<?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-1527799964507440212</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:15:43.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus Rastros...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>314</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-4058046085161843865</id><published>2012-01-29T12:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T12:32:08.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWLvIwgiV4U/TyVmDMe8jcI/AAAAAAAACVo/g0HMts4cidU/s1600/costureira%2Bde%2Bestrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWLvIwgiV4U/TyVmDMe8jcI/AAAAAAAACVo/g0HMts4cidU/s400/costureira%2Bde%2Bestrelas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703076708211264962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;'Com você os dias seguem tão coloridos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;... Tão bom de se viver!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-4058046085161843865?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/4058046085161843865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=4058046085161843865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4058046085161843865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4058046085161843865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2012/01/com-voce-os-dias-seguem-tao-coloridos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWLvIwgiV4U/TyVmDMe8jcI/AAAAAAAACVo/g0HMts4cidU/s72-c/costureira%2Bde%2Bestrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-1976487844880887720</id><published>2012-01-28T11:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T11:58:44.668-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IL59NzxPP-0/TyQLjFo_ItI/AAAAAAAACVQ/FOPIU4VAYiQ/s1600/tumblr_lbwbupeF1r1qd4rk9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IL59NzxPP-0/TyQLjFo_ItI/AAAAAAAACVQ/FOPIU4VAYiQ/s400/tumblr_lbwbupeF1r1qd4rk9o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702695725595304658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;'Ele é um homem que me faz descobrir. todos os dias, um mundo novo, cheio de cores e poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um homem que me leva de ingenua a profana com igual intensidade e o mais delicioso prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um homem que me rouba as palavras ao mesmo tempo que devolve as canções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;São tantas sensações desencontradas, tantos desejos incontroláveis, tanta vontade de provar que sentimentos podem ser descritos em palavras e a profunda certeza que apesar da vontade, não há letrinhas suficientes pra conter tamanha paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Você é assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um homem que me leva da terra ao céu em um segundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um homem que consegue me ver melhor do que sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um homem que me faz querer ser melhor do que sou.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ni..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ps: E sempre faz tanto sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-1976487844880887720?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/1976487844880887720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=1976487844880887720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1976487844880887720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1976487844880887720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2012/01/ele-e-um-homem-que-me-faz-descobrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IL59NzxPP-0/TyQLjFo_ItI/AAAAAAAACVQ/FOPIU4VAYiQ/s72-c/tumblr_lbwbupeF1r1qd4rk9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-5528061221219436031</id><published>2011-12-31T19:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:53:20.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgWO3scHNpw/Tv-RYQH_I_I/AAAAAAAACU4/BevPgQcEHiA/s1600/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgWO3scHNpw/Tv-RYQH_I_I/AAAAAAAACU4/BevPgQcEHiA/s400/a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692428299850949618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Últimas horas de um ano feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Que 2012 venha ainda melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-5528061221219436031?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/5528061221219436031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=5528061221219436031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5528061221219436031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5528061221219436031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/12/ultimas-horas-de-um-ano-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgWO3scHNpw/Tv-RYQH_I_I/AAAAAAAACU4/BevPgQcEHiA/s72-c/a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-9221578834986424985</id><published>2011-11-26T12:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:43:51.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwAOFHp71XQ/TtEIQEyKqBI/AAAAAAAACUs/t53ChvHnTD8/s1600/maos.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 223px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679329677345990674" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwAOFHp71XQ/TtEIQEyKqBI/AAAAAAAACUs/t53ChvHnTD8/s400/maos.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Naquela hora que tudo parece desabar você chega...&lt;br /&gt;Se aproxima com aquele olhar-qual-a-fase-de-hoje&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo sem saber o que te espera,&lt;br /&gt;Vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senta perto, olha nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Busca aquela parte ainda racional,&lt;br /&gt;em meio a maluquice de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;que se abriga aqui dentro,&lt;br /&gt;Encosta a mão na minha e espera.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa claro que está ali,&lt;br /&gt;mas não irá impor sua vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Aguarda o meu sinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto meu coração ficando apertadinho&lt;br /&gt;para depois se expandir ao máximo.&lt;br /&gt;Coloco a mão em cima da tua,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o apertão leve que transmite toda segurança que preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos devagar enquanto penso...&lt;br /&gt;...Não importa o que venha por ai,&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu lado, este é o meu lugar!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-9221578834986424985?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/9221578834986424985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=9221578834986424985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/9221578834986424985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/9221578834986424985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/11/naquela-hora-que-tudo-parece-desabar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwAOFHp71XQ/TtEIQEyKqBI/AAAAAAAACUs/t53ChvHnTD8/s72-c/maos.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6732286449299726579</id><published>2011-11-23T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:31:03.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OuVkuHZ2kM/Ts1j-RTnviI/AAAAAAAACUg/PUncvOVygn0/s1600/2d9fd10263ac3d3a7a09d626c5fcd7629031cdc6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 169px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678304626632801826" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OuVkuHZ2kM/Ts1j-RTnviI/AAAAAAAACUg/PUncvOVygn0/s400/2d9fd10263ac3d3a7a09d626c5fcd7629031cdc6.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;'As vezes me perco entre tantas 'eus'&lt;br /&gt;Por sorte encontrei você,&lt;br /&gt;Um caçador de tesouros,&lt;br /&gt;Que com paciencia sempre tira o melhor de mim...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-6732286449299726579?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6732286449299726579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6732286449299726579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6732286449299726579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6732286449299726579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-vezes-me-perco-entre-tantas-eus-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OuVkuHZ2kM/Ts1j-RTnviI/AAAAAAAACUg/PUncvOVygn0/s72-c/2d9fd10263ac3d3a7a09d626c5fcd7629031cdc6.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6155146236960447405</id><published>2011-11-19T11:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T11:22:53.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kENWAOcauLg/Tse7Op8QdOI/AAAAAAAACUU/fJFM0whLE4w/s1600/tempokepassa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676711715774952674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kENWAOcauLg/Tse7Op8QdOI/AAAAAAAACUU/fJFM0whLE4w/s400/tempokepassa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'As vezes quero poder aprisionar o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Parar tudo naquele instante perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que durou tão pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes quero que este mesmo tempo, voe.&lt;br /&gt;Que se movam rapidamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e levem embora momentos que não foram bons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na maioria das vezes&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente olho em volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;como uma criança num espaço novo.&lt;br /&gt;Absorvo os mínimos detalhes da vida&lt;br /&gt;Com a gana de alguem que sabe viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com sede de mais, de tudo... sempre...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-6155146236960447405?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6155146236960447405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6155146236960447405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6155146236960447405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6155146236960447405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-vezes-quero-poder-aprisionar-o-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kENWAOcauLg/Tse7Op8QdOI/AAAAAAAACUU/fJFM0whLE4w/s72-c/tempokepassa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-918691827843901882</id><published>2011-11-08T10:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:18:45.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aJa4nrW55Y/Trkr3-XdzdI/AAAAAAAACT8/UvJGsuTPv_8/s1600/crise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672613446284070354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aJa4nrW55Y/Trkr3-XdzdI/AAAAAAAACT8/UvJGsuTPv_8/s400/crise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O cerebro também sonha, mas com coisas tangíveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o coração se apega ao impossivel&lt;br /&gt;e tenta transforma-lo em possivel,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que nunca será...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-918691827843901882?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/918691827843901882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=918691827843901882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/918691827843901882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/918691827843901882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-cerebro-tambem-sonha-mas-com-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aJa4nrW55Y/Trkr3-XdzdI/AAAAAAAACT8/UvJGsuTPv_8/s72-c/crise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-4012257848154817267</id><published>2011-11-03T10:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:12:32.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcLQjeZ254Q/TrKShS1Xk1I/AAAAAAAACTs/5CzQfE0PrBE/s1600/tumblr_lp1ps9IHzm1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670755981501895506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcLQjeZ254Q/TrKShS1Xk1I/AAAAAAAACTs/5CzQfE0PrBE/s400/tumblr_lp1ps9IHzm1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Com você o encaixe é perfeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As diferenças existem, algumas gritantes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas o prazer da companhia, o entendimento sem palavras,&lt;br /&gt;o sorriso da chegada e a ansiedade pela volta, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;só nos faz entender que viver longe é impossivel...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-4012257848154817267?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/4012257848154817267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=4012257848154817267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4012257848154817267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4012257848154817267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/11/com-voce-o-encaixe-e-perfeito.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcLQjeZ254Q/TrKShS1Xk1I/AAAAAAAACTs/5CzQfE0PrBE/s72-c/tumblr_lp1ps9IHzm1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6782509171469283215</id><published>2011-09-03T21:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:04:26.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFN_0Phi_dA/TmLazIb9GSI/AAAAAAAACTQ/YsShyTWOIr4/s1600/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648317454648940834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFN_0Phi_dA/TmLazIb9GSI/AAAAAAAACTQ/YsShyTWOIr4/s400/coracao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Coloque de molho no alvejante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enxague. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Torça bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pendure e espere secar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;... Terá um coração novinho, pronto para o uso!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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:#ff6666;"&gt;Ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-6782509171469283215?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6782509171469283215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6782509171469283215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6782509171469283215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6782509171469283215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/09/coloque-de-molho-no-alvejante.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFN_0Phi_dA/TmLazIb9GSI/AAAAAAAACTQ/YsShyTWOIr4/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2259750073683025103</id><published>2011-09-03T21:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T21:51:58.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XhEJYdpfHM/TmLZeO1KOSI/AAAAAAAACTI/em-nkasUhTc/s1600/fecharolhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648315996076390690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XhEJYdpfHM/TmLZeO1KOSI/AAAAAAAACTI/em-nkasUhTc/s400/fecharolhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-2259750073683025103?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2259750073683025103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2259750073683025103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2259750073683025103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2259750073683025103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/09/silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XhEJYdpfHM/TmLZeO1KOSI/AAAAAAAACTI/em-nkasUhTc/s72-c/fecharolhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-3481915646283756727</id><published>2011-07-03T08:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T08:48:24.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2WG5o_qjgc/ThBksZwe58I/AAAAAAAACTA/uQTqd0dQfKI/s1600/abrazo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625106648577009602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2WG5o_qjgc/ThBksZwe58I/AAAAAAAACTA/uQTqd0dQfKI/s400/abrazo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Meu corpo clama os abraços que vem de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma sente os beijos que ainda não ganhei...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1527799964507440212-3481915646283756727?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/3481915646283756727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=3481915646283756727&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3481915646283756727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3481915646283756727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/07/meu-corpo-clama-os-abracos-que-vem-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2WG5o_qjgc/ThBksZwe58I/AAAAAAAACTA/uQTqd0dQfKI/s72-c/abrazo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-7547645325283185255</id><published>2011-06-29T12:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:18:41.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3-z6N71G70/TgtPUrenfHI/AAAAAAAACSg/8FrUpJv0PSo/s1600/http%2B_meme.zenfs.com_u_e7fbf55c8904dedfa75fa1fcf0792707c4e0545d.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623675776389315698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3-z6N71G70/TgtPUrenfHI/AAAAAAAACSg/8FrUpJv0PSo/s400/http%2B_meme.zenfs.com_u_e7fbf55c8904dedfa75fa1fcf0792707c4e0545d.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Então tudo vai se enfeitando de cor.&lt;br /&gt;Gotas azuis de presença, pingos amarelos de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Umas gotas de um vermelho luxuria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com você, o mundo se enche de fantasia&lt;/em&gt;...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-7547645325283185255?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/7547645325283185255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=7547645325283185255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7547645325283185255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7547645325283185255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/06/entao-tudo-vai-se-enfeitando-de-cor.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3-z6N71G70/TgtPUrenfHI/AAAAAAAACSg/8FrUpJv0PSo/s72-c/http%2B_meme.zenfs.com_u_e7fbf55c8904dedfa75fa1fcf0792707c4e0545d.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-3678390030558811495</id><published>2011-06-26T13:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:23:59.