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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fransouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337458935332172504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-6067343566868908322</id><published>2008-12-25T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:47:19.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soneto de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o amor e agua calida que core nas geleiras&lt;br /&gt;e o mais amargo fel com gosto de mel&lt;br /&gt;e o amanhecer ensolarado um um dia de inverno&lt;br /&gt;e aquilo que conforta e da paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o amor e sentr-se voando no chao&lt;br /&gt;e o brilho das estrelas no mar&lt;br /&gt;e quando nada maid faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;e quando so olhar basta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o amor e quando dois seres se unem em um so&lt;br /&gt;formando algo bem maior&lt;br /&gt;e quando com um olhar tudo pode se falar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em fim, o amor e quando a paixao e superada&lt;br /&gt;e a rasao nao vale nada&lt;br /&gt;sei pois amei e fui amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081539962831811302-6067343566868908322?l=fran-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/feeds/6067343566868908322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-8173452296555186275</id><published>2008-12-25T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:45:58.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ilusao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;o teu nome nao sei&lt;br /&gt;o teu rosto nao conheco&lt;br /&gt;so sei que de ti gostei&lt;br /&gt;e de noite olhando as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;eu sinto teu cheiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja por nao te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;que por ti me apaixonei&lt;br /&gt;voce nao sabe o quanto desejo&lt;br /&gt;te conhecer e o teu rosto tocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu queria neste dia que se inicia&lt;br /&gt;nesta madrugada fria&lt;br /&gt;a tua face conhecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja amor ou talvez ilusao&lt;br /&gt;mas saiba que um dia vou te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;ver o rosto da minha paixao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081539962831811302-8173452296555186275?l=fran-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/feeds/8173452296555186275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081539962831811302&amp;postID=8173452296555186275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/8173452296555186275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/8173452296555186275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/2008/12/ilusao.html' title='ilusao'/><author><name>fransouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337458935332172504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-8102964361993021828</id><published>2008-12-24T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:55:01.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hora tragica essa,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vejo-me deitada em uma cama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em minha mã&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; uma lamina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus pulsos sangram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como jamais haviam sangrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sinto mais meu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Etou morta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Etou vagando em meu quarto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um espírito puro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Um espírito inseguro&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Começo então a me lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;detudo que em minha vida tive de passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de repente sou levada a um novo universo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e me vejo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;então&lt;/span&gt; em uma casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;casa essa que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;conheço&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; e a minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma menina sentada em um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sofá&lt;/span&gt; chora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chora pois sua amiga foi embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinto-me culpada por esse choro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pois a amiga sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; ganhou meu adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pois na hora em que decidi me matar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; pensei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mereço&lt;/span&gt; sua amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pois ela me pediu que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; fizesse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;envolvida pela dor, raiva e culpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me matei e nem se quer pensei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; choraria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinto culpa agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinto falta do seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amiga, minha irmã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tivesse&lt;/span&gt; pensado melhor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tivesse lembrado de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; e tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; morri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;voltasse atrás&lt;/span&gt; o tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se quer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; por um momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinto saudade, sinto falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estou com medo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;medo de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;medo do que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;faço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pensei que morrer ajudaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas agora estou sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perdi meus amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;pesso&lt;/span&gt; que me perdoe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;então&lt;/span&gt; pelo que fiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081539962831811302-8102964361993021828?l=fran-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/feeds/8102964361993021828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081539962831811302&amp;postID=8102964361993021828' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/8102964361993021828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/8102964361993021828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/2008/12/morte.html' title='Morte'/><author><name>fransouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337458935332172504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-4570584333452575490</id><published>2008-12-24T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:27:16.