<?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-15944411</id><updated>2011-09-04T20:27:46.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morayx</title><subtitle type='html'>... não conduza sua vida de modo a ficar sozinho no meio dela...


... quanto mais você sabe quem é e o que quer da vida, menos as coisas te perturbam...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-116275422599575235</id><published>2006-11-05T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:37:12.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>o que me prende...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/vento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;corri feito um louco atrás do vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre acreditei&lt;br /&gt;que em algum momento ou lugar&lt;br /&gt;alguma coisa, sei-lá o que&lt;br /&gt;faria ou traria maior sentido&lt;br /&gt;pra minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e às vezes esperei&lt;br /&gt;tanto em Deus&lt;br /&gt;que entendi que talvez&lt;br /&gt;não merecesse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;esta dávida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas a grande verdade&lt;br /&gt;é que no fundo eu sabia&lt;br /&gt;que meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não tinha esperanças&lt;br /&gt;pra tanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabe quando você&lt;br /&gt;reconhece que existe algo&lt;br /&gt;dentro de você&lt;br /&gt;que não deveria estar lá&lt;br /&gt;mas inevitavelmente consegue sentir&lt;br /&gt;desvantando tudo&lt;br /&gt;com a força da &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;correnteza de um rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não quero me conformar&lt;br /&gt;com o que está acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre me pergunto&lt;br /&gt;até quando terei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oportunidades de escolhas&lt;br /&gt;e se um dia irei acordar pra isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo mundo tenta se reconstruir um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se reconciliar consigo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;será que realmente&lt;br /&gt;somos salvos de alguma maneira&lt;br /&gt;e do que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;talvez&lt;/span&gt; esteja fugindo&lt;br /&gt;de mim mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou talvez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu tenha medo da verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no entanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não agüento mais&lt;br /&gt;isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morayx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;poxa... hoje não tô muito bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;nem os sapatos tive vontade de por no lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;estão todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;jogados pela casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-115889616688685960</id><published>2006-09-21T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:01:03.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/garoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/garoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/coca.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é propaganda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comercial de refrigerante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eu até acredito nele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e sei que &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;necessito&lt;/span&gt; também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mas no momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;perdi&lt;/span&gt; a ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e a inocência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;se encheu de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tanta razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de tantos cálculos matemáticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;como se pudesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;caminhar sobre um fio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de alta tensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;feito malabarista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;entre as avenidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;do centro da cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sem riscos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parece que quase tudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faz &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mais sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mesmo tendo a sensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de ver gaivotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;se perdendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;diante do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de um céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que já não tem mais estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mistérios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;será que o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nos desorienta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ou foram as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;apagaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a estrada que nos leva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;até ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;é magnificamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;estranha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/15944411-115889616688685960?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/115889616688685960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=115889616688685960' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115889616688685960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115889616688685960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-amor.html' title='o amor'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-115768980203535806</id><published>2006-09-08T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:34:02.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>equilibrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/110506balanza5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/110506balanza5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;meu coração está mais maduro&lt;br /&gt;apesar das incertezas&lt;br /&gt;continuarem instaladas&lt;br /&gt;feito teias&lt;br /&gt;nos cantos da sala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada mais importa&lt;br /&gt;apenas viver o que a vida&lt;br /&gt;misteriosamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;reserva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;e de certo modo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;o que minhas espectativas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;desenham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;finitas escolhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;colheitas de uvas&lt;br /&gt;num dia chuvoso e frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;ou quem sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;de sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sempre existem dois lados&lt;br /&gt;tudo é subjetivo&lt;br /&gt;apesar que o mundo sempre&lt;br /&gt;insistentemente nos cobra&lt;br /&gt;objetivos, planos e metas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no entando&lt;br /&gt;estou aprendendo&lt;br /&gt;De forma singular e inacabada&lt;br /&gt;interferir de alguma forma&lt;br /&gt;em cada um deles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;nem tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;precisa fazer sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;quando acreditamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;que já não existem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;motivos relevantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;pra isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nem sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;terei o controle&lt;br /&gt;nas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;talvez pra isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;exista a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aprendi&lt;br /&gt;com tudo o que já me custou&lt;br /&gt;o que já me doeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;e na mesma medida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;que me perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;que me trai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;eu me perdoei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;estou firmando&lt;/span&gt; os passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;meus olhos se abriram&lt;br /&gt;aos 33 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;...deve ser assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/15944411-115768980203535806?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/115768980203535806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=115768980203535806' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115768980203535806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115768980203535806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/09/equilibrio.html' title='equilibrio'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-115669555679035838</id><published>2006-08-27T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:43:30.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ícaro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/icaro.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/icaro.png" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os dias são assim&lt;br /&gt;estranhos&lt;br /&gt;ou talvez o estranho, esquisito, mórbido.&lt;br /&gt;seja eu mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de repente minha vida&lt;br /&gt;mudou de cor&lt;br /&gt;de buscas com significados mais simples,&lt;br /&gt;menos gritos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;menos sensações de desconforto&lt;br /&gt;apenas cicatrizes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;(acho que aprendi com a dor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é como se o habitar em mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;fizesse maior sentido&lt;br /&gt;até as flores &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desabrocharam por lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estranho&lt;br /&gt;só hoje percebi que não sei lidar&lt;br /&gt;com tanta felicidade&lt;br /&gt;até voltei a sonhar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e fazer novos planos&lt;br /&gt;é tão bom&lt;br /&gt;resgatar esses sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas às vezes dá um medo&lt;br /&gt;de tudo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se esvaziar de repente&lt;br /&gt;como é que agente sustenta&lt;br /&gt;tudo isso?&lt;br /&gt;e se eu chegar perto de mais do sol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;espero não cair do céu&lt;br /&gt;como Ícaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;prefiro acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que de alguma forma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e sem explicação &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as coisas serão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais ou menos assim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daqui pra frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprendi a não fugir&lt;br /&gt;de quem sou realmente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ironicamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já despenquei do céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;algumas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é o fim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da inocência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;(tô feliz)&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/15944411-115669555679035838?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-115543824617373798</id><published>2006-08-12T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:32:09.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/20040811-relogio.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/20040811-relogio.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“CADA ANO A VIDA ESPERA MAIS DE MIM”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jorge vercilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sempre acreditei&lt;br /&gt;Que algo grande cheio de significados&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceria comigo&lt;br /&gt;Pra me levantar&lt;br /&gt;E fazer com que cada minuto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Fizesse maior sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quanta inocência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tive um coração cheio de esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando que cada passo meu&lt;br /&gt;Que cada detalhe&lt;br /&gt;Cada escolha&lt;br /&gt;Pudessem fazer da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Algo inesgotávelmente nobre&lt;br /&gt;Do que o meu próprio&lt;br /&gt;Excêntrico e de certo modo arcaico&lt;br /&gt;Universo inventado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pudesse prever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem tudo foi assim&lt;br /&gt;E que diferença isso faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sinto que minha vida&lt;br /&gt;É feito uma brincadeira de dança das cadeiras&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez que a música para&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova dor, intensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cheia de enganos se instala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque alguém sempre vai embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo aprendi&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida é surpreendente&lt;br /&gt;Feita um encanto,&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de toda sua superfície&lt;br /&gt;Áspera,&lt;br /&gt;E difícil de se respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida é doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Que ironia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tenho feito longas caminhadas&lt;br /&gt;Pra que nunca mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Por algum motivo&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixe de existir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aguento firme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Porque eu também sou áspero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;e meus pulmões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;estão cheio de ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque de alguma forma&lt;br /&gt;Sem explicações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ainda mantenho um coração nobre&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de esperanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mentiras de um Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E me esforcei ao máximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;pra não ser mais assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;porque até isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;não estava sob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;meu controle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&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/15944411-115543824617373798?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/115543824617373798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=115543824617373798' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115543824617373798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115543824617373798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/08/mais.html' title='MAIS...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-115448610024054878</id><published>2006-08-01T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T08:55:16.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>novos tempos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/Lu%20Horta%20olhos%20fechados%20-%20Inae%20Coutinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/Lu%20Horta%20olhos%20fechados%20-%20Inae%20Coutinho.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu tô com saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de um tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que eu acho que nunca vivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sabe quando você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acorda de madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e sente aquele vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como se não mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soubesse quem é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;há tempos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tenho lutado pra tirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;minha alma do pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de certo modo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as coisas estão mais claras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas eu não sei bem ao certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque me sinto assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;será carência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou apenas espectivas&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/15944411-115448610024054878?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/115448610024054878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=115448610024054878' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115448610024054878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115448610024054878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/08/novos-tempos.html' title='novos tempos...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-115266743107862535</id><published>2006-07-11T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:23:51.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>o que sou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/datavenia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/datavenia.