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VW5tjrHNvM/TgdqEOTuGBI/AAAAAAAACSY/qVQq5pPKi6s/s1600/quadro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622579280588183570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VW5tjrHNvM/TgdqEOTuGBI/AAAAAAAACSY/qVQq5pPKi6s/s400/quadro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Olho pra dentro da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;e em alguns momentos ela parece tão mais real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respiro fundo. Mexo os dedos. Abro um largo sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Não importa o que aconteça, o real ainda me faz suspirar...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-3678390030558811495?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/3678390030558811495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=3678390030558811495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3678390030558811495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3678390030558811495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/06/olho-pra-dentro-da-fantasia-e-em-alguns.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VW5tjrHNvM/TgdqEOTuGBI/AAAAAAAACSY/qVQq5pPKi6s/s72-c/quadro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2472633628712587806</id><published>2011-06-14T21:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:56:27.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1RRCYX5ld84/TfgRLoE3GTI/AAAAAAAACSQ/OBNmmWL-m14/s1600/languageoflove1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618259426578733362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1RRCYX5ld84/TfgRLoE3GTI/AAAAAAAACSQ/OBNmmWL-m14/s400/languageoflove1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'E o dia em que a vida não estiver muito fácil,&lt;br /&gt;vamos sentar pertinho e ficar ali,&lt;br /&gt;só de mãos dadas vendo a vida passar&lt;br /&gt;e esperando o sorriso voltar...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-2472633628712587806?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2472633628712587806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2472633628712587806&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2472633628712587806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2472633628712587806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-o-dia-em-que-vida-nao-estiver-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1RRCYX5ld84/TfgRLoE3GTI/AAAAAAAACSQ/OBNmmWL-m14/s72-c/languageoflove1_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-4137153654571112329</id><published>2011-06-05T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:20:06.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uot497cvdvI/Tew5A_GZylI/AAAAAAAACR4/iz7qnc72DH8/s1600/meeucantinho.com0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614925524525238866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uot497cvdvI/Tew5A_GZylI/AAAAAAAACR4/iz7qnc72DH8/s400/meeucantinho.com0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'...E há aquelas delicadezas que me fazem sorrir!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1527799964507440212-4137153654571112329?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/4137153654571112329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=4137153654571112329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4137153654571112329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4137153654571112329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uot497cvdvI/Tew5A_GZylI/AAAAAAAACR4/iz7qnc72DH8/s72-c/meeucantinho.com0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-3299205183050894064</id><published>2011-05-20T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:24:21.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYxGRGFSW9g/TdcwMSPi4YI/AAAAAAAACRs/CGHzqkm0Oh4/s1600/in_a_ball_of_yarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609004848526844290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYxGRGFSW9g/TdcwMSPi4YI/AAAAAAAACRs/CGHzqkm0Oh4/s400/in_a_ball_of_yarn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Vontade daquele abraço apertado&lt;br /&gt;Que acalenta, que faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de me abrigar naqueles sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Onde se pode tudo e nunca se está só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de ficar perto&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que as palavras fujam&lt;br /&gt;E a dor faça morada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de alimentar este desejo maluco&lt;br /&gt;De nunca estar longe de ti...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-3299205183050894064?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/3299205183050894064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=3299205183050894064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3299205183050894064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3299205183050894064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/05/vontade-daquele-abraco-apertado-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYxGRGFSW9g/TdcwMSPi4YI/AAAAAAAACRs/CGHzqkm0Oh4/s72-c/in_a_ball_of_yarn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2047046790845556595</id><published>2011-05-10T00:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T00:24:30.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88bQE6aUoOU/Tci8S-Qt5-I/AAAAAAAACRk/zgUJV7DqCBg/s1600/tumblr_l9kwzpOEa81qbu8a0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604936770399365090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88bQE6aUoOU/Tci8S-Qt5-I/AAAAAAAACRk/zgUJV7DqCBg/s400/tumblr_l9kwzpOEa81qbu8a0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Vontade que o mundo pare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;no momento em que estou em teus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Para me abrigar pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;neste porto seguro que me faz tão bem...!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-2047046790845556595?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2047046790845556595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2047046790845556595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2047046790845556595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2047046790845556595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/05/vontade-que-o-mundo-pare-no-momento-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88bQE6aUoOU/Tci8S-Qt5-I/AAAAAAAACRk/zgUJV7DqCBg/s72-c/tumblr_l9kwzpOEa81qbu8a0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-7886220259502535728</id><published>2011-05-02T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:34:01.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itmsGrucRNc/Tb7q03SroTI/AAAAAAAACRc/YK2AJpimiLw/s1600/tumblr_ljjp9hKjce1qg205no1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602173180411879730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itmsGrucRNc/Tb7q03SroTI/AAAAAAAACRc/YK2AJpimiLw/s400/tumblr_ljjp9hKjce1qg205no1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tenho fome de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso viver mais intensamente, sentir mais felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas também me alimentam, mesmo que de dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Afinal, prefiro sentir, seja lá o que for!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-7886220259502535728?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/7886220259502535728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=7886220259502535728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7886220259502535728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7886220259502535728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/05/tenho-fome-de-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itmsGrucRNc/Tb7q03SroTI/AAAAAAAACRc/YK2AJpimiLw/s72-c/tumblr_ljjp9hKjce1qg205no1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-458029774789643637</id><published>2011-04-18T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:19:22.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxjti023fgc/Taz9RnvXMgI/AAAAAAAACRU/UgbwFLtHDVg/s1600/tumblr_lcbdz3mRL81qf48nho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597126916081922562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxjti023fgc/Taz9RnvXMgI/AAAAAAAACRU/UgbwFLtHDVg/s400/tumblr_lcbdz3mRL81qf48nho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Enquanto a força dos pingos machucam a pele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... a água escorre purificando a alma!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-458029774789643637?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/458029774789643637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=458029774789643637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/458029774789643637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/458029774789643637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/04/enquanto-forca-dos-pingos-machucam-pele.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxjti023fgc/Taz9RnvXMgI/AAAAAAAACRU/UgbwFLtHDVg/s72-c/tumblr_lcbdz3mRL81qf48nho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2720230546859652876</id><published>2011-04-15T20:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:15:47.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzTMBSxNbrs/Taje1voYL0I/AAAAAAAACRM/qLmPbuc0TKY/s1600/tumblr_lexawx4GEG1qaycf7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595967551908097858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzTMBSxNbrs/Taje1voYL0I/AAAAAAAACRM/qLmPbuc0TKY/s400/tumblr_lexawx4GEG1qaycf7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Cinco anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Parece que foi ontem, mas sinto como se estivesse longe por uma eternidade. Quando era menina te via chorar de saudade. Sentava perto, muitas vezes até mesmo dizia entender... hoje sei que não entendia nada. Como conviver com a dor de uma ausencia que não abranda? Como continuar vivendo mesmo sabendo que uma parte sua, aquela que te deu a vida, não existe mais? Ai que está o pior, não existe em carne e ossos, mas palpita forte nesta ansia deste abraço que não se estreita, deste afago que nunca chega. Sabe Mãe, os dias passam e continuo pegando o telefone para te contar do meu dia. Sinto até mesmo o teu toque, principalmente quando os dias são difíceis. Dentro de mim há uma certeza imensa que vou reencontrá-la e passaremos horas falando e falando, tentando colocar em dia tudo aquilo que você perdeu dos meus dias. Sei que se tivesse o poder da escolha estaria aqui, me dando colo, rindo das minhas bobagens e dando as broncas, como toda mãe que ama não se furta em fazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você não teve escolha e agora, não tenho outra alternativa a não ser prosseguir sem você...' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-2720230546859652876?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2720230546859652876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2720230546859652876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2720230546859652876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2720230546859652876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/04/cinco-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzTMBSxNbrs/Taje1voYL0I/AAAAAAAACRM/qLmPbuc0TKY/s72-c/tumblr_lexawx4GEG1qaycf7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8799856557479324791</id><published>2011-03-31T00:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:51:42.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MG5WDd5Xh6E/TZQDoaEGCQI/AAAAAAAACRE/aArzP71DhLQ/s1600/tumblr_ld6i7spiXF1qaycf7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590097030199773442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MG5WDd5Xh6E/TZQDoaEGCQI/AAAAAAAACRE/aArzP71DhLQ/s400/tumblr_ld6i7spiXF1qaycf7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'Madrugada. &lt;br /&gt;Silencio. &lt;br /&gt;A paz se mistura a solidão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos voam sem destino e caem em você. &lt;br /&gt;[Aliás, eles sempre voltam pra você.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de me enfiar nos teus pensamentos &lt;br /&gt;E [re]descobrir a sensação me sentir protegida, cuidada, amada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de parar o tempo no momento que me sinto toda tua. &lt;br /&gt;Vontade de me abrigar neste sentimento sem barreiras, sem explicações. &lt;br /&gt;Sentimento este que não se define, se sente. &lt;br /&gt;Que não precisa de palavras, que fala no silencio...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-8799856557479324791?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8799856557479324791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8799856557479324791&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8799856557479324791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8799856557479324791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/03/madrugada.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MG5WDd5Xh6E/TZQDoaEGCQI/AAAAAAAACRE/aArzP71DhLQ/s72-c/tumblr_ld6i7spiXF1qaycf7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-4552390085097311843</id><published>2011-03-18T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:50:43.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585602019130149170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dpmXJOIaFoE/TYQLcU71CTI/AAAAAAAACPc/_jqg-1fOHsA/s400/happiness_by_pOhpOHh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ando vivendo o prazer de olhar as pequenas coisas&lt;br /&gt;E enxergar a imensidão...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-4552390085097311843?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/4552390085097311843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=4552390085097311843&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4552390085097311843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4552390085097311843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/03/ando-vivendo-o-prazer-de-olhar-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dpmXJOIaFoE/TYQLcU71CTI/AAAAAAAACPc/_jqg-1fOHsA/s72-c/happiness_by_pOhpOHh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-3585484445403409201</id><published>2011-02-21T18:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:04:31.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PyrzDsOhrBc/TWLhK5WA9CI/AAAAAAAACPM/67c-CKqDn7c/s1600/ABRAO1%257E1.JPE"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576266865946194978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PyrzDsOhrBc/TWLhK5WA9CI/AAAAAAAACPM/67c-CKqDn7c/s400/ABRAO1%257E1.JPE" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'E brota aquela fome indescritivel de viver&lt;br /&gt;de romper as amarras&lt;br /&gt;e curtir tudo até a última gota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, como a vida é completa quando estou em teus braços..!&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-3585484445403409201?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/3585484445403409201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=3585484445403409201&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3585484445403409201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3585484445403409201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-brota-aquela-fome-indescritivel-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PyrzDsOhrBc/TWLhK5WA9CI/AAAAAAAACPM/67c-CKqDn7c/s72-c/ABRAO1%257E1.JPE' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8462431814991388228</id><published>2011-01-11T11:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:40:49.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TSxroAUcFII/AAAAAAAACOw/1vzKarLbJ0A/s1600/saudadee.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560937974920385666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TSxroAUcFII/AAAAAAAACOw/1vzKarLbJ0A/s400/saudadee.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A nostalgia faz morada em mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do que vivi.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do que pretendia viver e não vai rolar.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade daquilo que nem sei o que é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje meu peito vibra S A U D A D E !'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-8462431814991388228?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8462431814991388228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8462431814991388228&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8462431814991388228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8462431814991388228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2011/01/nostalgia-faz-morada-em-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TSxroAUcFII/AAAAAAAACOw/1vzKarLbJ0A/s72-c/saudadee.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6246458473801649705</id><published>2010-12-11T16:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T16:33:02.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TQPRIUsihZI/AAAAAAAACNs/PlbtR0LO2kE/s1600/tumblr_l9j06dE8w61qzm1q3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549509106775262610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TQPRIUsihZI/AAAAAAAACNs/PlbtR0LO2kE/s400/tumblr_l9j06dE8w61qzm1q3o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'O tempo se torna curto-extenso quando estou ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curto - nesta sensação que nunca tenho o bastante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;da tua companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extenso - neste vivenciar de tantos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;pequenos-grandes detalhes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;que parecem não ter fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia sem você e já aparecem reações estranhas.&lt;br /&gt;Suspiros profundos, olhar perdido no espaço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mãos a procura das tuas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lábios que teimam em não sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você volta. Tudo muda.&lt;br /&gt;Respiração ofegante, olhar brilhante, corpo quente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, é febre.&lt;br /&gt;Febre de amor. Febre de prazer...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-6246458473801649705?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6246458473801649705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6246458473801649705&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6246458473801649705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6246458473801649705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-tempo-se-torna-curto-extenso-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TQPRIUsihZI/AAAAAAAACNs/PlbtR0LO2kE/s72-c/tumblr_l9j06dE8w61qzm1q3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2815831103880911780</id><published>2010-12-08T17:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:18:36.