&gt;Mas continua a me envolver completamente&lt;br /&gt;Tão inconseqüente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua respiração suave&lt;br /&gt;Que arrepio!&lt;br /&gt;Leve, ritmada e sensual&lt;br /&gt;Quente&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fenomenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Agora conseguem me confundir&lt;br /&gt;Porém protejo minha paixão por amor&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo,&lt;br /&gt;"- Tenho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Fui a pessoa que o quis por perto&lt;br /&gt;Outros ignoraram&lt;br /&gt;"- ignoraram?"&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És forte, sempre&lt;br /&gt;Agita meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Feliz contigo sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Sempre sarando meus cortes&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais consegue romper&lt;br /&gt;A não ser por me ignorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem estive contigo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto sua falta&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã não estou mais aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu, sempre só&lt;br /&gt;Nada pior&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca mais sentir:&lt;br /&gt;"- seu beijo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Para todos os apaixonados , sintão sempre o prazer do vosso amor .&lt;br /&gt;Pois  o amor é a coisa mais bela do mundo ...Nunca estraguem esse sentimento ....Abraço de "O_VENTO"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-8038939036446129100?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8038939036446129100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=8038939036446129100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8038939036446129100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8038939036446129100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-sentimento.html' title='O SENTIMENTO ...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-3195714038449241554</id><published>2007-10-14T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:24:40.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje te quero Revelar!...</title><content type='html'>Hoje te quero revelar!&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse te daria o mundo:&lt;br /&gt;A eternidade, meu amor profundo.&lt;br /&gt;Num canto belo se soubesse cantar!&lt;br /&gt;Cantar, cantavas tu…e tão bem!&lt;br /&gt;Pintar é a tua actual inspiração!&lt;br /&gt;Reservo para ti também:&lt;br /&gt;A poesia! Meu amor-perfeito;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de pausa e meditação!&lt;br /&gt;A fantasia de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Imperfeito!&lt;br /&gt;Carente, terreno e pensante!&lt;br /&gt;E se em momentos de inspiração .&lt;br /&gt;Parto por aí algo errante.&lt;br /&gt; Numa completa e intemporal dação&lt;br /&gt;(Mas quente e vertical entrega)&lt;br /&gt;Seja breve e que encante!&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma nesse instante sossega.&lt;br /&gt;ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-3195714038449241554?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3195714038449241554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=3195714038449241554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/3195714038449241554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/3195714038449241554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoje-te-quero-revelar.html' title='Hoje te quero Revelar!...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-2971606483430586460</id><published>2007-10-07T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T15:46:07.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UM ANJO...</title><content type='html'>E se em todos nós houvesse um anjo?&lt;br /&gt;Se cada um de nós  tivesse um lado angélico que nos ajuda  nos momentos dífíceíes?&lt;br /&gt;Como seria o meu anjo?&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que o meu anjo seria diferente....&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas imaginam os anjos como,&lt;br /&gt;seres impavidos e serenos , que  falam de coisas prefundas  que a  maioria não&lt;br /&gt;comprende  mas , por soar  bem , axamos correctas...&lt;br /&gt;Não  , o meu anjo seria  diferente ....&lt;br /&gt;O meu anjo não diria  coisas sensatas  , sábias e profundas...&lt;br /&gt;não , o meu anjo  diria somente a verdade....&lt;br /&gt;e  isso chegava ....&lt;br /&gt;E o  meu  anjo não olharia os outros  com olhos  que prefurassem  a alma nem teria a cara ,&lt;br /&gt;fechada  de sentimentos ....&lt;br /&gt;Ele simplesmente  nos olharia  nos olhos  e nos ofereceria  um sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;È por isso que eu adoro o meu anjo ,&lt;br /&gt;onde  quer que ele esteja . quer exista ou não....&lt;br /&gt;Porque  quando ele aparece , seja na cara de um bébé  a brincar ,&lt;br /&gt;num amigo que me ofereceu um ombro para chorar ou em ti ...&lt;br /&gt;Seja lá onde for ele  torna tudo muito  belo ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dedico este poêma a todos as pessoas que me deram um ombro onde eu podesse chorar ,&lt;br /&gt;onde podesse desabafar etc...tec...