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu me lembro de imaginar certa vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como seria minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como EU seria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu imaginava ter todas essas qualidades:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qualidades fortes e positivas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que as pessoas poderiam captar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do outro lado da sala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas a medida que o tempo foi passando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poucas eram as qualidades que eu tinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e todas as posibilidades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que eu enfrentava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e as pessoas que eu podia ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ficaram reduzidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais e mais a cada ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;até finalmente serem reduzidas a uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao que eu sou!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;extrai este texto do filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O SOL DE CADA MANHÃ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;me tocou profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;poxa qria ser assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;alguém acima da média&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;mas sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;apenas o que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;e isso de certo modo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;me basta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;aprendendo a gostar mais de mim&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/15944411-115266743107862535?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/115266743107862535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=115266743107862535' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115266743107862535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115266743107862535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-que-sou.html' title='o que sou...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-115188246611048601</id><published>2006-07-02T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:11:25.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>planetas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/planet02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/planet02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que sonhos são esses&lt;br /&gt;Que se apagam feito letras escritas a lápis?&lt;br /&gt;Que perdição é essa&lt;br /&gt;Que aborta toda alegria&lt;br /&gt;E torna toda carência&lt;br /&gt;Em inventadas paixões?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que barcos são esses&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca conheceram o mar?&lt;br /&gt;Como amores&lt;br /&gt;Que chegam e nunca ficam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que Deus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;perdoe esta infame agonia&lt;br /&gt;Que às vezes se tornam maiores&lt;br /&gt;Que minhas motivações&lt;br /&gt;E convicções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas me conceda este amor&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca tive&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que nos invadem&lt;br /&gt;De toda, qualquer e tola alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que eu seja&lt;br /&gt;Enterrado&lt;br /&gt;Pelos meus próprios&lt;br /&gt;Medos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que&lt;br /&gt;eu contimue a acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;que eu mesmo inventei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que eu tenha coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;de sempre me ver no espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e reconhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;meu reflexo nele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia eu aprenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a viver&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja&lt;br /&gt;Num dia simples de sol&lt;br /&gt;Sentado em frente ao mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando&lt;br /&gt;Que os planetas se&lt;br /&gt;Alinhem pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&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/15944411-115188246611048601?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/115188246611048601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=115188246611048601' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115188246611048601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115188246611048601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/07/planetas.html' title='planetas...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-115084174257751242</id><published>2006-06-20T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:15:42.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;não sei explicar&lt;br /&gt;mas nos últimos dias&lt;br /&gt;meu coração está cheio de esperanças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me liberto&lt;br /&gt;de lembranças&lt;br /&gt;das quais tanto me destruíram&lt;br /&gt;de culpas que me assolavam&lt;br /&gt;e que foram todas redimidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por palavras nunca ditas&lt;br /&gt;que só agora&lt;br /&gt;foram reveladas&lt;br /&gt;pelo meu próprio coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que bom!&lt;br /&gt;tudo tem seu tempo&lt;br /&gt;feito passos aparentemente desconexos&lt;br /&gt;de bailarinas dançando tango&lt;br /&gt;no salão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no entanto,&lt;br /&gt;ainda me sinto&lt;br /&gt;como um navegante que&lt;br /&gt;não encontrou seu lugar neste universo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;como podemos ter tantas versões&lt;br /&gt;de nós mesmos?&lt;br /&gt;somos tão levianos&lt;br /&gt;com nossas próprias razões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes me pergunto&lt;br /&gt;se fui abandonado na arena&lt;br /&gt;pelos deuses&lt;br /&gt;ou se eu mesmo&lt;br /&gt;que os afastei com um grito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a única resposta que tenho&lt;br /&gt;é que ainda estou em busca do melhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;sem precauções morais,&lt;br /&gt;soluções mágicas&lt;br /&gt;ou elasticas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;estranho!!!&lt;br /&gt;tudo isso é um engano&lt;br /&gt;Porque no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração desacredita&lt;br /&gt;que essa procura vai ter um fim&lt;br /&gt;em si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;apesar que neste dia (hoje!)&lt;br /&gt;sinto tudo isso de uma forma diferente&lt;br /&gt;um grão&lt;br /&gt;um destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mas o que realmente importa&lt;br /&gt;é reconhecer que sobre todas as coisas&lt;br /&gt;existem certas tristezas&lt;br /&gt;que sempre tem&lt;br /&gt;um fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;estou sem computador em casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;o meu faz um tempão que está na UTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;por isso que tenho postado pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;tô vivendo dias bacanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;escrevi essas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;que falam de como estou vivendo agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;mas de alguma forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;me remetem a três pessoas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jr, Cleber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; e André (um amigo do interior de São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-115084174257751242?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/115084174257751242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=115084174257751242' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115084174257751242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/115084174257751242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/06/gro.html' title='grão...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114981061463781060</id><published>2006-06-08T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:50:14.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vaso de barro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;às vezes me pergunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque traímos a nós mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nossos sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;esperanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nosso coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;isso me atormenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e de certa forma acaba comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque fazermos promessas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;das quais não cumprimos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque nos perdemos por caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que já conhecemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;por histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que já sabemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o fim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;este senso de realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me assusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no entanto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;parece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que nada muda em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me sinto como um vaso de barro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;espedaçado no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vivo com a sensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de que não vai dar tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e se me perguntarem do que ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nem sei dizer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;é como seu eu pudesse roubar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;os meus dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;estou cansado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de trair a mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mas não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sei o que faço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra tornar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tudo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;eu tive fora uns dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;mas tô aqui de volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;poxa como sou melancólico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;as vezes queria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;escrever coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;menos tristes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;mas sou assim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;e se não for fiel a mim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;a quem serei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&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/15944411-114981061463781060?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114981061463781060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114981061463781060' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114981061463781060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114981061463781060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/06/vaso-de-barro.html' title='vaso de barro...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114823048456056049</id><published>2006-05-21T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:07:50.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/colibri15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/colibri15.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/beco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;existe um tempo&lt;br /&gt;em que tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que mais queremos é existir&lt;br /&gt;enterrar os fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;fazer dos nossos medos e anseios&lt;br /&gt;concertos de Bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nesses dias&lt;br /&gt;parece que uma força nos inunda&lt;br /&gt;e por mais absurdo que seja&lt;br /&gt;não nos reconhecemos mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;não sei porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas hoje estamos mais otimistas&lt;br /&gt;talvez porque temos a sensação&lt;br /&gt;de que tempo parrou&lt;br /&gt;ou quem sabe ele errou de dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notamos que aquela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;insustentável dor&lt;br /&gt;por alguma razão&lt;br /&gt;se esquivou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu Deus&lt;br /&gt;quanta mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas e se pudéssemos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eternizar esse momento&lt;br /&gt;tornar o amor mais prático&lt;br /&gt;colidir o delírio&lt;br /&gt;com a súbito razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriamos os mesmo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não sei!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O que faz de nós o que somos?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja inevitável&lt;br /&gt;e incognitível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou apenas tolices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem saída!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje tá bem frio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do jeitinho que eu adoro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tô bem feliz, calmo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sei porque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas tô assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aqui sem fazer nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ouvindo os concertos de Bach&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/15944411-114823048456056049?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114823048456056049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114823048456056049' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114823048456056049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114823048456056049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-sei.html' title='não sei...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114800011747763910</id><published>2006-05-18T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:06:21.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grandes esperanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/grandes-esperancas-poster03.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/grandes-esperancas-poster03.0.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;esse filme é maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;hoje aconteceu algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;que me fez lembrar dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;poxa porque o coração da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;encana sempre com a pessoa errada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;eu sempre insisto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;na mesma história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;as vezes isso me enche o saco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;tudo o que eu preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;é só me apaixonar outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;mas não assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;O QUE É&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;QUE EU VOU FAZER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRA TE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ESQUECER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;(e se eu te pedisse pra ficar?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-114800011747763910?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114800011747763910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114800011747763910' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114800011747763910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114800011747763910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/05/grandes-esperanas.html' title='grandes esperanças'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114773384606584174</id><published>2006-05-15T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:41:26.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>controle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/correr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/correr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não quero mais permitir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que o vento bagunce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meu destino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muito menos que o céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seja embrulhado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feito jornal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diante dos meus olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quero me permitir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ter o controle de tudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não por absoluto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque o acaso também nos convém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;como borboletas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;escondidas no inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quero reconhecer em mim mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um eterno lar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um abrigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde a força &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a coragem habitam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;onde a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;deixa de ser uma ordem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;e se transforme apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;numa palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;irreconhecível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde as incertezas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;são decifradas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;feito flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que crescem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem sabermos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114714352574973900</id><published>2006-05-08T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:19:55.