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TP_nWzQQDmI/AAAAAAAACM8/xHhPrAYbLlw/s1600/tumblr_kpz961gEMX1qzr5ipo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548407644845248098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TP_nWzQQDmI/AAAAAAAACM8/xHhPrAYbLlw/s400/tumblr_kpz961gEMX1qzr5ipo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;'Era um sentimento atípico, profundo, intenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrigava um mundo de sensações desencontradas&lt;br /&gt;que palpitavam forte dentro do peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não carecia de rótulos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espalhava sorrisos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;encurtava distancias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;e viajava no tempo...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-2815831103880911780?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2815831103880911780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2815831103880911780&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2815831103880911780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2815831103880911780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/12/era-um-sentimento-atipico-profundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TP_nWzQQDmI/AAAAAAAACM8/xHhPrAYbLlw/s72-c/tumblr_kpz961gEMX1qzr5ipo1_500%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-1441419251300808601</id><published>2010-11-29T21:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:14:44.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TPRBpM5_jTI/AAAAAAAACMs/rWbTWrEBZNM/s1600/sorrisos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545129217294830898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TPRBpM5_jTI/AAAAAAAACMs/rWbTWrEBZNM/s400/sorrisos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Ela amava a sensação de estar observando o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lado-de-dentro tão protegido do homem amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vislumbrava delicadezes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Acompanhava transformações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Recebia sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seguia garimpando emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela sempre soube, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que nas frestas daquele coração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;encontraria um grande filão de amor...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Recebi este selinho da &lt;a href="http://sempreraiodesol.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ná&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um blog novinho e já recheado de coisas lindas.&lt;br /&gt;Vale conferir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TPRIhBZkkfI/AAAAAAAACM0/NT2RpeoHPIk/s1600/PREMIO_DARDOS_.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545136773348495858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TPRIhBZkkfI/AAAAAAAACM0/NT2RpeoHPIk/s400/PREMIO_DARDOS_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;O selo tem as seguintes regras:&lt;br /&gt;exibir a imagem do Selo no blog;&lt;br /&gt;revelar o link do blog que me atribuiu o selo;&lt;br /&gt;escolher blogueiros para premiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs que levarão o selo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adrianodicarvalho.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adriano DiCarvalho&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://juliano-sorrirchorando.blogspot.com/"&gt;Juliano&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maskedstory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mascarada&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://priscilarode.blogspot.com/"&gt;Priscila Rôde&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-1441419251300808601?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/1441419251300808601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=1441419251300808601&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1441419251300808601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1441419251300808601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/11/ela-amava-sensacao-de-estar-observando.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TPRBpM5_jTI/AAAAAAAACMs/rWbTWrEBZNM/s72-c/sorrisos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8453659919595520106</id><published>2010-11-27T20:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:35:47.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TPGTmw5LIEI/AAAAAAAACLo/vK0RvtVwGUk/s1600/amorr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544374910438809666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TPGTmw5LIEI/AAAAAAAACLo/vK0RvtVwGUk/s400/amorr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Com o coração vazando amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ela seguia distribuindo sentimentos através &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;de gestos, olhares e sorrisos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando o amor é grande &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seu perfume se espalha pelo vento...!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-8453659919595520106?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8453659919595520106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8453659919595520106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8453659919595520106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8453659919595520106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/11/com-o-coracao-vazando-amor-ela-seguia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TPGTmw5LIEI/AAAAAAAACLo/vK0RvtVwGUk/s72-c/amorr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-7930022796907454505</id><published>2010-11-26T18:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:22:31.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TPAjfH4nR7I/AAAAAAAACLI/im2vlfN8t3M/s1600/0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543970158892500914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TPAjfH4nR7I/AAAAAAAACLI/im2vlfN8t3M/s400/0000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Espera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compasso acelerado que se força a ter calma.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;br /&gt;&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/1527799964507440212-7930022796907454505?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/7930022796907454505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=7930022796907454505&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7930022796907454505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7930022796907454505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/11/medo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TPAjfH4nR7I/AAAAAAAACLI/im2vlfN8t3M/s72-c/0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-1433332320010156727</id><published>2010-11-23T00:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:27:21.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TOs0TCY2BeI/AAAAAAAACK4/BCcvLAli5kM/s1600/Woman_a_smell_by_ORLOF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542581268072760802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TOs0TCY2BeI/AAAAAAAACK4/BCcvLAli5kM/s400/Woman_a_smell_by_ORLOF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Noite quente, felicidade envolvente.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele ressonar suave faz companhia ao silencio profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela respira fundo e sente o cheiro daquele amor-latente.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1527799964507440212-1433332320010156727?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/1433332320010156727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=1433332320010156727&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1433332320010156727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1433332320010156727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/11/noite-quente-felicidade-envolvente.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TOs0TCY2BeI/AAAAAAAACK4/BCcvLAli5kM/s72-c/Woman_a_smell_by_ORLOF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-5966515396026226379</id><published>2010-11-15T13:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:56:10.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TOFkzx1CzbI/AAAAAAAACJI/QveTFkugfhc/s1600/Flor.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539819857354345906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TOFkzx1CzbI/AAAAAAAACJI/QveTFkugfhc/s400/Flor.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;'A distância que nos separa neste longe-tão-perto&lt;br /&gt;parece evaporar quando nos falamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...E te sinto tão perto.&lt;br /&gt;Tão junto.&lt;br /&gt;Tão meu!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-5966515396026226379?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/5966515396026226379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=5966515396026226379&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5966515396026226379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5966515396026226379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/11/distancia-que-nos-separa-neste-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TOFkzx1CzbI/AAAAAAAACJI/QveTFkugfhc/s72-c/Flor.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-807075633721543110</id><published>2010-11-13T15:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:34:40.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TN7Z8LcMeLI/AAAAAAAACI4/YZHiD-rVDkc/s1600/arrepio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539104219598715058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TN7Z8LcMeLI/AAAAAAAACI4/YZHiD-rVDkc/s400/arrepio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Arrepio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as sensações fazem cocégas na pele...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-807075633721543110?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/807075633721543110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=807075633721543110&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/807075633721543110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/807075633721543110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/11/arrepio-quando-as-sensacoes-fazem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TN7Z8LcMeLI/AAAAAAAACI4/YZHiD-rVDkc/s72-c/arrepio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6067190923737675097</id><published>2010-11-01T18:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:46:15.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TM80zw8YUbI/AAAAAAAACII/Aj0E1OjI3I4/s1600/0624cd417ac24845d5e3ac5dfcdd11492e7cc541.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534700530977755570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TM80zw8YUbI/AAAAAAAACII/Aj0E1OjI3I4/s400/0624cd417ac24845d5e3ac5dfcdd11492e7cc541.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Degustamos [com prazer] cada pedaço de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando já conhecemos o sabor da tristeza...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni... &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/1527799964507440212-6067190923737675097?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6067190923737675097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6067190923737675097&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6067190923737675097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6067190923737675097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/11/degustamos-com-prazer-cada-pedaco-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TM80zw8YUbI/AAAAAAAACII/Aj0E1OjI3I4/s72-c/0624cd417ac24845d5e3ac5dfcdd11492e7cc541.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2041343423929651001</id><published>2010-10-17T23:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:00:54.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TLux3u6M1UI/AAAAAAAACHQ/7oxiBUNYklA/s1600/fd69bd6f2a97511d38dbc5d772a387d905147051.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529208538570478914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TLux3u6M1UI/AAAAAAAACHQ/7oxiBUNYklA/s400/fd69bd6f2a97511d38dbc5d772a387d905147051.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Partida:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dor que dilacera o peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peito:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedaço, que na distancia, parece ser maior que o corpo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distancia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Espaço entre duas pessoas que produz a saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazio que chega logo após a Partida...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-2041343423929651001?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2041343423929651001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2041343423929651001&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2041343423929651001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2041343423929651001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/10/partida-dor-que-dilacera-o-peito.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TLux3u6M1UI/AAAAAAAACHQ/7oxiBUNYklA/s72-c/fd69bd6f2a97511d38dbc5d772a387d905147051.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-7570647202585101796</id><published>2010-10-15T18:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T18:50:25.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TLjRiv7ERBI/AAAAAAAACG4/GEBuKUacgnc/s1600/ceii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528398937507251218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TLjRiv7ERBI/AAAAAAAACG4/GEBuKUacgnc/s400/ceii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Quando estamos longe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fecho os olhos e visualizo aquela imagem meio desbotada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas ainda cheia de vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o cheiro do amor que não diminue na distancia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao contrário, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cresce na certeza da emoção do reencontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respiro fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto um toque suave, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como o pousar de uma borboleta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tocando suavemente minha mão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sorriso começa na boca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e se espalha rapidamente, aquecendo o corpo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;naquela presença-ainda-que-ausente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você faz a alegria dos meus dias...!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-7570647202585101796?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/7570647202585101796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=7570647202585101796&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7570647202585101796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7570647202585101796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/10/quando-estamos-longe-fecho-os-olhos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TLjRiv7ERBI/AAAAAAAACG4/GEBuKUacgnc/s72-c/ceii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-1683876527124201058</id><published>2010-10-07T16:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:21:53.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TK4rFofmGEI/AAAAAAAACGo/y5nV3XZSuFM/s1600/116ca251d5a61b4e96f870b1aff3e6fd29725d85.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525401168599455810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TK4rFofmGEI/AAAAAAAACGo/y5nV3XZSuFM/s400/116ca251d5a61b4e96f870b1aff3e6fd29725d85.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'As vezes a vida embaralha as peças.&lt;br /&gt;Mas cabe a nós montar o quebra-cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Que nos devolverá a felicidade...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-1683876527124201058?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/1683876527124201058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=1683876527124201058&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1683876527124201058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1683876527124201058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-vezes-vida-embaralha-as-pecas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TK4rFofmGEI/AAAAAAAACGo/y5nV3XZSuFM/s72-c/116ca251d5a61b4e96f870b1aff3e6fd29725d85.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8376708191750092333</id><published>2010-10-05T20:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:28:57.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TKvCb1MGjrI/AAAAAAAACGg/5RB8IK7pOYQ/s1600/6b69eb054ccf677d9c90a153625f36e12349ae84.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524723151290142386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TKvCb1MGjrI/AAAAAAAACGg/5RB8IK7pOYQ/s400/6b69eb054ccf677d9c90a153625f36e12349ae84.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Sensação tão boa  que é sentir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Conversando com o meu...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-8376708191750092333?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8376708191750092333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8376708191750092333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8376708191750092333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8376708191750092333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/10/sensacao-tao-boa-que-e-sentir-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TKvCb1MGjrI/AAAAAAAACGg/5RB8IK7pOYQ/s72-c/6b69eb054ccf677d9c90a153625f36e12349ae84.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6345680326493297455</id><published>2010-09-30T22:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:18:49.