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ontem o vento &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trouxe teu&lt;/span&gt; cheiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi como se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;estivesse&lt;/span&gt; aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois ate o teu cheiro senti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei que foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas em minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cabeça&lt;/span&gt; esta a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E em mim a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De que um dia vai voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que se foi assim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; viu em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que nela tem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que me deixa mais triste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É saber que ela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; existe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; te perdi para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas pensando bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isso ate que e bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois talvez um dia vai voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E novamente vamos ficar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081539962831811302-4570584333452575490?l=fran-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/feeds/4570584333452575490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081539962831811302&amp;postID=4570584333452575490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/4570584333452575490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/4570584333452575490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/2008/12/talvez.html' title='Talvez'/><author><name>fransouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337458935332172504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-3201986616257181918</id><published>2008-12-15T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:10:50.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que anjo e esse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu errei uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Você perdoou&lt;br /&gt;Pela segunda&lt;br /&gt;Você já avisou&lt;br /&gt;Trai tua confiança&lt;br /&gt;Dei uma de criança&lt;br /&gt;Eu que te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Eu em quem você confia.&lt;br /&gt;Com o seu amor te trair.&lt;br /&gt;Nem perdão&lt;br /&gt;Não posso pedir&lt;br /&gt;Não sou digna de você&lt;br /&gt;E agora que vou fazer&lt;br /&gt;Que anjo e esse&lt;br /&gt;Que asas curtas eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;Não mereço ser chamada assim&lt;br /&gt;Se anjo eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Então um anjo mal&lt;br /&gt;Porque a final&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes já te fiz chorar&lt;br /&gt;Você e muito importante para mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas assim&lt;br /&gt;Você não merece sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Se minhas asas não podem te aparar&lt;br /&gt;Nem tão pouco te proteger&lt;br /&gt;Só uma coisa posso dizer&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por ser minha amiga&lt;br /&gt;Por me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Por me respeitar&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa por te trair&lt;br /&gt;A tua confiança&lt;br /&gt;Eu perdi&lt;br /&gt;E isso e o que&lt;br /&gt;Você mais valoriza&lt;br /&gt;E não precisa&lt;br /&gt;Mandar-me embora&lt;br /&gt;Pois agora sei&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu que errei&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa&lt;br /&gt;E só o que&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081539962831811302-3201986616257181918?l=fran-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/feeds/3201986616257181918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081539962831811302&amp;postID=3201986616257181918' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/3201986616257181918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/3201986616257181918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/2008/12/que-anjo-e-esse-eu-errei-uma-vez-voc.html' title='Que anjo e esse'/><author><name>fransouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337458935332172504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-4779376727043694237</id><published>2008-10-23T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:11:11.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo que eu sonhei e um dia imaginei&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei em você&lt;br /&gt;Desde que te vi soube que era você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo amigo&lt;br /&gt;Que prometeu estar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é oque eu quero&lt;br /&gt;É simplesmente por você querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te tenho em meus olhos e procuro tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;Não faço muito esforço&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que esta aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo de te perder,&lt;br /&gt;Você não me passa esta insegurança.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter certeza, De que amo você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081539962831811302-4779376727043694237?l=fran-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/feeds/4779376727043694237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081539962831811302&amp;postID=4779376727043694237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/4779376727043694237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/4779376727043694237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/2008/10/voc.html' title='você'/><author><name>fransouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337458935332172504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-1320826772434343948</id><published>2008-10-23T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:11:40.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho do amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que seu caminho seja cheio de encantos,&lt;br /&gt;Para que possas fazer de seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Algo real e palpável.