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>apenas um dia ruim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/zxs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="234" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/zxs.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hoje me ví&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;na janela do meu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;com o olhar perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sem entender meu destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;já há muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;perdi a sensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;de saber exatamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pra onde estou indo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me lembro de certos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;em que dançava na chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e me sentia a própria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;água que do céu caia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;nossa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tudo era tão puro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e agora me pergunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;porque esta água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;está tão imunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hoje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;eu apenos a observo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;como algo infinitamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;distante de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;que pena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;naquele tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nada me perturbava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nem o presente, o futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;muito menos o passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a ausencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me deixava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tão ferido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;onde foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que me perdi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;inundado em perguntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mergulado em angustias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que me cerram a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tô com saudades de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;de olhar pra vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e ter a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que aqui dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tudo está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sob controle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;talvez hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eu viva uma mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;porque uma parte de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mas a outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;abaixa a fronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;com medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hoje é apenas um dia ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mas que bom que os dias ruins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;também passam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;amanhã será um lindo dia!&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/15944411-114714352574973900?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114663004459995644</id><published>2006-05-03T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T08:49:23.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/27.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os trovões&lt;br /&gt;os relampagos&lt;br /&gt;poderiam escrever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teu nome no céu&lt;br /&gt;os ventos poderiam te confundir&lt;br /&gt;até você chegar&lt;br /&gt;pra bem mais perto de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não sei seu nome &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não sei a cor dos seus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;nem ao menos a rua onde moras &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas é por você&lt;br /&gt;que meus sonhos vasculham&lt;br /&gt;perdido em mim mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez um dia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente se esbarre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na fila do supermercado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numa praça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou quem sabe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num dia de chuva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;em plena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Avenida Paulista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vc deseje ter o seu destino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entrelaçado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;quando sentir teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;pulsar no mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;ritmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;que o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;(este sou eu tirando uma soneca)&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/15944411-114663004459995644?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114663004459995644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114663004459995644' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114663004459995644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114663004459995644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/05/sonhos.html' title='sonhos...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114652471402546376</id><published>2006-05-01T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:55:25.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Um coração em Paz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/album.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/album.gif" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o feriado acabou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acho que me abasteci de forças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra continuar as próximas semanas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;"&gt;(a viagem me fez muiiito bem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é muito bom sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;"&gt;o coração em de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tô aqui ouvindo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damien rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nossa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;está me fazendo muito bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;engraçado como certas canções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;causam sensações diferentes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dentro da gente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663300;"&gt;(hoje por ex. ouvir &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Delicate&lt;/span&gt; me deixa feliz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agora pouco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relembrei das coisas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que preciso cumprir este ano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;das famosas promeças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tá tudo bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;a vida é o que acontece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;enquanto fazemos planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-114652471402546376?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114652471402546376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114652471402546376' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114652471402546376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114652471402546376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/05/um-corao-em-paz.html' title='Um coração em Paz...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114618544557869467</id><published>2006-04-27T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:59:20.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feriadão a vista...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/angels.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ufa!!! que bom mais um feriado a vista, esta semana tô bem stressado, vai ser bom rever meus amigos maluquinhos, que eu tanto amo, pessoas que me fazem muiiiito bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pra ser honesto também tô com o coração cansado, vai ser bom rever o mar, adoro me abrir pra ele, agente tem muita coisa pra conversar, percebi que estou bem mais carente esta semana, não sei dizer o porque, sei que vai passar, não é bom ficar assim, porque quando agimos somente com o coração, em geral cometemos erros irrevogáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;daqui a pouco vou pro ensaio da minha banda, vai ser bom, porque a musica me faz muito bem, parece que ela arranca toda tristeza, amargura, e eu fico muito mais forte novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bom vou encerrar com uma oração: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEU DEUS MEU PAI, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIRIGE MINHA VIDA, MEU CORAÇÃO, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME TORNE MAIS SERENO, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAIS SÁBIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRA QUE EU POSSA SEGUIR ADIANTE MAIS TRANQUILO, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TALVEZ ATÉ MAIS FELIZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBRIGADO POR VC TER ME PLANEJADO, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E POR TER ME ENSINADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A AMAR VIDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;ESPECIALMENTE A MINHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APESAR DE TUDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMÉM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&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/15944411-114618544557869467?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114618544557869467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114618544557869467' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114618544557869467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114618544557869467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/04/feriado-vista.html' title='feriadão a vista...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114610437611553677</id><published>2006-04-26T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:46:37.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nando Reis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/Nando%20Reis.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/Nando%20Reis.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOCÊS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;acreditam que tem musicas que as vezes sinto que são como cura pra alma, que coisa louca, hoje comprei o CD novo do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Nando Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, é demais; são indicifráveis palavras, inexplicaveis sensações que vasculham o meu coração&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;NOS SEUS OLHOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;olha nos meus olhos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e diga o que você vê&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando eles veêm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que você me vê&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;olho nos seus olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o que eu posso ler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que eles ficam melhores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando eles me leêm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu leio as suas cartas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu vejo a letra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que me contempla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que homem forte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou sua mas não posso ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou seu mas ninguem pode saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor eu te proibo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de não me querer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;olhos nos seus olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sinto que você &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazem eles brilharem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como um astro rei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;olhe nos meus olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o que você vai ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seu rosto iluminado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lua de um além&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu leio as suas asas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;borboletas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu Deus que linda imagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me atormenta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou seu mas eu não posso ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou sua mas ninguem pode saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor eu te proibo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de não me querer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;quem dera tivessemos o poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;de proibir quem agente tanto ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;de não nos querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;nossa como eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;cantar isso pra alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&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/15944411-114610437611553677?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114610437611553677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114610437611553677' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114610437611553677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114610437611553677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/04/nando-reis.html' title='Nando Reis...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114600391293810703</id><published>2006-04-25T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:44:47.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MUDANÇAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/ci??a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/ci%3F%3Fa.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom ter amigos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente estou falando muito sobre minha vida pra minha amiga Cecilia, agente se entende, como se nos conhecêssemos há muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem algumas verdades que foram reveladas pra mim, coisas que pareciam óbvias, mas de repente, é como aquele ditado: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;caiu a ficha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela abriu os meus olhos no sentido de tentar esquecer o passado e as mentiras que eu &lt;strong&gt;criei&lt;/strong&gt; através dele, no entanto, sei que não dá para esquecê-lo, mas se desprender, não torná-lo tão presente e forte a ponto de não viver as oportunidades do agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra isso é necessário nos &lt;strong&gt;reestruturarmos&lt;/strong&gt;, nos &lt;strong&gt;reinventarmos&lt;/strong&gt;, tentar aprender com ele, se é que dá, e o mais importante, esquecer estas histórias que nos corroem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu passei anos da minha vida vivendo um passado que me destruía, sem seguir em frente com um presente que não me direcionava pra lugar algum, era como se o livro da minha vida, não tivessem mais páginas a serem escritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ferido, talvez amei de forma doentia, e acabei comigo mesmo por conta disso, entendi que eu não enxergava mais minha própria luz, o meu próprio sabor, acho que estou encontrando o meu eixo, e todas as coisas que eu tenho que mudar pra ser mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos estou aprendendo a me ver no espelho com um novo olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Valeu Ciça - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;minha eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Amelie Poulain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;só um detalhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;o desenho foi ela quem fez pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;em nov-05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-114600391293810703?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114600391293810703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114600391293810703' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114600391293810703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114600391293810703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/04/mudanas.html' title='MUDANÇAS...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114576782557769189</id><published>2006-04-23T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T09:10:02.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>talvez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/talvez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/talvez.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma da manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinto fome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;até sinto um pouco de sono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nestes dias tristes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tenho dormido tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tenho vasculhado a internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em busca de algo que nem mesmo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu sei o que?