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso um grande sorriso e um abraço e mil beijos para essas pessoas todas de um grande amigo "O_VENTO"...[[[[[[ ]]]]]] ******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-2971606483430586460?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2971606483430586460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=2971606483430586460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/2971606483430586460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/2971606483430586460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/um-anjo.html' title='UM ANJO...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-9100754083675978952</id><published>2007-10-06T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T14:34:59.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOS  SONHOS DO BOSQUE....</title><content type='html'>Nos bosques, perdido cortei uma rama escura,&lt;br /&gt;e aos lábios , sedento, levantei  seu sussumo:&lt;br /&gt;era talvez a voz da chuva chorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo que dede tão longe parecia_me ,&lt;br /&gt;oculto gravemente , coberto pela terra ,&lt;br /&gt;um grito ensurdecido  por imensos outonos,&lt;br /&gt;pela entreaberta e úmida treva das folhas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ali, acordado dos sonhos do baoque ,&lt;br /&gt;a rama do avelhano  cantou debaixo da minha boca ,&lt;br /&gt;e seu errabundo cheiro subiu  pelo meu critério ,&lt;br /&gt;como se perquesaram_me de repente  as raizes ,&lt;br /&gt;que abandonei , a terra perdida com minha infãncia,&lt;br /&gt;e deteve_me ferido pelo aroma errante .&lt;br /&gt;ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-9100754083675978952?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/9100754083675978952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=9100754083675978952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/9100754083675978952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/9100754083675978952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/nos-sonhos-do-bosque.html' title='NOS  SONHOS DO BOSQUE....'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-9129540651197985106</id><published>2007-10-06T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T14:25:53.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"TERNURA_DE_LÀGRIMA"...:-)</title><content type='html'>Encontrei uma preta ,&lt;br /&gt;que estava a chorar ,&lt;br /&gt;pedi_lhe uma lágrima ,&lt;br /&gt;para a analizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recolhi a lágrima  com todo o cuidado ,&lt;br /&gt;num tubo de ensaio  bem esterilizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei_a de um lado ,&lt;br /&gt;do outro e de frente :&lt;br /&gt;tinha um ar de gota ,&lt;br /&gt;muito transparente .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandei vir os acidos .&lt;br /&gt;As bases  e os sais .&lt;br /&gt;As drogas  usadas  em casos que tais .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensaiei a frio .&lt;br /&gt;Experimentei ao lume .&lt;br /&gt;De todas as vezes  deu_me o que é costu_me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sinais de negro .&lt;br /&gt;Nem vestígios  de ódio .&lt;br /&gt;Àgua (QUASE TUDO) E cloreto de sódio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedico este poêma a minhã tia linda "TERNURA_DE _LÁGRIMA" .&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que me fez ver o que eu era na realidade .&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço do tamanho do mundo Do teu sobrinho e amigo ..."O_VENTO":-)*************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-9129540651197985106?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/9129540651197985106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=9129540651197985106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/9129540651197985106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/9129540651197985106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/ternuradelgrima.html' title='&quot;TERNURA_DE_LÀGRIMA&quot;...:-)'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-3117749510776586875</id><published>2007-10-05T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:17:38.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>@BOMDIA@..:-)</title><content type='html'>Bom dia, amiga @bomdia@! a casa e tua!&lt;br /&gt;As bandas da janela abre e escancara ,&lt;br /&gt;-deixa que netre  o bom dia  senoro e calmo que anda lá fora alegre pela rua !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre ! Vem supreendê_la quase nua ,&lt;br /&gt;doura_lhe as formas de beleza rara ...&lt;br /&gt;Na intimidade em que a deixei , repara que a sua carne e branca cumo a lua !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, amiga @BOMDIA@! È esse o meu ninho ...&lt;br /&gt;Que  não reparas no seu  desalinho nem no ar cheio  de sombras , de cansaços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entra ! Só tu possuis esse direito  de surpreendê_la,&lt;br /&gt;quente dos meus braços ,&lt;br /&gt;no acinchego feliz do nosso leito !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dedico este poêma a uma amiga muito especial que tem o nome de "@BOMDIA@" Um grade beijo do teu grande amigo "O_VENTO":-)******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-3117749510776586875?