&lt;br /&gt;Que seu caminho seja sem obstáculos,&lt;br /&gt;Para que possas seguir confiante,&lt;br /&gt;Na vontade e capacidade de conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Novos e velhos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Pois só os amigos agem em seu caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;Como pequenos querubins sempre companheiros, protetores e eternos vigilantes.&lt;br /&gt;Para que em seu caminhar e também,&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os momentos de sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Possa ter como companheiro fiel,&lt;br /&gt;A mais prodigiosa das conquistas.A tua felicidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081539962831811302-1320826772434343948?l=fran-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/feeds/1320826772434343948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081539962831811302&amp;postID=1320826772434343948' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/1320826772434343948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/1320826772434343948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/2008/10/caminho-do-amanh.html' title='Caminho do amanhã'/><author><name>fransouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337458935332172504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-3148103737851830427</id><published>2008-10-23T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:12:06.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>historia de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta não é mais uma historia&lt;br /&gt;Que um velho sábio contou,&lt;br /&gt;Mas é a historia de um casal&lt;br /&gt;Que loucamente se amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E este amor foi tão imenso&lt;br /&gt;Que era impossível contar,&lt;br /&gt;Que as vezes penso&lt;br /&gt;Será que tanto pode se amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão belo ele era&lt;br /&gt;Que nem as flores da primavera&lt;br /&gt;Seu brilho não ofuscou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio de repente&lt;br /&gt;E tão sorrateiramente&lt;br /&gt;Que se pode desconfiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu em um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Em um simples olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem precisar ao menos&lt;br /&gt;O corpo tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data inesquecível,&lt;br /&gt;Momento imprescindível,&lt;br /&gt;Que dia dez veio marcar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar,&lt;br /&gt;A respiração parou,&lt;br /&gt;O coração a acelerar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era sábado eu me lembro,&lt;br /&gt;O dia mais lindo&lt;br /&gt;Daquele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Novembro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos buscavam&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não imaginavam&lt;br /&gt;Que iam te achar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te vi&lt;br /&gt;E me apaixonei,&lt;br /&gt;Mas desisti&lt;br /&gt;Pois logo lembrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“É um jogo somente&lt;br /&gt;Aqui neste lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Então com certeza&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mais encontrar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sabia&lt;br /&gt;Que em você exista&lt;br /&gt;A mesma vontade&lt;br /&gt;De por este amor lutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia estava passando&lt;br /&gt;E a hora chegando&lt;br /&gt;De para São &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Luiz&lt;/span&gt; voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então em um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;papelzinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bilhetinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandou me entregar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o seu nome&lt;br /&gt;E o seu telefone&lt;br /&gt;Para eu ligar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O papel eu peguei&lt;br /&gt;E por estantes cogitei&lt;br /&gt;Qual atitude tomar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então arrisquei&lt;br /&gt;E seu numero disquei&lt;br /&gt;E botei para chamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz atendeu,&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração entendeu&lt;br /&gt;Que era quem estava a esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara a cara não nos falamos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas por telefone combinamos&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dia se encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade aumentou&lt;br /&gt;A vontade não podemos controlar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você veio então,&lt;br /&gt;Para minha cidade passear&lt;br /&gt;E se fecho os olhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda posso ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde inesquecível,&lt;br /&gt;Momento imprescindível&lt;br /&gt;Difícil de narrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia vinte e quatro&lt;br /&gt;Às duas horas&lt;br /&gt;Fui te buscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração bateu&lt;br /&gt;Quando entendeu,&lt;br /&gt;A intensidade do que&lt;br /&gt;Estava para rolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toquei em você,&lt;br /&gt;Senti o teu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Provei o teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Matei meu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por que&lt;br /&gt;O que é bom&lt;br /&gt;Rápido tem de acabar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram três horas de felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas então na realidade&lt;br /&gt;Tive de acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você partiu&lt;br /&gt;Mas de minha vida não sumiu&lt;br /&gt;Teve de para casa voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas após alguns dias&lt;br /&gt;Para cá retornou,&lt;br /&gt;Novamente me amou&lt;br /&gt;Mas teve de voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começava então minha tortura&lt;br /&gt;Meses e meses de amargura&lt;br /&gt;Só por telefone podemos falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quatro meses se passaram&lt;br /&gt;E para quem ama um mês e um ano&lt;br /&gt;Imagine o desespero&lt;br /&gt;Que tive de passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas me sacrifiquei&lt;br /&gt;E este tempo esperei&lt;br /&gt;Para te reencontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Março&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia era vinte&lt;br /&gt;Quando minha espera&lt;br /&gt;Teve fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então assim&lt;br /&gt;Para Santiago eu fui&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente te encontrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você estava a me esperar&lt;br /&gt;E que beijo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;callente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O da gente&lt;br /&gt;Escondido no banheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já em sua casa&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo nu inteiro beijei&lt;br /&gt;E a o paraíso cheguei&lt;br /&gt;À sua pele tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me delirar&lt;br /&gt;Por saber que era minha&lt;br /&gt;E que nada podia&lt;br /&gt;De mim te arrancar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Estava completa&lt;br /&gt;E era tão grande&lt;br /&gt;Que me tornei fútil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a ilusão se findou&lt;br /&gt;E meu peito acordou&lt;br /&gt;Num imenso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vasio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu tremendo de frio&lt;br /&gt;Na imensa solidão&lt;br /&gt;Em que me deixou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque acabou&lt;br /&gt;Demorei a entender&lt;br /&gt;O que mudou&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui compreender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebi&lt;br /&gt;Que não mais sabia&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu faria&lt;br /&gt;Para tentar omitir&lt;br /&gt;Que muito doeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a vez que a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Trouxesse a realidade&lt;br /&gt;Para eu engolir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sonho acabou&lt;br /&gt;A festa terminou&lt;br /&gt;Os cacos no chão&lt;br /&gt;São restos do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abriu amargo&lt;br /&gt;Com gosto de fel&lt;br /&gt;O que era mel&lt;br /&gt;Não era mais meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não podia&lt;br /&gt;Deixar acabar&lt;br /&gt;O que mais iluminava meu viver&lt;br /&gt;O que me fazia não querer esmorecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;O amor não morreu&lt;br /&gt;Nem se quer adormeceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui te visitar&lt;br /&gt;A saudade matar&lt;br /&gt;Ter um pouco de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tive&lt;br /&gt;Minhas férias eu passei&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Podendo te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu olho ver&lt;br /&gt;Sua mão tocar&lt;br /&gt;E teu corpo acariciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas foi só o momento&lt;br /&gt;Alegria de hora&lt;br /&gt;E a vida agora&lt;br /&gt;Tinha motivo para viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas as férias acabaram&lt;br /&gt;A rotina voltou&lt;br /&gt;E na realidade eu estava&lt;br /&gt;Perdi aquela que mais amava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo foi passando&lt;br /&gt;E o vento secando&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza do meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor não apagou&lt;br /&gt;Mas a paixão murchou&lt;br /&gt;E como as rosas caiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ainda te amo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não como antes&lt;br /&gt;Estamos distantes&lt;br /&gt;Nosso caminho temos de trilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre junto vamos&lt;br /&gt;Vamos estar&lt;br /&gt;Mas para lados opostos caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ano se passou&lt;br /&gt;Outra primavera chegou&lt;br /&gt;E outro dia dez vou ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E neste dia tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Posso reviver&lt;br /&gt;Com minha lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Posso viajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se no passado&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava a seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ainda vou estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou seu namorado&lt;br /&gt;Não posso te beijar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou seu amigo&lt;br /&gt;E posso te abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a historia&lt;br /&gt;Nem um sábio contou&lt;br /&gt;Mas aposto que não esperou&lt;br /&gt;Que eu contaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor era tão grande&lt;br /&gt;E tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;Que era de se invejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras pessoas passaram&lt;br /&gt;E também passarão&lt;br /&gt;Mas igual ao nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Jamais vou amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também se alguém procurar&lt;br /&gt;Varrera de norte a sul,&lt;br /&gt;De leste a oeste&lt;br /&gt;E não vai encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois nosso amor foi lindo&lt;br /&gt;E estava nas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E que somente nos dois &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conseguimos encontrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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amor'/><author><name>fransouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337458935332172504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-898619668399192874</id><published>2007-10-31T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:12:31.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>como devo agir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei o que fazer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei como agir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como poder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conquistar teu amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vejo seus olhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toco tua mão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conheço tão pouco sobre você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas já gosto tanto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria te ter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tocar tua boca &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentir teu calor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não posso sentir teu afago,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho coragem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De espôr minha imagem e abrir meu coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081539962831811302-898619668399192874?l=fran-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/feeds/898619668399192874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081539962831811302&amp;postID=898619668399192874' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/898619668399192874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/898619668399192874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/2007/10/como-devo-agir.html' title='como devo agir'/><author><name>fransouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337458935332172504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-7394165008673276056</id><published>2007-09-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:42:50.