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dizem que quando alguém &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não sabe o que procura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não entende muito bem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que encontra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas no fundo agente sabe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;procuramos um pedaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que sabe lá como&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se perdeu dentro de nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tenho saudades de minha infância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;já não me lembro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do que é não ter medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do que é não se preocupar com o futuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com o tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas a vida nos tráz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;novas expectativas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tantas outras histórias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coisas que de algum modo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mesmo que por um instante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;completa ainda que enganasomente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a vida da gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talvez eu me sentisse completo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na infância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou talvez pela ausência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tanta realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas talvez, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tantos "talvezes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a vida seja isso mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&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/15944411-114576782557769189?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114576782557769189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114576782557769189' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114576782557769189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114576782557769189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/04/talvez.html' title='talvez...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114498319412065810</id><published>2006-04-13T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T23:58:21.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>amar alguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/Hugo%20Dias%20-%20solidao%20-%20T1%20-%2096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/Hugo%20Dias%20-%20solidao%20-%20T1%20-%2096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hoje fui ao cinema sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(que novidade, eu sou sozinho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas senti falta de alguém ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pegar na mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;peder a parte mais importante do filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;por causa de um sussurro infeliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(mas extremamente gostoso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;isso me fez lembra alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas não quero falar sobre isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;já passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas acho que tô carente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;daquelas "que qualquer beijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de novela faz chorar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sinto falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de amar alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(encontrar alguém)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;apesar que estou bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me sinto feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; de certo modo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;aprendi a lidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;com a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;comigo mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&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/15944411-114498319412065810?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114498319412065810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114498319412065810' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114498319412065810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114498319412065810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/04/amar-algum.html' title='amar alguém'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114463044578289050</id><published>2006-04-09T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:54:59.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O PEQUENO PRINCIPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/Image61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/Image61.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Esta semana lí o livro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Pequeno Principe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;na verdade todo ano gosto de ler ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;me sinto bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;me identifico muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;esta coisa de buscar respostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;pras coisas da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;seja em outro planeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;ou qualquer outro lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;é estranho né&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;porque no livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;apesar do pequenino encontrar respostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;não fica claro, exatamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;o que ele fez com toda descoberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;e isso é o mais me incomoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;porque as vezes a busca é tão grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;que as respostas se perdem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;com os sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;mas eu ainda tô em busca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;da verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;que tanto espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-114463044578289050?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114463044578289050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114463044578289050' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114463044578289050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114463044578289050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-pequeno-principe.html' title='O PEQUENO PRINCIPE'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114420108791048831</id><published>2006-04-04T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:38:07.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/Jason.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/400/Jason.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hoje estou com muita raiva &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de mim mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque eu sempre faço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;essas coisas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preciso mudar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não posso continuar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assim&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/15944411-114420108791048831?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114420108791048831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114420108791048831' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114420108791048831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114420108791048831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu.html' title='Eu...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114409989038138729</id><published>2006-04-03T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:16:06.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>barcos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/joias_do_mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/joias_do_mar.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;abram os pórtos&lt;br /&gt;que estou chegando&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;estou vindo do mar&lt;br /&gt;e trouxe conchas&lt;br /&gt;que guardam o amor&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dos desamores&lt;br /&gt;meu coração se livrou&lt;br /&gt;desde os temores&lt;br /&gt;aos gritos silenciados&lt;br /&gt;no peito&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;toda aquela dor&lt;br /&gt;que tiranicamente&lt;br /&gt;herdei de você&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;foram lançados&lt;br /&gt;pro fundo do mar&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mas ainda estou em busca&lt;br /&gt;de novos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;novas descobertas&lt;br /&gt;novas cores e alegrias&lt;br /&gt;grandes esperanças&lt;br /&gt;de um vasto&lt;br /&gt;desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;e novo&lt;br /&gt;amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Morayx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ainda continuo remando&lt;br /&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/15944411-114409989038138729?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114409989038138729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114409989038138729' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114409989038138729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114409989038138729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/04/barcos.html' title='barcos...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114368319300879586</id><published>2006-03-29T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:49:22.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/girasol-01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/girasol-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/girasol-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje faz três anos que meu irmão se foi, me sinto diferente depois daquele dia, será que realmente existe um destino traçado pra todos nós? Espero que não, detestaria a revelação de que toda minha vida esteja determina, escrita, delineada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por mais que acredite em Deus, tornei um céptico, não estou culpando o criador por toda esta fatalidade (afinal ele morreu com 19 anos, num acidente de carro).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, eu deixei de acreditar no infinito, no oculto, no mais belo mistério do indecifrável universo, é como se os seus segredos e incontáveis revelações não me causassem mais nenhuma admiração. E se a vida realmente fosse assim tão concreta? como um chão que agente pisa! Não sei, ou será que deixei meu coração endurecer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, nunca mais consegui falar com os meus olhos fitados nos de Deus, e nem sei por que, talvez eu esteja ausente demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas insisto, a culpa não é dele, essas coisas acontecem, a vida se articula dessa maneira, mas acredito que uma parte de mim, agora, tem ignorado Sua essência perdida no meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas te peço perdão Senhor, por não entender todos estes mistérios, por não te conhecer e muito menos fazer por onde (apesar de que eu tento), por não suportar de uma forma coerente ou não a ausência do meu irmão, de não conseguir seguir adiante e de fazer dele a minha eterna muleta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sinto sua falta &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samuel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, eu fui tão abençoado por você, que só tenho a agradecer, e também te pedir perdão por me fazer egoísta, porque nesses dias minha vida tem-se esvaziado com sua ausência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saudades&lt;br /&gt;Inesgotável...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Morayx - sua outra metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-114368319300879586?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114368319300879586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114368319300879586' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114368319300879586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114368319300879586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/03/ausncia.html' title='Ausência...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114342284163339266</id><published>2006-03-26T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:27:21.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>os dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/guitar029.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/guitar029.1.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os dias...&lt;br /&gt;o que falar da vida né?&lt;br /&gt;as coisas estão indo adiante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de certo modo até que bem&lt;br /&gt;vou seguindo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.em dias tristes outros felizes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;este ano estou em busca de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;tô tentando encotrar meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;redescobrir tudo o que sou&lt;br /&gt;apesar que estou ten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/guitar029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do surpresas&lt;br /&gt;o que de certo modo é bom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas as vezes dá um medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;tenho uma banda&lt;br /&gt;que pra falar a verdade&lt;br /&gt;é uma das coisas que mais me faz bem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me mantém distante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de tanta realidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;não qro romper com a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;com o amor&lt;br /&gt;quero apenas existir&lt;br /&gt;num plano menos secreto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu tô tentando ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu tô tentando me fazer feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/15944411-114342284163339266?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114342284163339266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114342284163339266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114342284163339266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114342284163339266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/03/os-dias_26.html' title='os dias...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114268186582805899</id><published>2006-03-18T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:37:58.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sexo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/desejo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/desejo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que desejo é que me invade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que me disconcerta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nas horas em que menos espero?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que transforma a lucidez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Numa corrida de lobos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De loucos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De cegos, surdos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mudos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque esse desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me remete ao passado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faz do presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um momento ainda mais ácido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No ditalatar de pálpebras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E Libidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atrocidados pelo tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que desejo é esse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De invadir alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como um animal ferroz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como o mais calmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dos passaros?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São cores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sussuros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obstáculos a serem percorridos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num imaginário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Submetido a amores &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mal resolvidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fechar dos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rostos nunca vistos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corpos inventados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feitos e refeitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cada movimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma criação pecaminosamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Divina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentimentos vagos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ilhados a um mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Escroto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas poético&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do meu estranho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Universo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que se incerra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num orgasmo inexplicávelmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Revelado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(a mentira)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;#&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;puts hoje estou subindo as paredes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(rsss...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morayx&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/15944411-114268186582805899?