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3117749510776586875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=3117749510776586875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/3117749510776586875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/3117749510776586875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/bomdia.html' title='@BOMDIA@..:-)'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-2909720261862166548</id><published>2007-10-05T16:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:04:29.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTE_MEU_OLHAR.."SENTIR"</title><content type='html'>Sentir-te,&lt;br /&gt;Não é só tocar-te, ou ter-te&lt;br /&gt;Por uma noite que seja&lt;br /&gt;Onde me apague e sonhe.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-te,&lt;br /&gt;É deixar-me tocar-te&lt;br /&gt;Ser apenas fiel&lt;br /&gt;À noite que nos envolve&lt;br /&gt;Quente e húmida.&lt;br /&gt;Mordiscar-te suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Com gemidos em crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Entre edredões de nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Onde angelicamente nos despi-mos&lt;br /&gt;E perde-mos a inocência.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-te,&lt;br /&gt;É também acariciar-te, peito e alma&lt;br /&gt;Entrelaçar-me nos dedos longos&lt;br /&gt;Que me percorrem o ventre&lt;br /&gt;E penetram o corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sentir-te,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;é arder de desejo...&lt;br /&gt;......e sentir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sentir, por isso que tens o nivk de sente_meu_olhar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Será que sinto mesmo esse teu olhar ?"Claro que sim não tenhas duvidas disso ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sinto isso e muito mais ....Mil bjs para ti "SENTE_MEU_OLHAR" dO Teu amigo "O_VENTO"..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps: Para todos os meus leitores muito Obrigado por visitarem o meu blog ...E para os meus amigos/as muito espeçiais grandes abraços :-).....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-2909720261862166548?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2909720261862166548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=2909720261862166548&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/2909720261862166548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/2909720261862166548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/sentemeuolharsentir.html' title='SENTE_MEU_OLHAR..&quot;SENTIR&quot;'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-7888081109467037684</id><published>2007-09-30T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:30:59.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTE_MEU_OLHAR....</title><content type='html'>Pára e sente…consegues?&lt;br /&gt;Sente o contorno leve do meu toque&lt;br /&gt;Sente o quente do meu corpo no teu&lt;br /&gt;Sente o sussurrar da minha respiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toque-me..&lt;br /&gt;Sente o meu arrepiar,&lt;br /&gt;O meu desejo por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Só espero por uma permissão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero amar-te… de qualquer maneira&lt;br /&gt;Sentir os nossos corpos molhados&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o sabor da tua boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem que te espero..&lt;br /&gt;Sente… toca.. sou teu&lt;br /&gt;Como tu és minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Para os meus leitores  Isto passa apenas de um poema feito para uma pessoa que me ,&lt;br /&gt;é muito espeçial e amiga.Que tem o nome de "SENTE_MEU_OLHAR" È dedicado a ela como lhe prume_ti  beijos inormes de um grande amigo "O_VENTO"*****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-7888081109467037684?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7888081109467037684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=7888081109467037684&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7888081109467037684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7888081109467037684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/sentemeuolhar.html' title='SENTE_MEU_OLHAR....'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-5552157491118539601</id><published>2007-09-18T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:28:41.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PASADOS ANOS...</title><content type='html'>Ai, ai ! Que pesados anos tardios depois vieram!&lt;br /&gt;Oh!Que fatis desenganos, ramo a rama , desfireram&lt;br /&gt;a minha choça na serra .&lt;br /&gt;Lá onde se acaba a terra !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o visse...não quero vêlo aqule sítio encantado;&lt;br /&gt;certo estou não conhecê_lo,&lt;br /&gt;tão outro estára mudado,&lt;br /&gt;mudado como eu , como ela,&lt;br /&gt;que a vejo sem conhecê_la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inda ali acaba a terra  mas já o céu  não começa;&lt;br /&gt;que aquela visão da serra  sumiu_se  na treva espessa,&lt;br /&gt;e deixou nua a bruteza  dessa agreste natureza ....&lt;br /&gt;ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-5552157491118539601?