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TKVEUMA8zqI/AAAAAAAACGQ/ojIuv579CHM/s1600/348469169_f3783277a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522895631653064354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TKVEUMA8zqI/AAAAAAAACGQ/ojIuv579CHM/s400/348469169_f3783277a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mesmo quando as mãos não se tocam&lt;br /&gt;Nossos corações se unem nas lembranças...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-6345680326493297455?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6345680326493297455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6345680326493297455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6345680326493297455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6345680326493297455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/09/mesmo-quando-as-maos-nao-se-tocam.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TKVEUMA8zqI/AAAAAAAACGQ/ojIuv579CHM/s72-c/348469169_f3783277a3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-7032906335218264580</id><published>2010-09-26T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:12:16.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TKALEAOlFGI/AAAAAAAACGA/RltDToqfYIc/s1600/tumblr_l7ekdwfdZa1qbzd9eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521425306564760674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TKALEAOlFGI/AAAAAAAACGA/RltDToqfYIc/s400/tumblr_l7ekdwfdZa1qbzd9eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ele chega adentrando o território&lt;br /&gt;Invadindo as frestas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz do meu corpo Sua morada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;E já não sou mais Eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sou complemento Seu.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-7032906335218264580?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/7032906335218264580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=7032906335218264580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7032906335218264580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7032906335218264580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/09/ele-chega-adentrando-o-territorio.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TKALEAOlFGI/AAAAAAAACGA/RltDToqfYIc/s72-c/tumblr_l7ekdwfdZa1qbzd9eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-211535577507845190</id><published>2010-09-23T00:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:25:10.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJrUqR-rOxI/AAAAAAAACF4/6Cx6z11w8cU/s1600/How_Love_Fled_by_FreakyKiddow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519958116141841170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJrUqR-rOxI/AAAAAAAACF4/6Cx6z11w8cU/s400/How_Love_Fled_by_FreakyKiddow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Ele é um homem que me faz descobrir. todos os dias, um mundo novo, cheio de cores e poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Um homem que me leva de ingenua a profana com igual intensidade e o mais delicioso prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Um homem que me rouba as palavras ao mesmo tempo que devolve as canções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tantas sensações desencontradas, tantos desejos incontroláveis, tanta vontade de provar que sentimentos podem ser descritos em palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e a profunda certeza que apesar da vontade, não há letrinhas suficientes pra conter tamanha paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é assim...&lt;br /&gt;Um homem que me leva da terra ao céu em um segundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem que consegue me ver melhor do que sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem que me faz querer ser melhor do que sou.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-211535577507845190?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/211535577507845190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=211535577507845190&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/211535577507845190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/211535577507845190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/09/ele-e-um-homem-que-me-faz-descobrir-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJrUqR-rOxI/AAAAAAAACF4/6Cx6z11w8cU/s72-c/How_Love_Fled_by_FreakyKiddow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-5404093554523952245</id><published>2010-09-14T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:50:14.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TI_t6uoX-0I/AAAAAAAACFQ/9Y3f57fPOBE/s1600/tumblr_l7z2zihNsF1qcu2a2o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516889661757717314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TI_t6uoX-0I/AAAAAAAACFQ/9Y3f57fPOBE/s400/tumblr_l7z2zihNsF1qcu2a2o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Começa como uma cosquinha no coração&lt;br /&gt;E se espalha por todo o corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As estações internas vão mudando.&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso brota mais fácil,&lt;br /&gt;a ternura vai tomando conta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Ah, como o amor clareia o dia!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-5404093554523952245?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/5404093554523952245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=5404093554523952245&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5404093554523952245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5404093554523952245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/09/comeca-como-uma-cosquinha-no-coracao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TI_t6uoX-0I/AAAAAAAACFQ/9Y3f57fPOBE/s72-c/tumblr_l7z2zihNsF1qcu2a2o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-5551415546455323621</id><published>2010-09-02T18:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:53:37.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TIAh_qFdEqI/AAAAAAAACEg/bFbouHYv5bs/s1600/tumblr_kpz7c8DF6W1qz8s3ho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512443321414128290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TIAh_qFdEqI/AAAAAAAACEg/bFbouHYv5bs/s400/tumblr_kpz7c8DF6W1qz8s3ho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Ela suspira na intensidade absurda daquele sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que de tão grande, extravasa pelos poros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sonha com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Acorda com seu nome reverberando,&lt;br /&gt;como um mantra onde se [re]descobre a paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer que ele entenda que é dele.&lt;br /&gt;Inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Não existe mais como encontrar o momento&lt;br /&gt;onde começa ela ou que termina ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer estar com ele todos os momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Os possiveis e os impossiveis.&lt;br /&gt;Quer viver sem medo, sem pensar no amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele gosta de ser Dela.&lt;br /&gt;E Ela, não tem dúvida nenhuma que ama ser Dele...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-5551415546455323621?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/5551415546455323621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=5551415546455323621&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5551415546455323621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5551415546455323621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/09/ela-suspira-na-intensidade-absurda.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TIAh_qFdEqI/AAAAAAAACEg/bFbouHYv5bs/s72-c/tumblr_kpz7c8DF6W1qz8s3ho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8561300216833789675</id><published>2010-08-18T21:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:31:59.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TGyJKeA6DbI/AAAAAAAACEY/I1dajqoCDlg/s1600/mabor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506927257315839410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TGyJKeA6DbI/AAAAAAAACEY/I1dajqoCDlg/s400/mabor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'Deito encolhida&lt;br /&gt;Querendo me proteger como se estivesse&lt;br /&gt;em um casulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metamorfoseio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que depois de um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Vou desabrochar borboleta?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-8561300216833789675?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8561300216833789675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8561300216833789675&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8561300216833789675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8561300216833789675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/08/deito-encolhida-querendo-me-proteger.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TGyJKeA6DbI/AAAAAAAACEY/I1dajqoCDlg/s72-c/mabor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6764331989122334752</id><published>2010-08-05T01:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:33:59.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TFpM9wX-oDI/AAAAAAAACEI/gyb-lAfHGFg/s1600/tumblr_kyuzgqOkWo1qzeygeo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501794518627688498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TFpM9wX-oDI/AAAAAAAACEI/gyb-lAfHGFg/s400/tumblr_kyuzgqOkWo1qzeygeo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;'Felicidade gostosa esta&lt;br /&gt;Que vaza pelos dedos&lt;br /&gt;e se transforma em palavras...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-6764331989122334752?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6764331989122334752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6764331989122334752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6764331989122334752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6764331989122334752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/08/felicidade-gostosa-esta-que-vaza-pelos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TFpM9wX-oDI/AAAAAAAACEI/gyb-lAfHGFg/s72-c/tumblr_kyuzgqOkWo1qzeygeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8879778344166796506</id><published>2010-07-24T00:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:56:28.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TEpwaZrwkKI/AAAAAAAACEA/SSVbE3ZA7o8/s1600/rede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497329894032445602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TEpwaZrwkKI/AAAAAAAACEA/SSVbE3ZA7o8/s400/rede.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;'Quando a tristeza quer tomar conta,&lt;br /&gt;Deito a cabeça no teu peito&lt;br /&gt;E ouço o coração dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Amo-Você!&lt;br /&gt;Amo-Você!&lt;br /&gt;Amo-Você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso se abre lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Na certeza que sou muito amada!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-8879778344166796506?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8879778344166796506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8879778344166796506&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8879778344166796506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8879778344166796506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-tristeza-quer-tomar-conta-deito.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TEpwaZrwkKI/AAAAAAAACEA/SSVbE3ZA7o8/s72-c/rede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-1465427216872269064</id><published>2010-07-13T16:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:57:27.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TDzS5mHgadI/AAAAAAAACD4/ut0d-TAD68c/s1600/cute,car,couple,driving,laugh,fun-2b04938b7d211f102d226d076c0fc2de_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493497532411570642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TDzS5mHgadI/AAAAAAAACD4/ut0d-TAD68c/s400/cute,car,couple,driving,laugh,fun-2b04938b7d211f102d226d076c0fc2de_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Não importam os acontecimentos,&lt;br /&gt;os caminhos, os desencontros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importam as curvas, os desvios,&lt;br /&gt;a direção que suas vidas tomem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ela,&lt;br /&gt;sempre vai existir a lembrança do sorriso...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-1465427216872269064?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/1465427216872269064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=1465427216872269064&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1465427216872269064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1465427216872269064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-importam-os-acontecimentos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TDzS5mHgadI/AAAAAAAACD4/ut0d-TAD68c/s72-c/cute,car,couple,driving,laugh,fun-2b04938b7d211f102d226d076c0fc2de_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-4275348865027009436</id><published>2010-07-08T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:34:04.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TDZSMsX6VeI/AAAAAAAACDA/ZloDYsXraeE/s1600/GIQVPs6jLgI8oQVPCht5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491667173648258530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TDZSMsX6VeI/AAAAAAAACDA/ZloDYsXraeE/s400/GIQVPs6jLgI8oQVPCht5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Depois de várias doses de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Embriago-me na lembrança do seu gosto...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-4275348865027009436?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/4275348865027009436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=4275348865027009436&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4275348865027009436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4275348865027009436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/07/depois-de-varias-doses-de-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TDZSMsX6VeI/AAAAAAAACDA/ZloDYsXraeE/s72-c/GIQVPs6jLgI8oQVPCht5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-603189776669191819</id><published>2010-07-02T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:15:18.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489404921504365074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TC5IsSaMehI/AAAAAAAACC4/zNHeAIx7RYA/s400/casal_12%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tuas palavras me tocam como lava ardente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incendiando cada pedaço do meu corpo...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-603189776669191819?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/603189776669191819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=603189776669191819&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/603189776669191819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/603189776669191819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/07/tuas-palavras-me-tocam-como-lava.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TC5IsSaMehI/AAAAAAAACC4/zNHeAIx7RYA/s72-c/casal_12%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-515267502121311682</id><published>2010-06-25T12:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:39:56.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TCTZ89zckWI/AAAAAAAACCY/p2H3AmCzHXc/s1600/encaixe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486749887449829730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TCTZ89zckWI/AAAAAAAACCY/p2H3AmCzHXc/s400/encaixe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;'Ela abraça o travesseiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;fechando os olhos com um suspiro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;daqueles que vem da alma.&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento começa a percorrer os quilometros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;que a separa daquele que faz seu coração palpitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;feliz, acelerado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da distancia ela o sente tão perto, tão junto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respira fundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;como se pudesse sentir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;o cheiro de amor que impregna o ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente os lábios esboçam um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ela vai adormecendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;com a certeza que chegou em casa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que naqueles braços encontrou o seu lugar...! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-515267502121311682?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/515267502121311682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=515267502121311682&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/515267502121311682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/515267502121311682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/06/ela-abraca-o-travesseiro-fechando-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TCTZ89zckWI/AAAAAAAACCY/p2H3AmCzHXc/s72-c/encaixe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2427355477171986240</id><published>2010-06-20T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:12:28.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TB6tiNwzyGI/AAAAAAAACCQ/LrngSFA6jPU/s1600/nature,beautiful,black,and,white,flower,daily,life-17bc28de17e1e1147039c24611c91af9_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485012199505381474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TB6tiNwzyGI/AAAAAAAACCQ/LrngSFA6jPU/s400/nature,beautiful,black,and,white,flower,daily,life-17bc28de17e1e1147039c24611c91af9_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;'As vezes, precisamos de lente de aumento,&lt;br /&gt;Para ver a beleza contida&lt;br /&gt;nos pequenos-grandes detalhes...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-2427355477171986240?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2427355477171986240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2427355477171986240&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2427355477171986240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2427355477171986240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-vezes-precisamos-de-lente-de-aumento.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TB6tiNwzyGI/AAAAAAAACCQ/LrngSFA6jPU/s72-c/nature,beautiful,black,and,white,flower,daily,life-17bc28de17e1e1147039c24611c91af9_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-3211474486723135752</id><published>2010-06-13T02:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T02:39:10.