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114268186582805899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114268186582805899' title='3 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/monet-pont.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nietzche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;... Houve uma época em nossas vidas em que estávamos tão próximos, que nada parecia obstruir nossa amizade e fraternidade e apenas uma pequena ponte nos separava. Quando você ia subir na ponte, eu lhe perguntava: Você quer atravessar a ponte até mim? Imediatamente, você deixou de querê-lo e, quando repeti a pergunta, você ficou silente. Desde então, montanhas, rios torrenciais e o que quer que separe e aliene interpuseram-se entre nós e, mesmo se quiséssemos nos reunir, não conseguiriamos. Agora, ao pensar no pontilhão, você perde as palavras e soluça e se maravilha...&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/15944411-114178739179605180?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114178739179605180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114178739179605180' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114178739179605180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114178739179605180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/03/pontes.html' title='pontes'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114169692280088855</id><published>2006-03-06T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:39:18.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>suportável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/el_grito.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="309" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/el_grito.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não há mais nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que eu possa fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parece que tem momentos na vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que certas histórias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;narrativas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tornam-se mais fortes que agente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nestes dias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;basta-me apenas a companhia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos livros e das canções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não que eu esteja procurando respostas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas uma substancial tentativa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de acalmar a mente e o coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tenho a sensação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que aos poucos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como num grito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo torna-se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suportável&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;morayx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;são paulo amanheceu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;chorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;chove muito&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/15944411-114169692280088855?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114169692280088855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114169692280088855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114169692280088855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114169692280088855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/03/suportvel.html' title='suportável'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-114091019420249020</id><published>2006-02-25T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:29:54.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/re.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que agente faz&lt;br /&gt;Pra se reinventar&lt;br /&gt;Pra recortar os dias&lt;br /&gt;de forma que todas as coisas&lt;br /&gt;se tornem mais simples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que o passado que nos condena&lt;br /&gt;Ou o que de fato&lt;br /&gt;tornamos diante dele?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;Quando foi que a musica parou&lt;br /&gt;Quando foi que fugi&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo drasticamente&lt;br /&gt;O meu eixo&lt;br /&gt;O que existia de melhor em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que foi a dor&lt;br /&gt;Que me fez mais consciente&lt;br /&gt;Ou a mentira que me torna&lt;br /&gt;Menos valente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;Quais os caminhos que escolhi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depois daquele dia&lt;br /&gt;Mas reconheço bem onde cheguei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que os dias são iguais?&lt;br /&gt;Ou a minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Que não diferencia mais os sabores&lt;br /&gt;Os desamores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias seguem&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo contra minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que meu maior desejo&lt;br /&gt;Fosse que o próprio tempo parasse&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu pudesse rescrever&lt;br /&gt;esta história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carnaval - 2006&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/15944411-114091019420249020?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/114091019420249020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=114091019420249020' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114091019420249020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/114091019420249020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-que-agente-faz-pra-se-reinventar-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113892379003826526</id><published>2006-02-02T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:43:10.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reconhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/sombra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;E a gente não se reconhece mais&lt;br /&gt;É como olhar-se no espelho&lt;br /&gt;E dar de cara&lt;br /&gt;Com outra pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;um estranho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Estou vivendo um tempo assim&lt;br /&gt;Tentando alinhar meu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Revendo minhas escolhas&lt;br /&gt;Meu destino&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe eu encontre&lt;br /&gt;A verdade que tanto&lt;br /&gt;Espero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eu sou apenas um rapaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;latino americano, sem dinheito no banco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sem parentes importantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e vindo do interior... (belchior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-113892379003826526?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113892379003826526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113892379003826526' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113892379003826526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113892379003826526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/02/reconhecer.html' title='reconhecer'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113621926630089449</id><published>2006-01-02T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T00:07:35.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/planos.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/planos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este ano resolvi não fazer muitos planos, porque não sou muito disciplinado pra isso, e aí chega o fim dele e fico depre me sentindo um vilão, do tipo que rouba a própria história, no entanto, adotei dois conselhos pra mim, que se eu lembrar deles e seguí-los nos momentos oportunos acredito que terei um ano bem interessante e quem sabe melhor que os outros, os conselhos são esses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se você fizer as coisas como sempre fez,&lt;br /&gt;tudo será como sempre foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;do muito trabalho&lt;br /&gt;realizam-se sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;morayx&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/15944411-113621926630089449?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113621926630089449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113621926630089449' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113621926630089449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113621926630089449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2006/01/este-ano-resolvi-no-fazer-muitos.html' title=''/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113503867572032094</id><published>2005-12-19T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:00:33.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2006...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/impressao_digital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/impressao_digital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Em 2006 aconselho que você compre uma planta, de preferência violetas, porque são minhas prediletas, além de margaridas, claro, mas pode ser outra, faça um trato, que você cuidará dela o ano inteiro, como se estivesse cuidando de si mesmo, então, procure aprender coisas sobre ela, para que possa cuidá-la exatamente do jeito que ela precisa.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu percebi, conversando com alguns amigos, que um dos maiores problemas que agente tem é não se importar com nós mesmo, sempre esperamos o melhor do outro, nos doamos totalmente pro outro, fazendo com que estes se tornem nosso único referencial e o pior nosso destino.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Em 2006 eu desejo que aprendamos mais sobre nós mesmo, não de fo&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/2006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rma egoísta, mas de forma que nos tornemos mais felizes, sabendo de fato, quem realmente somos, e que amando a nós mesmo, podemos realizar o outro e não esperar que estes completem a nossa vida, mas aprendamos a fazer uma troca.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Então cuide dessa planta, rege, deixe-a banhar-se ao sol, cuide de suas folhas, e todas as vezes que estiver triste, que alguém te jogar pra baixo ou mesmo se as situações inesperadas que a vida nos impõe tentar te esgotar, cuide dessa planta, aliás nestes dias dê maior atenção a ela, porque no tempo certo nascerão flores lindas, resultado dos cuidados que você soube dar, no tempo em que não existiam sinais que algo tão belo poderia surgir dela.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil, por isso que insisto nas violetas, estas flores não podem ser regadas de qualquer jeito ou qualquer momento, porque se não a sua base apodrece, ela gosta do sol, mas também não todo o tempo, no começo suas folhas não aparentam muita beleza, mas quando suas folhas nascem elas se transformam magicamente indescritíveis.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E assim somos nós, difíceis, com folhas feias, cheios de manias, vícios, mas temos muitas coisas boas que precisamos descobrir dentro de nós, mas isso requer tempo, determinação e muita paciência, mas quando forem reveladas, nos tornaremos melhores, mais belos e sem dúvidas completo e felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bom natal&lt;br /&gt;E um ano novo cheio de esperanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;morayx - com amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-113503867572032094?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113503867572032094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113503867572032094' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113503867572032094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113503867572032094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/12/2006.html' title='2006...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113495736148945191</id><published>2005-12-18T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:46:47.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>king kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/kong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/kong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;será que existe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um lugar seguro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um abrigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;que pudesse guardar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nosso amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não sei&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;e se eles chegassem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ainda que eu derrubasse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todos os inimigos com as mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estariamos seguros?&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;eu posso lutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;até perder o folêgo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque é por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toda razão desta luta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desta busca infinita&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;mas eu gostaria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de guardar esse lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde pudessemos ver o por do sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem dizer nenhuma palavra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apenas sentir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que nem as palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poderiam traduzir&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;queria te guardar assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pra sempre pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas e se eu não vencer esta batalha?&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;desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que você tenha alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esperando por tí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que possa te estender as mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e te faça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seguir sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o teu destino&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;porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu te amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem egoismo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;escrevi estas besteirinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;depois de ver o filme king kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que aliás é absudo de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tão lindo e maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-113495736148945191?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113495736148945191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113495736148945191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113495736148945191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113495736148945191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/12/king-kong.html' title='king kong'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113425898687088734</id><published>2005-12-10T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T19:59:01.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>medos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/Jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/Jason.jpg" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;que meus medos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;não impreçam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;de ver o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;anceio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-113425898687088734?