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5552157491118539601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=5552157491118539601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5552157491118539601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/5552157491118539601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/pasados-anos.html' title='PASADOS ANOS...'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-3711086715392141552</id><published>2007-09-16T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:12:02.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Longos Beijos....</title><content type='html'>Que longos beijos sem fim ,&lt;br /&gt;que falar dos olheos mudo!&lt;br /&gt;Como ela vivia em mim ,&lt;br /&gt;como eu tinha nela tudo ,&lt;br /&gt;meu sangue em seu coração !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que anjos aqueles dias contaram na eternidade :&lt;br /&gt;que essas horas fugidias ,&lt;br /&gt;séculos na intensidade,&lt;br /&gt;por  milênios marca deus quando as dá aos que são seus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai! Sim , foi a tragos largos,&lt;br /&gt;longos , fundos,quea bebi do prazer a taça :Armagos Depois....&lt;br /&gt;Depois os senti  os travos que ela deixou ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas como eu ninguém gozou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém :que é presiso amar como eu amei-ser amado&lt;br /&gt;como eu fui ;dar e tocar do outro ser a quem se há dado,&lt;br /&gt;toda a razão ,toda a vida que em nós se anula perdida ...ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-3711086715392141552?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3711086715392141552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=3711086715392141552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/3711086715392141552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/3711086715392141552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/longos-beijos.html' title='Longos Beijos....'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-6069389707017897667</id><published>2007-09-16T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:09:43.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporal de amor</title><content type='html'>Acabava ali a terra&lt;br /&gt;Nos derradeiros rochedos ,&lt;br /&gt;A deserta , ária serra por entre&lt;br /&gt;os negros penedos .&lt;br /&gt;Só deixa viver mesquinho .&lt;br /&gt;Triste pinheiro maninho .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os ventos despregados&lt;br /&gt;sopravam rijos na rama ,&lt;br /&gt;e os céus turvos , anuviados,&lt;br /&gt;o mar que incessante brama....&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ali era braveza .&lt;br /&gt;De selvaguem  natureza&lt;br /&gt;aí , na quebra do monte ,&lt;br /&gt;entre uns juncos  malmedrados,&lt;br /&gt;seco o rio,seca fonte ,&lt;br /&gt;ervas  e matos  queimados ,&lt;br /&gt;aí nessa bruta serra&lt;br /&gt;aí foi um céu na terra .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali sós no mundo ,sós,&lt;br /&gt;santo deus !como vivemos!&lt;br /&gt;como éramos tudo nós&lt;br /&gt;e de nada mais soubemos !&lt;br /&gt;Como nos folgava a vida&lt;br /&gt;de tudo o mais esquecido!&lt;br /&gt;ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-6069389707017897667?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6069389707017897667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=6069389707017897667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/6069389707017897667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/6069389707017897667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/temporal-de-amor.html' title='Temporal de amor'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-3338572658037474154</id><published>2007-09-15T18:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:32:26.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O EXIXTIR....</title><content type='html'>Às vezes penso  se existo !!?&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sinto que não existo .&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes  sonho que realmente não existo.&lt;br /&gt;Existir , existo mas !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me pareçe confuso .&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me pareçe  incógnico.&lt;br /&gt;Será que me limito apenas a existir ?&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente existo!!!&lt;br /&gt;ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div 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EXIXTIR....'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-7759725077817226143</id><published>2007-09-15T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:26:01.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA ANJINHA</title><content type='html'>MINHA ANJINHA …&lt;br /&gt;Tu és um mistério que tento desvendar ,&lt;br /&gt;mas logo percebo que não consigo por tanto te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Entras_te no meu coração , como por  um passo de magia transformas_teos,&lt;br /&gt;cristais de solidão em diamantes de alegria .