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto de ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kuBBhX5N2dA/RvFfBUBAE5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/omFihQglb0U/s1600-h/ce605e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111971528199639954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kuBBhX5N2dA/RvFfBUBAE5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/omFihQglb0U/s320/ce605e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Ah, como queria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Ter resposta para tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;E aceitar todos os absurdos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Que a vida impor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Queria que fosse fácil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Conviver com pessoas diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;E entender o que cada um pensa e fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Queria que ter amigos e amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Não fosse como jogar um jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;De ganhar e perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Que uma coisa que se conquista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Não seja tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; de se romper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;E saber falar o que cada um deseja escutar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;sem ter medo de sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081539962831811302-7394165008673276056?l=fran-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/feeds/7394165008673276056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081539962831811302&amp;postID=7394165008673276056' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/7394165008673276056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/7394165008673276056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/2007/09/soneto-de-iluso.html' title='Soneto de ilusão'/><author><name>fransouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337458935332172504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kuBBhX5N2dA/RvFfBUBAE5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/omFihQglb0U/s72-c/ce605e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-4023570983655390319</id><published>2007-09-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:57:19.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte e Luto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kuBBhX5N2dA/RwPJlpINWLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6noAmXsksbg/s1600-h/karine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117155250155641010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kuBBhX5N2dA/RwPJlpINWLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6noAmXsksbg/s320/karine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Já faz algum tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Foi no dia sete do dois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que um anjo para o céu se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Foi deixando saudades, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Trazendo infelicidades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Um luto em nossos corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Foi tão nova &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sem seus sonhos realizar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mas suas lembranças são a prova,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que a amizade pode a morte superar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Muitos que lêem ou escutam este poema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Podem não a ter conhecido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mas muito teram perdido de sua amizade não compartilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Eu posso dizer de ti sempre vou me lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8081539962831811302-4023570983655390319?l=fran-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/feeds/4023570983655390319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081539962831811302&amp;postID=4023570983655390319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/4023570983655390319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/4023570983655390319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/2007/09/morte-e-luto.html' title='Morte e Luto'/><author><name>fransouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337458935332172504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kuBBhX5N2dA/RwPJlpINWLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6noAmXsksbg/s72-c/karine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081539962831811302.post-6182530527949346958</id><published>2007-09-12T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:12:34.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se nada mais existir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuBBhX5N2dA/Rugdsqjd_EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pJeSQLbixWw/s1600-h/imagen-de-amor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109366430426332226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kuBBhX5N2dA/Rugdsqjd_EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pJeSQLbixWw/s320/imagen-de-amor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando as luzes se apagarem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando nada mais puder ver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo assim teu rosto lembrarei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando as bocas se calarem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando tudo acabar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O teu nome pelos ares ouvirei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque tu és capaz de me fazer sonhar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capaz de me fazer compor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capaz de me fazer falar de amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se um dia o sol parar de brilhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o oceano secar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma coisa eu sei, nunca vou deixar de te amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8081539962831811302-6182530527949346958?l=fran-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/feeds/6182530527949346958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081539962831811302&amp;postID=6182530527949346958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/6182530527949346958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081539962831811302/posts/default/6182530527949346958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fran-star.blogspot.com/2007/09/se-nada-mais-existir.html' title='Se nada 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