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113425898687088734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113425898687088734' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113425898687088734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu não posso mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te pedir pra voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pra segurar minhas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pra tocar de leve meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por mais insuportável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que eu possa constatar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu ainda não te esqueci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tenho caminhando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com a sensação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que o mar secou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que o céu se apagou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que o universo foi reduzido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a quase nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no primeiro ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me perdi de mim mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feito cego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;procurando abrigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em templos vazios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no segundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;achei pequenos vestigios, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lembranças, restos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de mim mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em rios esquecidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no meio do nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no terceiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ví minha imagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;refletida neles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;então entendi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que envelheci aos poucos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que era urgente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;invitável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;renascer uma nova versão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de mim mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;naquele instante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me perdoei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na mesma medida estupida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que te amei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neste quarto ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fiz novas promeças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque não posso ficar preso a você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não quero mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;escrever cartas como essas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não quero sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a dor dos amantes perdidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que se esquecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entre a verdade e a mentira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o real e o imaginário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a paz e a loucura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o amor e o ódio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não quero mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alimentar esta enfame fantasia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este cancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que me mata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um pouco mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cada dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não quero roubar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que o destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tem de melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quero apenas reconhecer este rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;descansar em suas águas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e entender a cada dia mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorrateiramente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha imagem refletida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Ontem, sonhei com uma pessoa que eu amei, na verdade foi com quem costumo dizer que foi o grande amor da minha vida, mas que não acabou muito bem, na verdade fui traído, bom, passei o dia muito triste, porque já se passaram três anos e as vezes isso acontece, tenho sonhos e saudades, mas cansei, não quero mais isso pra mim, então acabei escrevendo esta carta e prometi pra mim mesmo que a partir de hoje não vou mais falar ou escrever sobre isso, até os grandes amores acabam e morrem, é isso que eu espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escrevi isso ouvindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Me Quite Pas com Nina Simone&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/15944411-113399638714047404?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113399638714047404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113399638714047404' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/CHARLIE1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;QUE BOM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;QUE OS DIAS RUINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;TAMBÉM PASSAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='dias...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113338742700443374</id><published>2005-11-30T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:50:27.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>desejo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/frank.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="280" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/frank.0.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/frank.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORQUE ESSE DESEJO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUE SINTO NA MINHA CARNE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É FEIO, CRIMINOSO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME TIRA DO MUNDO DOS OBEDIENTES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;morayx&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/15944411-113338742700443374?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113338742700443374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113338742700443374' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113338742700443374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113338742700443374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/desejo.html' title='desejo...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113330850706446788</id><published>2005-11-29T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:55:07.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mãos frias... mãos quentes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;as minhas mãos as vezes ficam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geladas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;como num sinal de morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;eu já corri por muitos caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e nem por isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;me tornei quem eu realmente sonha em ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;eu busco respostas nos livros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;nos filmes, nas canções nas viagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;nas loucuras da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e nada revela o que se passa no meu universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;talvez eu dance descalço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;em pleno sol e chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;daquelas que lavam a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e trazem um desconfigurado alivio ao coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;eu já abordei pessoas nas ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;eu já fui a templos budistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;eu já tentei parar de respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;como se a falta de ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pudesse revelar mensagens ocultas em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;não tem jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;porque a vida é isso mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;é uma busca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;que as vezes agente nem sabe porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;feito um veículo correndo a 200 km por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;brecando instantâneamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;num único e desesperado momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mas quando vemos as flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;as estrelas do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;as ondas do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;o encantador sorrizo de uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;deixa agente assim abestalhado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;com todo esse mistério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e tudo se torna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;menos sufocante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;menos amargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;menos nós mesmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;com as mãos excessivamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;mãos frias, mãos quentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;by morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-113330850706446788?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113330850706446788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113330850706446788' title='1 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/margarida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/margarida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;MARGARIDAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(edson morais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fecho meus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em busca de um melhor lugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dentro em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com tantos gritos que se calam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me resta apenas uma versão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;menos cotidiana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na substâncial vontade de me bastar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se por acaso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu encontrar este lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talvez meu mundo se revele por absoluto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os dias serão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como efêmeros cartões postais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com cores nunca vistas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paisagens nunca reconhecidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poesias nunca lidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chuvas de margaridas lançadas do céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como indecifráveis memórias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confortáveis de útero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com o encanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mergulhado na soberana delicadeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da eterna vontade de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em novidade de vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-113296612738973238?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113296612738973238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113296612738973238' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113296612738973238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113296612738973238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/margaridas.html' title='MARGARIDAS'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113270562616288621</id><published>2005-11-22T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:31:45.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crescer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/HP%20Calice%20de%20fogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/HP%20Calice%20de%20fogo.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crescer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;significa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;torna-se dono do seu destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mas também ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;o destino do outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;a considerar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;revista veja - 23/11/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Harry Potter e o Cálice de Fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Achei interesante o comentário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morayx&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/15944411-113270562616288621?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113270562616288621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113270562616288621' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113270562616288621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113270562616288621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/crescer.html' title='crescer...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113253825964990055</id><published>2005-11-20T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:57:39.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>heróis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/superman_simbolo_prata.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/superman_simbolo_prata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEIXE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERÓI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PADEÇA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;br /&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/15944411-113253825964990055?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113253825964990055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113253825964990055' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113253825964990055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113253825964990055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/heris.html' title='heróis...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113227655150609479</id><published>2005-11-17T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T09:32:31.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mais um ano tá chegando ao fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/uniao,%20pessoas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/uniao%2C%20pessoas.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O ano praticamente acabou, agora começa aquela história; Natal e Ano Novo, e junto com eles essa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;cobrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do que fizemos do nosso ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isso de certa forma me incomoda, porque eu sempre tenho a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sensação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de que nunca fiz nada, que não produzi nada, que sou um nada. Então, não sei se por remorço ou coisa assim, agente acaba fazendo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;mil promessas pro ano seguinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, das quais lá no fim do outro ano, agente percebe que mais uma vez não cumprimos quase nada, então o que FAZER?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma vez uma pessoa me falou que não gostava de falar de futuro, por um tempo eu até acreditei nisso, mas este é um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;outro extremo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que ao meu ver também não está certo, mas como não pensar em algo seguro, em coisas boas, coisas que realmente precisamos, sejam materiais e espirituais, mas que ao mesmo tempo não gere &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;neuroses ou decepções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; em nós?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostaria muito de ter esta resposta, acho que a melhor coisa é não fazer dos nossos planos uma &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DITADURA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, mas aprender a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;viver nossos planos com a &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;inocência&lt;/span&gt; de uma criança, com os sentidos dos cegos e com o olhar atento das aves do céu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabemos do que nossos corações precisam, e se alcançarmos exatamente isso, com certeza no próximo ano nos sentiremos mais realizados, no entando, é bom retificar esta frase; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;EXATAMENTE O QUE NOSSOS CORAÇÕES PRECISAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (note de isso é diferente de desejo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por fim, meu ano não foi tão ruim assim, alguns erros e acertos, mas foi até melhor que o anterior, mas eu quero mais, não por egoismo, mas por felicidade, eu não sei o que é felicidade, o que eu sei é que hoje, agora e neste exato momento tô muito feliz... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;quisera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;poder preservar isso o tempo todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas vamos seguir em frente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-113227655150609479?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113227655150609479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113227655150609479' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113227655150609479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113227655150609479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/mais-um-ano-t-chegando-ao-fim.html' title='mais um ano tá chegando ao fim...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113209731012367991</id><published>2005-11-15T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T20:07:09.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>só por hoje... (de renato russo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/chiquinho_dodoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/chiquinho_dodoi.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Só por hoje eu não quero mais chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Só por hoje eu espero conseguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aceitar o que passou e o que virá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Só por hoje vou me lembrar que sou feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hoje eu já sei que sou tudo o que preciso ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não preciso me desculpar e nem te convencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O mundo é radical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não sei onde estou indo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Só sei que não estou perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aprendi a viver um dia de cada vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Só por hoje eu não vou me machucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Só por hoje eu não quero me esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Que há algumas pouco vinte e quatro horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quase joguei minha vida inteira fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não, não, não, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Viver é uma dadiva fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No fim das contas ninguém sai vivo daqui mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Vamos com calma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Só por hoje eu não quero mais chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Só por hoje eu não vou me destruir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Posso até ficar triste se eu quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mas só por hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ao menos isso eu aprendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;morayx - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje eu tô melhorzinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/15944411-113209731012367991?