&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti a natureza~para e não cria , o fogo&lt;br /&gt;não arde , apenas uma estrela brilha  porque acordou muito tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Recordo quando estamos juntos , os lugares onde estamos,&lt;br /&gt;as palavras que dizemos és , tu e somente tu e com razão&lt;br /&gt;do meu viver ,és a luz da minha vida eexpulças ,&lt;br /&gt;dela a palavra"Sofrer"quando tou contigo ,&lt;br /&gt;acabas com os dias de saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fico contente por finalmente te ter encontrado .&lt;br /&gt;Ès dona do meu ser és a deusa do nosso amor és a deusa do carinho és a minha verdadeira deusa...&lt;br /&gt;Foste és e serás para todo o meu sempre a minha anjinha ...Dedicado a "Arcanjo_Negro".....ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-7759725077817226143?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7759725077817226143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=7759725077817226143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7759725077817226143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/7759725077817226143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/minha-anjinha_15.html' title='MINHA ANJINHA'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-4982439989094443081</id><published>2007-09-14T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:40:38.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A AMIZADE</title><content type='html'>A amizade é assim :&lt;br /&gt;É sentir o carinho&lt;br /&gt;È ouvir  o chamado,&lt;br /&gt;È saber o momento&lt;br /&gt;de ficar calado.&lt;br /&gt;Amizade é somar&lt;br /&gt;alegrias , dividir tristezas .&lt;br /&gt;É respeitar o espaço,&lt;br /&gt;silenciar o segredo.&lt;br /&gt;È a certeza da mão estendida .&lt;br /&gt;A cumplicidade que não se explica ,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas se vive ..&lt;br /&gt;Dedico este poema a: Xuva , Miuda_que_fui, a minha tia linda ternura de lagrima  a flutuando&lt;br /&gt;a mainha alma gemea  , rapariga misteriosa etc etc... Entre todos que conheçi até hoje no bla bla .&lt;br /&gt;Um grande beijo e grandes abraços para essas pessoas ...ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-4982439989094443081?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4982439989094443081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=4982439989094443081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/4982439989094443081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/4982439989094443081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/amizade.html' title='A AMIZADE'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-6774049690536855236</id><published>2007-09-14T02:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T02:45:43.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDA</title><content type='html'>O planeta tem a cor da vida&lt;br /&gt;Os poemas  têm vida,&lt;br /&gt;nas cores do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Então as cores têm vida,&lt;br /&gt;como os poemas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo os poemas&lt;br /&gt;por  causa de suas cores ,&lt;br /&gt;dos seus versos,&lt;br /&gt;e de deus que criou tudo:&lt;br /&gt;vida ,planetas, cores e poemas!&lt;br /&gt;ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-6774049690536855236?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6774049690536855236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=6774049690536855236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/6774049690536855236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/6774049690536855236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/vida.html' title='VIDA'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-4007562081901861018</id><published>2007-09-14T02:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T02:39:55.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A lembrança</title><content type='html'>EU me lembro muito bem&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse amanhã&lt;br /&gt;O sol nassente sem saber&lt;br /&gt;O que iria iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Eu abri meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse um motor&lt;br /&gt;E na  hora de voltar&lt;br /&gt;Sobravampeças pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim eu fui a luta&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis pagar para ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aonde leva essa loucura?&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a lógica do sistema ?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estavam as armas quimicas?&lt;br /&gt;O que diziam os poemas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas&lt;br /&gt;O que  nos trouxe até aqui&lt;br /&gt;Medo ou coraguem?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nenhum dos dois!&lt;br /&gt;Sopra vento um carro passa pela praça&lt;br /&gt;E já foi...jáfoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por acaso eu fui a luta&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis pagar para ver !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aonde leva essa loucura?&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a lógica do sistema?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estavam as armas quimicas?&lt;br /&gt;Q que diziam os poemas ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo  nos faz esquesser&lt;br /&gt;o que nos trouxe até aqui&lt;br /&gt;maas eu lembro muito bem como se fosse amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem prometeu um descanso em paz&lt;br /&gt;Para depois dos  comerciais&lt;br /&gt;Quem ficou perdido mais 2x Armas  quimicas e poemas&lt;br /&gt;Fim...ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-4007562081901861018?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4007562081901861018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=4007562081901861018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/4007562081901861018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/4007562081901861018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/lembrana.html' title='A lembrança'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-315330279265801195</id><published>2007-09-14T01:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:21:54.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O_VENTO</title><content type='html'>Quando finalmente chegou a vez Dela sentiu a ânsia de sua vida desabrochar com o vento e o cheiro de mar. Lembrou de seus sonhos de infância, quando tudo o que queria era ser um avião ou barquinho de papel. Agora, em sua hora de estrela Ela sofria diante da incerteza. Poderia se tornar puta ou santa nas mãos daquele Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as folhas daquela cadernetinha sentiam que Ele era poeta e salivavam no desejo de serem relíquias em algum museu do futuro. Umas se tornavam oráculos por conterem anotações misteriosas, sentindo-se o útero da obra-prima. Outras mais bem-aventuradas exibiam um poema inteiro, carnudo e límpido em seu corpo. O restante vivia a frustração de ser mera lista de compras, rabiscos de contas a pagar ou telefones inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;Mas Ela teve a revelação logo que sentiu o vento e o cheiro do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal poetas não escalam rochedos para escrever banalidades!&lt;br /&gt;E Ele começou vagaroso, mas não derramava palavras, porém carícias de amante através de contornos que se teciam em formas indefinidas. Tamanha era sua lentidão e leveza que se perdeu eterna no gozo de divindade recém-nascida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o vento súbito arrancou a folha com violência, e enquanto se tornava redemoinho chorou ao sentir-se o aborto do Grande Poema. Até que no último suspiro explodiu na alegria do sonho de infância: pairou vários minutos em vôo indomável, mergulhou em pouso suave e morreu com grandeza de naufrágio.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao poeta, sempre dizia aos amigos sobre o melhor poema que escrevera. Covardemente roubado pelo deus dos ventos.ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-315330279265801195?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/315330279265801195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=315330279265801195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/315330279265801195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/315330279265801195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/ovento_13.html' title='O_VENTO'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4290760766777228699.post-8367533367791850137</id><published>2007-09-14T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:14:20.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O_VENTO</title><content type='html'>o_vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento é um cavalo:&lt;br /&gt;ouve como ele corre&lt;br /&gt;pelo mar, pelo céu.&lt;br /&gt;Quer me levar: escuta&lt;br /&gt;como ele corre o mundo&lt;br /&gt;para levar-me longe.&lt;br /&gt;Esconde-me em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;por esta noite erma,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a chuva rompe&lt;br /&gt;contra o mar e a terra&lt;br /&gt;sua boca inumerável.&lt;br /&gt;Escuta como o vento&lt;br /&gt;me chama galopando&lt;br /&gt;para levar-me longe.&lt;br /&gt;Como tua fronte na minha,&lt;br /&gt;tua boca em minha boca,&lt;br /&gt;atados nossos corpos&lt;br /&gt;ao amor que nos queima&lt;br /&gt;deixa que o vento passe&lt;br /&gt;sem que possa levar-me.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que o vento corra&lt;br /&gt;coroado de espuma&lt;br /&gt;que me chame e me busque&lt;br /&gt;galopando na sombra,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto eu, protegido&lt;br /&gt;sob teus grandes olhos,&lt;br /&gt;por esta noite só&lt;br /&gt;descansarei meu amor.ASS:O_VENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4290760766777228699-8367533367791850137?l=temporaldamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8367533367791850137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4290760766777228699&amp;postID=8367533367791850137&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8367533367791850137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4290760766777228699/posts/default/8367533367791850137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temporaldamor.blogspot.com/2007/09/ovento.html' title='O_VENTO'/><author><name>O_VENTO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567033163157175014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR5yvkXScqU/TG34uNBIh8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZSUS42zZrPM/S220/Wallpapers-room_com___Antiseptic_by_DivineError_1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