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TBR6s4Xad0I/AAAAAAAACBw/Vwh3kE_C3uU/s1600/tumblr_kse9dtplvF1qa1uj5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482141557880158018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TBR6s4Xad0I/AAAAAAAACBw/Vwh3kE_C3uU/s400/tumblr_kse9dtplvF1qa1uj5o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'...E aquele aconchego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Podia mudar o rumo da vida!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-3211474486723135752?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/3211474486723135752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=3211474486723135752&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3211474486723135752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3211474486723135752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-aquele-aconchego-podia-mudar-o-rumo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TBR6s4Xad0I/AAAAAAAACBw/Vwh3kE_C3uU/s72-c/tumblr_kse9dtplvF1qa1uj5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8098068068420007229</id><published>2010-06-05T03:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T03:08:33.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TAn3s8qWioI/AAAAAAAACA4/G-XnB4IbCrs/s1600/The_Sun_will_drown_her_by_mundaex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479182773242989186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TAn3s8qWioI/AAAAAAAACA4/G-XnB4IbCrs/s400/The_Sun_will_drown_her_by_mundaex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ela respirou fundo&lt;br /&gt;E tomou a decisão que tanto protelara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhou bem ao redor.&lt;br /&gt;Absorvou cada gole daquilo tudo que fazia tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Mas de uma forma maluca, também trazia dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E seguiu.&lt;br /&gt;Levando na bagagem momentos partilhados,&lt;br /&gt;sonhos não realizados&lt;br /&gt;e uma vastidão de sentimentos inexplicáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com lagrimas nos olhos e sorriso nos lábios pensava:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viver ainda é a mais gostosa das incertezas!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-8098068068420007229?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8098068068420007229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8098068068420007229&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8098068068420007229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8098068068420007229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/06/ela-respirou-fundo-e-tomou-decisao-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TAn3s8qWioI/AAAAAAAACA4/G-XnB4IbCrs/s72-c/The_Sun_will_drown_her_by_mundaex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2067638315009605559</id><published>2010-06-03T01:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:54:02.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TAdBJLZbLeI/AAAAAAAACAQ/P2H_OJCkVdU/s1600/cute,car,couple,driving,laugh,fun-2b04938b7d211f102d226d076c0fc2de_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478419097653554658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TAdBJLZbLeI/AAAAAAAACAQ/P2H_OJCkVdU/s400/cute,car,couple,driving,laugh,fun-2b04938b7d211f102d226d076c0fc2de_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Então ele chega&lt;br /&gt;Com um jeito só dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranca sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Devolve poesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muda, totalmente, a cor do dia...!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-2067638315009605559?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2067638315009605559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2067638315009605559&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2067638315009605559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2067638315009605559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/06/entao-ele-chega-com-um-jeito-so-dele.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TAdBJLZbLeI/AAAAAAAACAQ/P2H_OJCkVdU/s72-c/cute,car,couple,driving,laugh,fun-2b04938b7d211f102d226d076c0fc2de_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2572263624282761892</id><published>2010-05-31T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:17:59.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TAPSOl7Rf8I/AAAAAAAACAI/Erwcbu-LWmc/s1600/DANAND~1.JPE"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477452719953379266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TAPSOl7Rf8I/AAAAAAAACAI/Erwcbu-LWmc/s400/DANAND~1.JPE" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Ela rodopia, dança, vibra&lt;br /&gt;Nas notas de uma canção secreta&lt;br /&gt;Que só ela escuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sonha, sorri, ama&lt;br /&gt;Com a gana de uma felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que só ela sente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo todo é contagiado&lt;br /&gt;Com a intensidade absurda&lt;br /&gt;Dos sentimentos que brotam&lt;br /&gt;Daquele coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...E que como é gostoso sentir&lt;br /&gt;os sentimentos se espalhando no ar...!&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-2572263624282761892?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2572263624282761892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2572263624282761892&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2572263624282761892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2572263624282761892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/05/ela-rodopia-danca-vibra-nas-notas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TAPSOl7Rf8I/AAAAAAAACAI/Erwcbu-LWmc/s72-c/DANAND~1.JPE' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-180956388089146580</id><published>2010-05-22T18:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:04:43.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474218157444967154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S_hUaRmAKvI/AAAAAAAAB_4/SGC7NtH75lQ/s400/NpWP35ZRaozlxqt78FtDo8xEo1_500%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Entre arco-íris de esperança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e bolhas de emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O dia se torna tão bom de ser vivido&lt;/em&gt;...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-180956388089146580?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/180956388089146580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=180956388089146580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/180956388089146580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/180956388089146580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/05/entre-arco-iris-de-esperanca-e-bolhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S_hUaRmAKvI/AAAAAAAAB_4/SGC7NtH75lQ/s72-c/NpWP35ZRaozlxqt78FtDo8xEo1_500%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-3625497221160300652</id><published>2010-05-21T09:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:13:52.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S_aGnIG7fOI/AAAAAAAAB_o/IPH6B9NAWvc/s1600/vida-fluir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473710403864984802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S_aGnIG7fOI/AAAAAAAAB_o/IPH6B9NAWvc/s400/vida-fluir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O mundo pesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes,&lt;br /&gt;viver pode ser tão solitário...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-3625497221160300652?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/3625497221160300652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=3625497221160300652&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3625497221160300652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3625497221160300652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-mundo-pesa.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S_aGnIG7fOI/AAAAAAAAB_o/IPH6B9NAWvc/s72-c/vida-fluir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-1459765590132974721</id><published>2010-05-14T02:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T02:07:01.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S-zn9wvOLVI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/LHTKPWZhe1A/s1600/49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471002695589309778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S-zn9wvOLVI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/LHTKPWZhe1A/s400/49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;'Quando as coisas se tornam difíceis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom descansar das agruras da vida...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-1459765590132974721?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/1459765590132974721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=1459765590132974721&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1459765590132974721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1459765590132974721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/05/quando-as-coisas-se-tornam-dificeis-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S-zn9wvOLVI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/LHTKPWZhe1A/s72-c/49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2039241945294984969</id><published>2010-05-09T03:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T04:01:16.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S-ZrhS32o0I/AAAAAAAAB_I/0Emgo0jhLYo/s1600/ear,finger,hair,hand,shoulder,hands-0d293a5701698acec73f7d1f418c2d8e_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469177017234006850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S-ZrhS32o0I/AAAAAAAAB_I/0Emgo0jhLYo/s400/ear,finger,hair,hand,shoulder,hands-0d293a5701698acec73f7d1f418c2d8e_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mesmo depois de todo este tempo, a tristeza ainda faz morada. Sua ausência dói de uma forma impossível de descrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de vários momentos em que passamos juntas.&lt;br /&gt;Risos, lágrimas, broncas, aprovações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo a primeira lembrança, aos dois anos de idade, quando voltou daquela viagem e quis me abraçar, mas a dor da saudade foi tão forte que tentei me manter longe de seus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O último sorriso aberto, mesmo enquanto a doença lhe corroía por dentro. A vontade de mostrar ao mundo que era mais forte que a dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anos e anos, sentindo o abraço, o carinho no rosto, a forma carinhosa de me dizer o quanto me amava. Tudo me lembra você. Tudo ainda é saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias se arrastam lentamente. Ainda me pego tentando ligar pra você, querendo te contar sobre meu dia, sobre minhas alegrias e tristezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tento aprender a viver sem sua presença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for falar a verdade, sou obrigada a dizer que acho que nunca irei conseguir, mas sei que você me diria pra ser forte, pra não me deixar abater e confiar que ainda nos reencontraremos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas dói demais.&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns dias consigo amortecer a dor, ela até parece diminuir... Para, logo em seguida, notar que tudo ainda mora aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me sinto a criança implorando um afago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, a saudade será eterna...&lt;br /&gt;...Te levo comigo enquanto viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-2039241945294984969?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2039241945294984969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2039241945294984969&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2039241945294984969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2039241945294984969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/05/mesmo-depois-de-todo-este-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S-ZrhS32o0I/AAAAAAAAB_I/0Emgo0jhLYo/s72-c/ear,finger,hair,hand,shoulder,hands-0d293a5701698acec73f7d1f418c2d8e_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8649921153159194145</id><published>2010-05-02T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:27:25.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S93D6pMWZ5I/AAAAAAAAB_A/oSpmXbL5Z3M/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466740934955132818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S93D6pMWZ5I/AAAAAAAAB_A/oSpmXbL5Z3M/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Quando a alegria toma conta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo se transforma em sorrisos...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-8649921153159194145?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8649921153159194145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8649921153159194145&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8649921153159194145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8649921153159194145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/05/quando-alegria-toma-conta-o-corpo-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S93D6pMWZ5I/AAAAAAAAB_A/oSpmXbL5Z3M/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-5270130162571406061</id><published>2010-04-28T01:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T01:04:44.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S9fBYqOdQHI/AAAAAAAAB-4/hfrN5EUS2Yc/s1600/florir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465049302233333874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S9fBYqOdQHI/AAAAAAAAB-4/hfrN5EUS2Yc/s400/florir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'Na impossibilidade dos dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração encontra novas formas pra te abraçar...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/1527799964507440212-5270130162571406061?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/5270130162571406061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=5270130162571406061&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5270130162571406061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5270130162571406061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/04/na-impossibilidade-da-distancia-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S9fBYqOdQHI/AAAAAAAAB-4/hfrN5EUS2Yc/s72-c/florir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6360694392538275379</id><published>2010-04-23T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:40:40.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S9Hzk626WNI/AAAAAAAAB-o/E-zknHgBzH4/s1600/casssss__.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463415638577535186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S9Hzk626WNI/AAAAAAAAB-o/E-zknHgBzH4/s400/casssss__.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;'Era tanto sentimento que foi impossível arquivar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras jorravam desordenadas&lt;br /&gt;através dos dedos e dos lábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ela pensava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ah! Um abraço poderia conter a vazão dessa saudade!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1527799964507440212-6360694392538275379?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6360694392538275379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6360694392538275379&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6360694392538275379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6360694392538275379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/04/era-tanto-sentimento-que-foi-impossivel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S9Hzk626WNI/AAAAAAAAB-o/E-zknHgBzH4/s72-c/casssss__.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-9102270086886082571</id><published>2010-04-20T01:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T02:03:03.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S81C6_K5dQI/AAAAAAAAB-g/a5veJMQ8CJg/s1600/animal_41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462095504227267842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S81C6_K5dQI/AAAAAAAAB-g/a5veJMQ8CJg/s400/animal_41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'E ela seguia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...de mãos dadas com a solidão!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-9102270086886082571?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/9102270086886082571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=9102270086886082571&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/9102270086886082571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/9102270086886082571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-ela-seguia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S81C6_K5dQI/AAAAAAAAB-g/a5veJMQ8CJg/s72-c/animal_41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-5481706887223701041</id><published>2010-04-18T12:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:43:58.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461518657779312818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S8s2SGsaqLI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/x_hs-iAm1tg/s400/pacAAnci.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Fui por ai...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;um dia, um mês, um ano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto tempo demora para estancar um coração que chora de saudade...?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-5481706887223701041?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/5481706887223701041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=5481706887223701041&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5481706887223701041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5481706887223701041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/04/fui-por-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S8s2SGsaqLI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/x_hs-iAm1tg/s72-c/pacAAnci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-9184607307807503424</id><published>2010-04-10T18:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:39:03.