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113209731012367991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113209731012367991' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113209731012367991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113209731012367991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/s-por-hoje-de-renato-russo.html' title='só por hoje... (de renato russo)'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113202390903304000</id><published>2005-11-14T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:10:21.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uma noite difícil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/sentir%20vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/400/sentir%20vazio.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu ando assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meio sem saber ao certo onde ir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meio vazio por dentro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como vasos sem flor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tô cansado de fazer promeças &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;das quais não sou fiel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;então vou seguindo em frente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como se de fato eu soubesse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que me espera por lá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as vezes eu odeio o jeito que eu sou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas em outros dias tenho tanto orgulho de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas como os dias podem trazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tantas versões de mim mesmo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tem noites que choro antes de dormir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez eu queira demais saber quem eu sou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se existe algo maior que tudo isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que toda essa dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que me dilacera por dentro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoje eu desisti de lutar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desisti de acreditar que tem mais coisas pela frente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de achar que sou forte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que tudo vai mudar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desisti de plantar flores no meu jardim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de acreditar que um novo amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vai indir a porta da minha casa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra ficar uma vida inteira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me perdõem se fraco sou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é que meu coração está tão cansado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feito lobos que se perdem na noite escura de verão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu só queria certeza, um gole de esperança recheadas de fé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu só queria encontrar meu irmão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ser abraçado por ele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu só queria fechar os olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ver que tudo mudou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lá fora eu vejo a lua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quantas vezes ela foi a única a me entender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quantas vezes ela me observou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pelos caminhos que escolhi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu não sei como e nem porque eu cheguei até aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu só sei que existe muita dor aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bem fundo em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agora vou dormir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e por mais que eu tente não dá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meus olhos estão marejados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como marinheiros em alto mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez amanhã quem sabe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu acorde diferente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disposto a continuar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;morayx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-113202390903304000?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113202390903304000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113202390903304000' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113202390903304000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113202390903304000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/uma-noite-difcil.html' title='uma noite difícil...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113158405124871873</id><published>2005-11-09T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:54:11.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCERRANDO CICLOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/trem.3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/trem.3.gif" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre é preciso saber quando uma etapa chega ao final. Se insistirmos em permanecer nela mais do que o tempo necessário, perdemos a alegria e o sentido das outras etapas que precisamos viver. Encerrando ciclos, fechando portas, terminando capítulos — não importa o nome que damos, o que importa é deixar no passado os momentos da vida que já se acabaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Foi despedido do trabalho? Terminou uma relação? Deixou a casa dos pais? Partiu para viver em outro país? A amizade tão longamente cultivada desapareceu sem explicações?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode passar muito tempo se perguntando por que isso aconteceu. Pode dizer para si mesmo que não dará mais um passo enquanto não entender as razões que levaram certas coisas, que eram tão importantes e sólidas em sua vida, serem subitamente transformadas em pó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tal atitude será um desgaste imenso para todos: seus pais, seu marido ou sua esposa, seus amigos, todos estarão encerrando capítulos, virando a folha, seguindo adiante, e todos sofrerão ao ver que você está parado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode estar ao mesmo tempo no presente e no passado, nem mesmo quando tentamos entender as coisas que acontecem conosco. O que passou não voltará: não podemos ser eternamente meninos, adolescentes tardios, filhos que se sentem culpados ou rancorosos com os pais, amantes que revivem noite e dia uma ligação com quem já foi embora e não tem a menor intenção de voltar. As coisas passam, e o melhor que fazemos é deixar que elas realmente possam ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é tão importante (por mais doloroso que seja!) destruir recordações, mudar de casa, dar muitas coisas para orfanatos, vender ou doar os livros que tem. Tudo neste mundo visível é uma manifestação do mundo invisível, do que está acontecendo em nosso coração — e o desfazer-se de certas lembranças significa também abrir espaço para que outras tomem o seu lugar. Deixar ir embora. Soltar. Desprender-se. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ninguém está jogando nesta vida com cartas marcadas, portanto às vezes ganhamos, e às vezes perdemos. Não espere que devolvam algo, não espere que reconheçam seu esforço, que descubram seu gênio, que entendam seu amor. Pare de ligar sua televisão emocional e assistir sempre ao mesmo programa, que mostra como você sofreu com determinada perda: isso o estará apenas envenenando, e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada mais perigoso que rompimentos amorosos que não são aceitos, promessas de emprego que não têm data marcada para começar, decisões que sempre são adiadas em nome do “momento ideal”. Antes de começar um capítulo novo, é preciso terminar o antigo: diga a si mesmo que o que passou, jamais voltará. Lembre-se de que houve uma época em que podia viver sem aquilo, sem aquela pessoa — nada é insubstituível, um hábito não é uma necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encerrando ciclos. Não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade, ou por soberba, mas porque simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixa mais na sua vida. Feche a porta, mude o disco, limpe a casa, sacuda a poeira. Deixe de ser quem era, e se transforme em quem é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi deste texto que resolvi nomear o meu blogger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na verdade não sei quem escreveu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas tem muita verdade aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;tenho orgulho de ser quem sou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/trem.2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-113158405124871873?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113158405124871873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113158405124871873' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113158405124871873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113158405124871873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/encerrando-ciclos.html' title='ENCERRANDO CICLOS...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113141304042837217</id><published>2005-11-07T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:31:20.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>até os GRANDES amores acabam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/faq.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="302" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/faq.gif" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;QUEM É VOCÊ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;QUE ME ACOLHE A ALMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;ME PERTURBA A CALMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;E ME FAZ INFINITAMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe aquelas coisas que agente escreve&lt;br /&gt;quando tá apaixonado?&lt;br /&gt;pois é eu escrevi isso pra um grande amor da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;mas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;até os grandes amores acabam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hoje eu estava limpando umas coisas e encontrei isso&lt;br /&gt;Bom... como dizia um certo poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AS CARTAS DE AMOR SÃO RICÍCULAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;acho que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pra época fazia muito sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo porque, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;era realmente o que eu sentia&lt;br /&gt;mas, como a vida também é feita de lembranças&lt;br /&gt;achei bacana publicá-la aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;morayx&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/15944411-113141304042837217?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113141304042837217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113141304042837217' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113141304042837217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113141304042837217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/at-os-grandes-amores-acabam.html' title='até os GRANDES amores acabam...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113132468031090439</id><published>2005-11-06T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:35:41.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Familia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/NIVER%20PAULINHA%20-%20FAM??LIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="349" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/400/NIVER%20PAULINHA%20-%20FAM%3F%3FLIA.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom esta é minha família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mami, Paulinha (minha Irmã) e Eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Temos muito em comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Somos estressados, mas sensíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cada um tem suas histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Algumas perdas e ganhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas somos felizes assim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Estamos a procura de nós mesmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;E todos os dias nos conhecemos um pouco mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;É muito bom saber que temos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uns aos Outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Melhor ainda é sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que no fundo não estamos sozinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque temos uma ligação de sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;De amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;E por fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morayx&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/15944411-113132468031090439?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113132468031090439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113132468031090439' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113132468031090439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113132468031090439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/familia.html' title='Familia...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113124647484842856</id><published>2005-11-05T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:07:54.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sobre a depressão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;o que é a depressão...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;quem somos afinal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;porque chegamos até aqui, neste estado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;talvez seja isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; que tantos psicologos tentam nos mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;se é valido ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;realmente não sei dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;mas viver todo este estado caótico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;me dá uma certa agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;uma vontade imensurável de correr, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;não qro esgotar minhas chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;só qro saber quem sou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;sem teorias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;esquisitices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;ou fórmulas mágicas pra se recompor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;ser apenas o que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;ou melhor... descobrir quem sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;acho que isso é o que vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;isso é viver a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;morayx&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/15944411-113124647484842856?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113124647484842856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113124647484842856' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113124647484842856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113124647484842856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/sobre-depresso.html' title='sobre a depressão...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113123948852252949</id><published>2005-11-05T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:05:39.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/fim.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" height="259" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/fim.1.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algumas historias se resolvem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em alguns dias,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outras em alguns anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e algumas, em outras vidas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Esta frase eu tirei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;do último capítulo da novela &lt;strong&gt;América&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;eu não acredito em reencarnação, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;mas achei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;interessante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;e de certa forma verdadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(confuso né..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;me fez lembrar de uma história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;mal resolvida na minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;já passou, não dói mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;mas seu eu pudesse, gostaria muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;de resolver da forma que deveria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;ter sido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morayx&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/15944411-113123948852252949?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113123948852252949/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113107097392640108</id><published>2005-11-03T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:25:17.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sobre o amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/JOAOCOUTINHO-BANCO.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/JOAOCOUTINHO-BANCO.0.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você precisa de alguém para ser feliz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;isso não é amor é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;carência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Se você é capaz de fazer qualquer coisa para ter essa pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;isso não é amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;falta de amor próprio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Se você acredita que "ruim com ela, pior sem ela"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;e mantém um relacionamento que já acabou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;isso não é amor é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;dependência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Se você acha que o outro te pertence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;isso não é amor é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;posse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Se você não sente desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;mas gosta de estar com a pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Isso não é amor é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;reinvente-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;PERDOA-SE NA MEDIDA QUE SE AMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-113107097392640108?