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S8D9NSzT4sI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/IrPM9VZGlR8/s1600/3dart01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458641153200218818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S8D9NSzT4sI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/IrPM9VZGlR8/s400/3dart01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o impossível parece tão perfeito...! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-9184607307807503424?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/9184607307807503424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=9184607307807503424&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/9184607307807503424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/9184607307807503424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S8D9NSzT4sI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/IrPM9VZGlR8/s72-c/3dart01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6863342853201899471</id><published>2010-04-07T12:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:29:04.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S7yyboMVGAI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Kuk66xFoVzs/s1600/tumblr_kso2sqWk0E1qzrvo0o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457433036181542914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S7yyboMVGAI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Kuk66xFoVzs/s400/tumblr_kso2sqWk0E1qzrvo0o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'...E existem aquelas pequenas-grandes coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tem o poder de mudar a cara do dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E plantar um sorrisão de felicidade...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-6863342853201899471?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6863342853201899471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6863342853201899471&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6863342853201899471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6863342853201899471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S7yyboMVGAI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Kuk66xFoVzs/s72-c/tumblr_kso2sqWk0E1qzrvo0o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6527763176002831067</id><published>2010-04-05T13:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:28:03.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S7obtj-n7pI/AAAAAAAAB9w/hR_x3m1wBUg/s1600/Mr__Multicultural_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456704368078745234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S7obtj-n7pI/AAAAAAAAB9w/hR_x3m1wBUg/s400/Mr__Multicultural_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Os sentimentos que escorriam pelos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Formavam um rio de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que evaporava se transformando em lindas bolhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bolhas coloridas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...de tanta esperança!&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/1527799964507440212-6527763176002831067?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6527763176002831067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6527763176002831067&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6527763176002831067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6527763176002831067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/04/os-sentimentos-que-escorriam-pelos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S7obtj-n7pI/AAAAAAAAB9w/hR_x3m1wBUg/s72-c/Mr__Multicultural_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-7856611904427619534</id><published>2010-03-31T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:18:47.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454662825129581570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S7La8H1gnAI/AAAAAAAAB9g/rOpbXFjufFs/s400/photography,sensual,sexy,girl,portrait-ed370db8a3dfe7d91ecf7169a0128e1d_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Ela sentia uma dor-felicidade diferente,&lt;br /&gt;estranha, sorrateira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Que tomava todo o peito e inundava a alma...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-7856611904427619534?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/7856611904427619534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=7856611904427619534&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7856611904427619534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7856611904427619534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/03/ela-sentia-uma-dor-felicidade-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S7La8H1gnAI/AAAAAAAAB9g/rOpbXFjufFs/s72-c/photography,sensual,sexy,girl,portrait-ed370db8a3dfe7d91ecf7169a0128e1d_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-3338256359278555513</id><published>2010-03-18T02:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:48:33.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S6HLFCGCwTI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/eoU87zSWICY/s1600-h/back,deviant,nature,photography,road,scarabuss-53e6598769e5cbe5095e7bb5e0c75196_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449860311417012530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S6HLFCGCwTI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/eoU87zSWICY/s400/back,deviant,nature,photography,road,scarabuss-53e6598769e5cbe5095e7bb5e0c75196_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ela foi remexendo o passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;como se olhasse fotos antigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegava com cuidado cada lembrança&lt;br /&gt;e ia decidindo se as arquivava ou deletava sumariamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em certos momentos sorria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;frente uma lembrança agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para em seguida, enxugar as lágrimas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;que escorriam livremente,&lt;br /&gt;quando se deparava com uma recordação dolorida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final de balanço.&lt;br /&gt;Novas decisões.&lt;br /&gt;Começos e recomeços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela se levanta, ainda tropega - emoção a flor da pele.&lt;br /&gt;Olha pro céu como se pedisse forças pra cumprir as novas resoluções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecha os olhos por um momento.&lt;br /&gt;Sente o vento morno que balança seus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;e consegue até mesmo ouvi-lo sussurar baixinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prossiga, dona Moça! Coragem para vencer os desafios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sorri suavemente.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que se abasteceu com a energia necessária &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;para seguir em frente...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-3338256359278555513?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/3338256359278555513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=3338256359278555513&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3338256359278555513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3338256359278555513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/03/ela-foi-remexendo-o-passado-como-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S6HLFCGCwTI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/eoU87zSWICY/s72-c/back,deviant,nature,photography,road,scarabuss-53e6598769e5cbe5095e7bb5e0c75196_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6268848804785327436</id><published>2010-03-14T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:09:19.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S5xvTd3vQQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/I_UjoFk8keo/s1600-h/aa38851eb892de663ab3213e877f97ef_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448352029438066946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S5xvTd3vQQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/I_UjoFk8keo/s400/aa38851eb892de663ab3213e877f97ef_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;'Posso ter o mundo perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...É só pintar a paisagem dos meus sonhos!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-6268848804785327436?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6268848804785327436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6268848804785327436&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6268848804785327436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6268848804785327436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/03/posso-ter-o-mundo-perfeito.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S5xvTd3vQQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/I_UjoFk8keo/s72-c/aa38851eb892de663ab3213e877f97ef_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-4224264613308626907</id><published>2010-03-10T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:06:15.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S5ftbm_hZ5I/AAAAAAAAB9A/IWhDXleExgk/s1600-h/22abril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447083332907132818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S5ftbm_hZ5I/AAAAAAAAB9A/IWhDXleExgk/s400/22abril.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Existe beleza nos sentimentos embutidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas só quando arrebentam a casca protetora&lt;br /&gt;é que passamos a sentir a fragrancia que nos impulsiona a vida...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-4224264613308626907?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/4224264613308626907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=4224264613308626907&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4224264613308626907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4224264613308626907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/03/existe-beleza-nos-sentimentos-embutidos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S5ftbm_hZ5I/AAAAAAAAB9A/IWhDXleExgk/s72-c/22abril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6074852900263397152</id><published>2010-03-05T01:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:27:51.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S5CV1Voh_7I/AAAAAAAAB84/_tswZi3fX5Q/s1600-h/black,,,white,tattoos,b,w,music,women,chica-81b8e41091fd38638a50980e66e33147_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445016693063679922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S5CV1Voh_7I/AAAAAAAAB84/_tswZi3fX5Q/s400/black,,,white,tattoos,b,w,music,women,chica-81b8e41091fd38638a50980e66e33147_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;'Sou música complexa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida se alterna em preludios e improvisos&lt;br /&gt;Mantendo um ritmo único e inovador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando um compasso parece perder o ritmo,&lt;br /&gt;Entra um novo, alternativo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a melodia volta a ecoar...&lt;br /&gt;...em notas de singela harmonia!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1527799964507440212-6074852900263397152?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6074852900263397152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6074852900263397152&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6074852900263397152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6074852900263397152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/03/sou-musica-complexa.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S5CV1Voh_7I/AAAAAAAAB84/_tswZi3fX5Q/s72-c/black,,,white,tattoos,b,w,music,women,chica-81b8e41091fd38638a50980e66e33147_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-1075016831868538113</id><published>2010-02-26T01:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:13:10.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S4dX_skDEAI/AAAAAAAAB8g/8vWSfZG8OuY/s1600-h/amoramoramoramora.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442415426506264578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S4dX_skDEAI/AAAAAAAAB8g/8vWSfZG8OuY/s400/amoramoramoramora.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;'Tudo estava tão estranho.&lt;br /&gt;O ar parado.&lt;br /&gt;Ela se sentia solitaria dentro da redoma que criara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, vê um pequeno buraco que se forma naquela armadura.&lt;br /&gt;O rasgo aumenta gradativamente&lt;br /&gt;e em breve já pode divisar uma forma humana que força a passagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela se encolhe, com medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa chega, senta perto sem toca-la.&lt;br /&gt;Fica ali, em total silencio, só oferecendo um afago no olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo as palavras jorram desordenadas e não há mais defesas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela sabe que encontrou um amigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...E como isso faz bem!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-1075016831868538113?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/1075016831868538113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=1075016831868538113&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1075016831868538113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1075016831868538113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/02/tudo-estava-tao-estranho.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S4dX_skDEAI/AAAAAAAAB8g/8vWSfZG8OuY/s72-c/amoramoramoramora.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8037493834858239356</id><published>2010-02-23T22:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:03:51.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S4SWjLtX9JI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Z7qnTjwXB60/s1600-h/Alice_by_Sugarock99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441639780953093266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S4SWjLtX9JI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Z7qnTjwXB60/s400/Alice_by_Sugarock99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No céu dos seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela salta rumo a felicidade...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1527799964507440212-8037493834858239356?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8037493834858239356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8037493834858239356&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8037493834858239356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8037493834858239356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-ceu-dos-seus-sonhos-ela-salta-rumo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S4SWjLtX9JI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Z7qnTjwXB60/s72-c/Alice_by_Sugarock99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-4716347040525641980</id><published>2010-02-20T18:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:15:31.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S4BQGILNIFI/AAAAAAAAB8E/pr3ECBoGKPI/s1600-h/dc3ef54992d34064bbaf22a23b621779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440436416067477586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S4BQGILNIFI/AAAAAAAAB8E/pr3ECBoGKPI/s400/dc3ef54992d34064bbaf22a23b621779.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A vida segue em velocidade espantosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Abro bem os olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tenho certeza que paisagens lindas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ainda estão por vir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1527799964507440212-4716347040525641980?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/4716347040525641980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=4716347040525641980&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4716347040525641980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4716347040525641980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/02/vida-segue-em-velocidade-espantosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S4BQGILNIFI/AAAAAAAAB8E/pr3ECBoGKPI/s72-c/dc3ef54992d34064bbaf22a23b621779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-3161715439640976597</id><published>2010-02-13T01:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:46:47.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S3YuBKujdVI/AAAAAAAAB78/SLW6dq84Va4/s1600-h/___Sun_and_Rain____by_TalviEnkeli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437584197690815826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S3YuBKujdVI/AAAAAAAAB78/SLW6dq84Va4/s400/___Sun_and_Rain____by_TalviEnkeli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;'Em dia de tempestade-interna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanto, abro as cortinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo que o sol entre aquecendo tudo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levando embora cada resquício&lt;br /&gt;das lágrimas misturadas com a chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim a tranquilidade volta a reinar...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-3161715439640976597?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/3161715439640976597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=3161715439640976597&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3161715439640976597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3161715439640976597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/02/em-dia-de-tempestade-interna-levanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S3YuBKujdVI/AAAAAAAAB78/SLW6dq84Va4/s72-c/___Sun_and_Rain____by_TalviEnkeli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-405213411057654507</id><published>2010-02-09T23:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:12:47.618-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S3IVskytOWI/AAAAAAAAB70/Q4VdXSkM66A/s1600-h/5222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436431555724392802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S3IVskytOWI/AAAAAAAAB70/Q4VdXSkM66A/s400/5222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Tudo estava tão vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até as folhas se recusavam a balançar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e refrescar o ambiente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol se escondia atrás das nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;Um silencio inquietante se fazia ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Como o mundo é triste sem tua presença...!&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-405213411057654507?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/405213411057654507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=405213411057654507&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/405213411057654507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/405213411057654507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/02/tudo-estava-tao-vazio.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S3IVskytOWI/AAAAAAAAB70/Q4VdXSkM66A/s72-c/5222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-4986881479589130694</id><published>2010-02-06T23:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:47:05.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S24pXnYfU1I/AAAAAAAAB7c/sSR_AJWt_nU/s1600-h/muah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435327285968196434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S24pXnYfU1I/AAAAAAAAB7c/sSR_AJWt_nU/s400/muah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Ela não se contentava com a vida monocromática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintava seus dias com todas as cores que encontrava&lt;br /&gt;E seguia em frente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;transformando as tempestades em arco-íris...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/1527799964507440212-4986881479589130694?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/4986881479589130694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=4986881479589130694&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4986881479589130694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4986881479589130694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/02/ela-nao-se-contentava-com-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S24pXnYfU1I/AAAAAAAAB7c/sSR_AJWt_nU/s72-c/muah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-9016872738967606951</id><published>2010-01-30T17:59:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:06:02.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S2Sd36QTO1I/AAAAAAAAB7M/2mpJZj5p_vc/s1600-h/55555555555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432640634371652434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S2Sd36QTO1I/AAAAAAAAB7M/2mpJZj5p_vc/s400/55555555555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Penduro no varal esperanças renovadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o ano vem trazendo tantas cores...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-9016872738967606951?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/9016872738967606951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=9016872738967606951&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/9016872738967606951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/9016872738967606951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/01/penduro-no-varal-esperancas-renovadas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S2Sd36QTO1I/AAAAAAAAB7M/2mpJZj5p_vc/s72-c/55555555555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-972304814808946115</id><published>2010-01-29T01:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:34:23.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S2JlICsJTkI/AAAAAAAAB68/LW_CkxM6I-o/s1600-h/womandez014_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432015289397628482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S2JlICsJTkI/AAAAAAAAB68/LW_CkxM6I-o/s400/womandez014_L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Quando o coração sangra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor se esvai através das lágrimas...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-972304814808946115?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/972304814808946115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=972304814808946115&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/972304814808946115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/972304814808946115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/01/quando-o-coracao-sangra-dor-se-esvai.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S2JlICsJTkI/AAAAAAAAB68/LW_CkxM6I-o/s72-c/womandez014_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-3483411929572032890</id><published>2010-01-25T12:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:08:04.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430693802050826338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S12zPWsnsGI/AAAAAAAAB60/dh51VNHWIyw/s400/20090301222304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'Na alegria dos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As ideias são coloridas...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ni...&lt;/span&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/1527799964507440212-3483411929572032890?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/3483411929572032890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=3483411929572032890&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3483411929572032890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/3483411929572032890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/01/na-alegria-dos-dias-as-ideias-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S12zPWsnsGI/AAAAAAAAB60/dh51VNHWIyw/s72-c/20090301222304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-135648409577079035</id><published>2010-01-22T21:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:28:42.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S1pCFgeJqWI/AAAAAAAAB6s/WLNB6YARfSo/s1600-h/Meninos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429724963131730274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S1pCFgeJqWI/AAAAAAAAB6s/WLNB6YARfSo/s400/Meninos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;'Amizade é se reconhecer no outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Apesar de todas as diferenças!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-135648409577079035?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/135648409577079035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=135648409577079035&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/135648409577079035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/135648409577079035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/01/amizade-e-se-reconhecer-no-outro.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/S1pCFgeJqWI/AAAAAAAAB6s/WLNB6YARfSo/s72-c/Meninos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2656927367347045281</id><published>2010-01-02T15:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:31:06.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sz-QVj730rI/AAAAAAAAB6c/HeExTd9JCWQ/s1600-h/werts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422211176475382450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sz-QVj730rI/AAAAAAAAB6c/HeExTd9JCWQ/s400/werts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Quando secam os sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras deixam de existir...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-2656927367347045281?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2656927367347045281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2656927367347045281&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2656927367347045281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2656927367347045281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2010/01/quando-secam-os-sentimentos-as-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sz-QVj730rI/AAAAAAAAB6c/HeExTd9JCWQ/s72-c/werts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-5531217548581434894</id><published>2009-12-31T17:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:28:52.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sz0HGHVmAKI/AAAAAAAAB6M/-OA0-6szzpg/s1600-h/dsc_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421497328054173858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sz0HGHVmAKI/AAAAAAAAB6M/-OA0-6szzpg/s400/dsc_0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;DESEJOS PARA O NOVO ANO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cores ainda mais intensas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amor que transborde do coração e escorra pelos poros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;[Re]encontros inesperados que aqueçam o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Todo o tempo do mundo para estar ao teu lado...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PS: Obrigada a todos vocês que acompanham meus rastros.&lt;br /&gt;Recebam meu carinho viajando daqui - praí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS2: FELIZ ANO NOVO!&lt;/span&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/1527799964507440212-5531217548581434894?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/5531217548581434894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=5531217548581434894&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5531217548581434894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5531217548581434894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/12/desejos-para-o-novo-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sz0HGHVmAKI/AAAAAAAAB6M/-OA0-6szzpg/s72-c/dsc_0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8218810915143293035</id><published>2009-12-27T19:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:10:32.822-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SzfaK0S6U8I/AAAAAAAAB6E/e-q1YBjyFq0/s1600-h/p.txt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420040555935192002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SzfaK0S6U8I/AAAAAAAAB6E/e-q1YBjyFq0/s400/p.txt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;'E sigo enfeitando o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meio aos cascalhos de problemas&lt;br /&gt;Surgem belas margaridas de felicidade...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-8218810915143293035?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8218810915143293035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8218810915143293035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8218810915143293035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8218810915143293035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-sigo-enfeitando-o-caminho.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SzfaK0S6U8I/AAAAAAAAB6E/e-q1YBjyFq0/s72-c/p.txt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6345654490574502923</id><published>2009-12-16T15:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:27:03.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SykrxOnFg2I/AAAAAAAAB5E/xywrr8qDnf0/s1600-h/Tranquility_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415908151625352034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SykrxOnFg2I/AAAAAAAAB5E/xywrr8qDnf0/s400/Tranquility_by_larafairie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Ela sonhava com perfumes que não evaporam,&lt;br /&gt;Com flores que não murcham,&lt;br /&gt;Com amor que não se acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajava em um mundo cheio de sons, cores e poesias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era tão belo que ela escolheu não voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudou para dentro de seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E se abrigou nos braços da fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim - pensou ela,&lt;br /&gt;Dormirei todos os dias no teu abraço...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-6345654490574502923?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6345654490574502923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6345654490574502923&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6345654490574502923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6345654490574502923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/12/ela-sonhava-com-perfumes-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SykrxOnFg2I/AAAAAAAAB5E/xywrr8qDnf0/s72-c/Tranquility_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-1032386376774346012</id><published>2009-12-12T17:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:27:34.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SyQGcHPtUiI/AAAAAAAAB48/QlffieJx01M/s1600-h/36877697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414459732057215522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SyQGcHPtUiI/AAAAAAAAB48/QlffieJx01M/s400/36877697.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;'No momento em que decidi fazê-lo feliz&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei as cores do arco-íris brillhando em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza foi ofuscada pela beleza deste amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;puro e completo&lt;br /&gt;Que transforma meus dias em cores&lt;br /&gt;E embala minhas noites em músicas que falam de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara metade, alma gemea...&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum destes nomes encaixam,&lt;br /&gt;Porque conosco tudo é deliciosamente atípico e maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com você a vida faz sentido...&lt;br /&gt;TODO sentido...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-1032386376774346012?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/1032386376774346012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=1032386376774346012&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1032386376774346012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/1032386376774346012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-momento-que-decide-te-fazer-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SyQGcHPtUiI/AAAAAAAAB48/QlffieJx01M/s72-c/36877697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-4862356300265351523</id><published>2009-12-11T13:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:34:45.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SyJxnpoPzXI/AAAAAAAAB40/xROsFkV2nuY/s1600-h/AXR001276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414014628056255858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SyJxnpoPzXI/AAAAAAAAB40/xROsFkV2nuY/s400/AXR001276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Minha vida é embalada por ritmos musicais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em dias tristes me abrigo na melancolia do blues,&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o coração se aquecer em meio a sua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;batida baixa e tranquilizadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia a dia, o improviso é essencial.&lt;br /&gt;Então chega o Jazz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;com seus movimentos inesperados e intensos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando você chega&lt;br /&gt;O coração passa a vibrar nas notas sensuais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;de um belo e vigoroso tango&lt;br /&gt;Transformando cada momento triste em dança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A nossa dança de amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-4862356300265351523?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/4862356300265351523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=4862356300265351523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4862356300265351523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4862356300265351523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/12/minha-vida-e-embalada-por-musicas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SyJxnpoPzXI/AAAAAAAAB40/xROsFkV2nuY/s72-c/AXR001276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-654899634751313964</id><published>2009-12-07T00:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:24:59.412-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sxx1Ss8BhEI/AAAAAAAAB4s/i1FeY0MRkno/s1600-h/fall,pretty,dirt,photography,suitcase,treasure,forest-7b1969e3ad4f5edb64ad2bad5a7c8e2d_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412329816353506370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sxx1Ss8BhEI/AAAAAAAAB4s/i1FeY0MRkno/s400/fall,pretty,dirt,photography,suitcase,treasure,forest-7b1969e3ad4f5edb64ad2bad5a7c8e2d_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Carrego uma mala recheada de sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem momentos que ela parece pesada demais.&lt;br /&gt;E penso em abandona-la em plena viagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, no momento seguinte, um sonho acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O peso diminue e posso prosseguir a jornada&lt;br /&gt;Levando minha bagagem de sonhos novinhos...&lt;br /&gt;Prontos a se realizarem...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-654899634751313964?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/654899634751313964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=654899634751313964&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/654899634751313964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/654899634751313964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/12/carrego-uma-mala-recheada-de-sonhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sxx1Ss8BhEI/AAAAAAAAB4s/i1FeY0MRkno/s72-c/fall,pretty,dirt,photography,suitcase,treasure,forest-7b1969e3ad4f5edb64ad2bad5a7c8e2d_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6344688693810913356</id><published>2009-12-03T16:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:56:28.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SxgWiF_2yZI/AAAAAAAAB4U/Uy4DV4z4VKQ/s1600-h/963184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SxgWiF_2yZI/AAAAAAAAB4U/Uy4DV4z4VKQ/s400/963184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411099727267023250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sinto me afundar na dor suja da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso que venha a chuva,&lt;br /&gt;que leva as tristezas&lt;br /&gt;E faz [re]nascer a esperança...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-6344688693810913356?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6344688693810913356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6344688693810913356&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6344688693810913356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6344688693810913356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/12/sinto-me-afundar-na-dor-suja-da-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SxgWiF_2yZI/AAAAAAAAB4U/Uy4DV4z4VKQ/s72-c/963184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2226094038365142696</id><published>2009-12-02T22:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:46:08.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SxcXd8ANdgI/AAAAAAAAB4M/ugL7Tc_3mu0/s1600-h/OQAAAEpG6pnuj47kz3wrq8zYkZui6wJ5t7Wust0eVwcJ3JlBQ8GPd6-rPdF1By7ASTMVOS_qdkGzqYN8Vv-8Td95aKIAm1T1UPRXKPSXDc3jKo1NhinB2F7lVcY2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410819280399595010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SxcXd8ANdgI/AAAAAAAAB4M/ugL7Tc_3mu0/s400/OQAAAEpG6pnuj47kz3wrq8zYkZui6wJ5t7Wust0eVwcJ3JlBQ8GPd6-rPdF1By7ASTMVOS_qdkGzqYN8Vv-8Td95aKIAm1T1UPRXKPSXDc3jKo1NhinB2F7lVcY2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E a dor da alma se transforma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em um sorriso de palhaço [in]feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-2226094038365142696?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2226094038365142696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2226094038365142696&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2226094038365142696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2226094038365142696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-dor-da-alma-se-transforma-em-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SxcXd8ANdgI/AAAAAAAAB4M/ugL7Tc_3mu0/s72-c/OQAAAEpG6pnuj47kz3wrq8zYkZui6wJ5t7Wust0eVwcJ3JlBQ8GPd6-rPdF1By7ASTMVOS_qdkGzqYN8Vv-8Td95aKIAm1T1UPRXKPSXDc3jKo1NhinB2F7lVcY2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-4560257290459607736</id><published>2009-11-30T05:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T05:32:42.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SxN9uXpcX1I/AAAAAAAAB4E/Lo8E-6Kza20/s1600/imposs%25C3%25ADvel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409805812977393490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SxN9uXpcX1I/AAAAAAAAB4E/Lo8E-6Kza20/s400/imposs%25C3%25ADvel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A solidão tem um peso tão esmagador&lt;br /&gt;Que torna difícil caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma criança [re]aprendendo a andar...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-4560257290459607736?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/4560257290459607736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=4560257290459607736&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4560257290459607736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/4560257290459607736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/11/solidao-tem-um-peso-tao-esmagador-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SxN9uXpcX1I/AAAAAAAAB4E/Lo8E-6Kza20/s72-c/imposs%25C3%25ADvel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-5861232341996421290</id><published>2009-11-27T00:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:51:43.281-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sw9F4LByEXI/AAAAAAAAB30/ulVLdDpneKM/s1600/na+cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408618508830511474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sw9F4LByEXI/AAAAAAAAB30/ulVLdDpneKM/s400/na+cama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tem uma hora que tudo que você precisa é prosseguir.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que doa, mesmo sabendo que nunca mais será a mesma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenho muito o que descobrir sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenho muito o que descobrir sobre o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que a cada [re]descoberta&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarei uma mulher mais forte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;escondida debaixo dos destroços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E viva a dor que nos faz crescer...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tim-tim...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-5861232341996421290?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/5861232341996421290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=5861232341996421290&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5861232341996421290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/5861232341996421290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/11/tem-uma-hora-que-tudo-que-voce-precisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sw9F4LByEXI/AAAAAAAAB30/ulVLdDpneKM/s72-c/na+cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6314473496736539642</id><published>2009-11-24T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:02:05.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Swtabs1aNQI/AAAAAAAAB3s/1biylWrNuO8/s1600/6552484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407515209526555906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Swtabs1aNQI/AAAAAAAAB3s/1biylWrNuO8/s400/6552484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ela não quer sair de seu casulo interno,&lt;br /&gt;onde se sente protegida de toda a dor.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe que chegou a hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espia o mundo lá fora...&lt;br /&gt;os olhos arregalados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenta encontrar um bom motivo para continuar,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece tão incerto, tão cinzento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respira fundo.&lt;br /&gt;Desistir não faz parte do seu jeito de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Busca coragem e sai pro mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ela sabe, que apesar de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;nunca se permitirá desistir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&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/1527799964507440212-6314473496736539642?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6314473496736539642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6314473496736539642&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6314473496736539642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6314473496736539642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/11/ela-nao-quer-sair-de-seu-casulo-interno.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Swtabs1aNQI/AAAAAAAAB3s/1biylWrNuO8/s72-c/6552484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-7065489395719936228</id><published>2009-11-18T20:01:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:18:23.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SwR_nPQ-vhI/AAAAAAAAB3c/ByiZWyHpChs/s1600/tumblr_kpps7oC0rV1qztsrto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SwR_nPQ-vhI/AAAAAAAAB3c/ByiZWyHpChs/s400/tumblr_kpps7oC0rV1qztsrto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405585764840816146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Viajo para dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Logo no início do caminho encontro a dona saudade, companheira de longa data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Proseamos um pouco. Ela me diz dos momentos que tenta contornar as coisas procurando a ajuda do Sorriso, um dos visitantes mais assíduos na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A seguir, vejo a tristeza espreitando de longe. Ela sabe que não é bem vinda, mas insiste em querer participar do meu dia-a-dia. Tenho aprendido que a melhor maneira de lidar com ela é despista-la,  fazendo de conta que não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Prossigo visualizando o horizonte do meu eu. Nuances variadas de sentimentos que me transformam nesta pessoa complexa, mas que vê a vida com todas as suas cores e que vive sorrindo mesmo em meio a dores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Não tenho a pretensão de conhecer tudo que existe aqui, neste espaço interno-maluco, mas gosto de saber que existe uma mulher que comemora a vida com todos os seus acertos e erros e que não se cansa nunca de buscar mais e mais momentos felizes...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-7065489395719936228?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/7065489395719936228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=7065489395719936228&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7065489395719936228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/7065489395719936228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/11/viajo-para-dentro-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SwR_nPQ-vhI/AAAAAAAAB3c/ByiZWyHpChs/s72-c/tumblr_kpps7oC0rV1qztsrto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6953809112433650975</id><published>2009-11-17T10:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:31:14.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SwKlJLaA3lI/AAAAAAAAB3U/qJ2Q15r-ktM/s1600/2bywqHVN2n63kyta6Y6qUyAro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405064079897321042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SwKlJLaA3lI/AAAAAAAAB3U/qJ2Q15r-ktM/s400/2bywqHVN2n63kyta6Y6qUyAro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ela passava seus dias sonhando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada sonho com sua cor, com sua característica própria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias eles eram alimentados&lt;br /&gt;E iam crescendo em sua necessidade de se tornarem reais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela conferia um por um, todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrumava-os em ordem de desejo maior,&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo, morria de medo de soltá-los ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, inflou o peito de coragem&lt;br /&gt;Libertando-os rumo ao céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto olhava aquele arco-íris de sonhos flutuando ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Pensava no quanto seria bom se rompessem a barreira&lt;br /&gt;Que os segurava na fantasia e vagassem soltos no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ao mesmo tempo, persistia a pergunta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...O dia-a-dia seria bom, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;se todos os sonhos se tornassem reais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-6953809112433650975?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6953809112433650975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6953809112433650975&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6953809112433650975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6953809112433650975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/11/ela-passava-seus-dias-sonhando.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SwKlJLaA3lI/AAAAAAAAB3U/qJ2Q15r-ktM/s72-c/2bywqHVN2n63kyta6Y6qUyAro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8183120984102592579</id><published>2009-11-16T11:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:53:47.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SwFnCrFvOgI/AAAAAAAAB3M/phB6c7wysAs/s1600/beijotudodbom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404714323445496322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SwFnCrFvOgI/AAAAAAAAB3M/phB6c7wysAs/s400/beijotudodbom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Sinto o desejo entorpecendo meus sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Tudo em mim clama por tua boca, tuas mãos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;pelo teu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Meu corpo se transforma em vulcão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Enquanto meus poros derramam fogo liquido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Aonde está você que não aqui, dentro de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-8183120984102592579?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8183120984102592579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8183120984102592579&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8183120984102592579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8183120984102592579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/11/sinto-o-desejo-entorpecendo-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SwFnCrFvOgI/AAAAAAAAB3M/phB6c7wysAs/s72-c/beijotudodbom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-6391104320674181475</id><published>2009-11-13T17:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:25:28.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sv3AItR7AEI/AAAAAAAAB3E/GvwTcd031Yw/s1600-h/39098259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403686383740715074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sv3AItR7AEI/AAAAAAAAB3E/GvwTcd031Yw/s400/39098259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sinto-me tão cheia de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...E tão vazia daquilo que realmente importa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/1527799964507440212-6391104320674181475?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/6391104320674181475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=6391104320674181475&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6391104320674181475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/6391104320674181475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/11/sinto-me-tao-cheia-de-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Sv3AItR7AEI/AAAAAAAAB3E/GvwTcd031Yw/s72-c/39098259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-2149092526742199396</id><published>2009-11-12T02:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T02:08:08.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SvuXCPWvojI/AAAAAAAAB28/1ambwgzK_GY/s1600-h/BA00914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403078242698502706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SvuXCPWvojI/AAAAAAAAB28/1ambwgzK_GY/s400/BA00914.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Sou uma mulher madura,&lt;br /&gt;que às vezes brinca de balanço,&lt;br /&gt;sou uma criança insegura,&lt;br /&gt;que às vezes anda de salto alto."&lt;br /&gt;- Martha Medeiros -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdida em um mundo cinza, tentando achar as cores da felicidade. Passo horas pensando, escarafunchando dentro de mim, tentando achar o momento exato em que as cores se foram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo tudo em uma intensidade acima do normal, quero demais e busco ainda mais. Não consigo levar a vida no mais ou menos, ou é tudo ou nada. Sei que isso é ruim, mas não consigo ser diferente preciso ter o copo transbordando pra me sentir inundada de felicidade. Um pouco cheio para mim é vazio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, cobro em demasia, mas tento me dar na mesma medida. Em alguns momentos, olho aqui dentro, neste espaço interno-confuso e vejo uma menininha carente, buscando carinho. Mas sempre da forma errada, enfiando os pés pelas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo à menina que trate de crescer, mas ela me olha, com o dedinho na boca dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quer ser adulta? Seja! Mas salto alto, para mim, só nas brincadeiras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PS: E existem sentimentos que se repetem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-2149092526742199396?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/2149092526742199396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=2149092526742199396&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2149092526742199396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/2149092526742199396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/11/sou-uma-mulher-madura-que-as-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SvuXCPWvojI/AAAAAAAAB28/1ambwgzK_GY/s72-c/BA00914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-847028389608706100</id><published>2009-11-10T22:44:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:15:23.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SvoXvAnLCxI/AAAAAAAAB20/I0okvYlBOyU/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402656799369923346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SvoXvAnLCxI/AAAAAAAAB20/I0okvYlBOyU/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Vou queimando aos poucos,&lt;br /&gt;Internalizando cada cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formando meu arco-íris de esperanças novinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Para enfeitar o mundo com felicidade furta-cor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/1527799964507440212-847028389608706100?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/847028389608706100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=847028389608706100&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/847028389608706100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/847028389608706100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/11/vou-queimando-aos-poucos-internalizando.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/SvoXvAnLCxI/AAAAAAAAB20/I0okvYlBOyU/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527799964507440212.post-8541618245238009628</id><published>2009-11-08T22:24:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:49:53.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Svd0nG_o4SI/AAAAAAAAB2s/nOUSfhRAeb4/s1600-h/naci_en_alamo_by_srebrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401914493295452450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Svd0nG_o4SI/AAAAAAAAB2s/nOUSfhRAeb4/s400/naci_en_alamo_by_srebrina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Felicidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Solidão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vontade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;[...] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E se forma um caleidoscópio de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1527799964507440212-8541618245238009628?l=rastrosde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/feeds/8541618245238009628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1527799964507440212&amp;postID=8541618245238009628&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8541618245238009628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1527799964507440212/posts/default/8541618245238009628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosde.blogspot.com/2009/11/felicidade-solidao-saudade-carinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Ni ...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598084877091797588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/TJEz_jPwRJI/AAAAAAAACFY/J5tVFr7awLo/S220/3757367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2AD9JvkSp3M/Svd0nG_o4SI/AAAAAAAAB2s/nOUSfhRAeb4/s72-c/naci_en_alamo_by_srebrina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