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113107097392640108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113107097392640108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113107097392640108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113107097392640108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/11/sobre-o-amor.html' title='sobre o amor...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113037185562857106</id><published>2005-10-26T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:14:50.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quais as chances de mudar meu destino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Com quais das minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Posso rasgar o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Em que direção meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Devem buscar respostas neste infinito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando o sol já não nasce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Da forma que enchergávamos antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Será que foi o tempo que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou o coração que me fez mais faminto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Antes tudo era pequeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Meus pés eram pequenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Meus passos eram menos distantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Então porque tudo muda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Até os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu tenho medo do acaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas tenho tanta vontade de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;De ver o universo prostrado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Diante da minha felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;De ver naufragar toda dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Toda incerteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Toda vontade de ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Toda agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Toda vontade de te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Te sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Te tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;e apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bastar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morayx&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' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-113019732467348956</id><published>2005-10-24T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:59:57.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>das lembranças que eu trago na vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/JOAOCOUTINHO-BANCO.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Segunda feira, hoje passei o dia em casa, afinal ontem trabalhei na votação do Referendo, dormi quase o dia todo, estava muito cansado, no final da tarde dei um pulo na Locadora e me deparei com o DVD da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANA CAROLINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, mais do que depressa aluguei... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;MARAVILHOSO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mas teve uma música que foi arrebatadora, o barato é que ela não me fez lembrar de ninguem, não sei se isso é bom ou ruim, eu já amei tanto, já fiz loucuras, escrevi cartas de amor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(as ridículas, como dizia Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, já chorei, fiz de tudo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que cada amor tem a sua intensidade, a sua verdade, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o lugar e o momento exato dentro do nosso coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, é obvio que tem uma pessoa que eu amei muito mais que todas as outras, tenho lembranças, saudades, histórias pra contar, coisas lindas pra lembrar, e outras muito tristes que as vezes fazem com que deixemos de acreditar nas pessoas e o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no amor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como sempre digo, vamos seguir o vento... continuar remando... tem muita coisa pela frente... e se acaso um novo amor acontecer... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE SEJA BEM VINDO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom a &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na qual eu falei é essa aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;OUTRA VEZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(isolda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi o maior dos meus casos&lt;br /&gt;De todos os abraços o que eu nunca esqueci&lt;br /&gt;Você foi dos amores que eu tive&lt;br /&gt;O mais complicado e o mais simples pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi o melhor dos meus erros&lt;br /&gt;A mais estranha história que alguém já escreveu&lt;br /&gt;E é por essas e outras que a minha saudade&lt;br /&gt;Faz lembrar de tudo outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi a mentira sincera&lt;br /&gt;Brincadeira mais séria que me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Você foi o caso mais antigo&lt;br /&gt;O amor mais amigo que me apareceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das lembranças que eu trago na vida&lt;br /&gt;Você é a saudade que eu gosto de ter&lt;br /&gt;Só assim sinto você bem perto de mim outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci de tentar te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi te querer por querer&lt;br /&gt;Decidi te lembrar quantas vezes eu tenha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi toda a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Você foi a maldade que só me fez bem&lt;br /&gt;Você foi o melhor dos meus planos&lt;br /&gt;E o pior dos enganos que eu pude fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das lembranças que eu trago na vida&lt;br /&gt;Você é a saudade que eu gosto de ter&lt;br /&gt;Só assim sinto você bem perto de mim outra vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;pra quem &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;não &lt;/span&gt;sabe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;esta canção foi gravada originalmente por Roberto Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;by &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;morayx&lt;/span&gt;&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/15944411-113019732467348956?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/113019732467348956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=113019732467348956' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113019732467348956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/113019732467348956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/10/das-lembranas-que-eu-trago-na-vida.html' title='das lembranças que eu trago na vida...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112994476842262912</id><published>2005-10-21T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T21:32:48.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Que os dragões sejam moinhos de vento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/quixote_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/quixote_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu sempre gostei de Dom Quixote, me lembro que a primeira vez que tive referência dele, foi num dos episódios do Sítio do Pica Pau Amarelo, isso lá na década de 80. Já naquela época eu fiquei fascinado com a loucura do sujeito, anos depois eu li a obra por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loucura sempre mexeu comigo, sempre me perguntei o que leva uma pessoa normal a chegar neste estado, e o que há por de trás de tanta falta de senso de realidade, talvez todos nós temos uma loucura coletiva, de acreditar que a vida é isso mesmo que agente vê, de acreditar que as coisas caracterizadas como certas pelo mundo fazem parte desta santa lucidez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, eu tenho medo de perder o senso, perder a lucidez de confundir os moinhos de vento com dragões, de achar que o mundo me persegue que a donzela sempre estará em perigo e que serei seu herói, não só para ela, mas para o mundo inteiro, tenho medo de falhar, porque eu não sou louco o suficiente pra acreditar que eu tudo posso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem uma coisa que me intriga na estória de Quixote, a amizade com seu companheiro - Sancho Pança, ele compartilha toda loucura, mesmo não acreditando e o mais absurdo é que no fundo ele acredita, e segue seu amigo por onde quer que ele vá, com tanta fidelidade que é tão poético e assustador ao mesmo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me perguntei - o que significa isso? Hoje eu acredito que seu parceiro era seu lado lúcido que sempre o puxava para a realidade, mas este lado, nunca está em nós, mas no outro, mas tenho uma preocupação aqui, é quando você não sabe mais quais dos lados estão classificados nesta história, como se já não soubéssemos mais o que é luz ou trevas, porque até Sancho Pança se perdeu da realidade uma vez que acreditou nas loucuras do cara, afinal, ninguém é perfeito, mas o que seria de Quixote sem seu amigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos de amigos que nos tragam para a lucidez, mesmo que estejamos embriagados pela loucura, pra que não vaguemos pela vida sem destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;morayx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/15944411-112994476842262912?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112994476842262912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112994476842262912' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112994476842262912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112994476842262912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/10/que-os-drages-sejam-moinhos-de-vento.html' title='Que os dragões sejam moinhos de vento...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112950014236535768</id><published>2005-10-16T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:21:56.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é Dia de Maria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/Maria1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/Maria1.gif" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O MUNDO NÃO VAI ACABAR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POR CAUSA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAS GUERRAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAS PELA FALÊNCIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOS CORAÇÕES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;extraído da minisérie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hoje é Dia de Maria - segunda jornada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morayx&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/15944411-112950014236535768?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112950014236535768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112950014236535768' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112950014236535768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112950014236535768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/10/hoje-dia-de-maria.html' title='Hoje é Dia de Maria...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112923277422935518</id><published>2005-10-13T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:59:00.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dia quente...</title><content type='html'>Apesar do calor os dias tem sido muito especiais pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;É bom ter as coisas sobre controle novamente,&lt;br /&gt;É bom seguir em frente e sentir&lt;br /&gt;que coisas novas estão acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;É bom sentir-se me paz&lt;br /&gt;É bom ter amigos ainda mais perto...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje recebi esta mensagem por email,&lt;br /&gt;dizem que esta frase é do Luiz Fernando Veríssimo,&lt;br /&gt;Se realmente é, eu não sei,&lt;br /&gt;Porque infelizmente nem tudo o que agente conhece pela net é verdadeiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;PROS ERROS HÁ PERDÃO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;PROS FRACASSOS, CHANCE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;PROS AMORES IMPOSSÍVEIS, TEMPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;DE NADA ADIANTE CERCAR UM CORAÇÃO VAZIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;OU ECONOMIZAR ALMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;UM ROMANCE CUJO FIM É INSTANTÂNEO OU IDOLOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;NÃO É ROMANCE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;NÃO DEIXE QUE A SAUDADE SUFOQUE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;QUE A ROTINA ACOMODE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;QUE O MEDO IMPEÇA DE TENTAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;morayx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom olhar pra tráz e admirar a vida que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;soubemos fazer... (nando reis)&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/15944411-112923277422935518?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112923277422935518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112923277422935518' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112923277422935518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112923277422935518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-quente.html' title='dia quente...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112908324199830168</id><published>2005-10-11T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:25:48.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>homem de pequena fé...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/eu....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/eu....jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por um tempo eu deixei de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;De correr atrás de borboletas&lt;br /&gt;Como fazia na infância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenha me perdido no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Como nas noites em que andávamos de bicicletas&lt;br /&gt;Nas cidades do Interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu ainda tenha medo do futuro&lt;br /&gt;Com aquela sensação de criança&lt;br /&gt;Ao dormir no escuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu ainda estou procurando respostas&lt;br /&gt;Das quais não sei ao certo&lt;br /&gt;O porque de tantas perguntas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estou procurando um amor&lt;br /&gt;Pra vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estou procurando meu destino&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Esteja cansado de andar&lt;br /&gt;Neste imenso caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda acredito nas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por isso&lt;br /&gt;Que eu esteja rodeado&lt;br /&gt;De verdadeiros e eternos amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me virando do melhor jeito que posso&lt;br /&gt;Assim como pipas&lt;br /&gt;Soltos ao vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuo de pé&lt;br /&gt;Como alguém que se perde neste vasto mar azul&lt;br /&gt;Não sabendo ao certo&lt;br /&gt;Onde é o céu ou o mar&lt;br /&gt;Porque um reflete ao outro&lt;br /&gt;E tudo se confunde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu creio que lá na frente&lt;br /&gt;Existem coisas melhores pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu seja um homem&lt;br /&gt;De pequena fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuo remando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(morayx)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje eu tô carenta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"coragem... é só dar o primeiro passo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje é Dia de Maria - segunda jornada&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/15944411-112908324199830168?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112908324199830168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112908324199830168' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112908324199830168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112908324199830168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/10/homem-de-pequena-f.html' title='homem de pequena fé...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112847948264071405</id><published>2005-10-04T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:56:20.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saudades... de Renato Russo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/RENATO1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/RENATO.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje falei muito de mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;e isso me fez lembrar de um cara que sempre me identifiquei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;é esse maluco aí... Pra quem não conhece este é Renato Russo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Acredita que tenho saudades dele que loucura né,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ele sempre dizia que o mundo não era pra ele as vezes concordo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Eu sempre esperava um novo disco dele Nossa era muito bom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A primeira vez que eu ouvi a música &lt;strong&gt;29&lt;/strong&gt; eu pirei, chorei,  me senti bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tive vontade de fugir, reagir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;de viver de novo e de existir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Porque era tudo o que eu estava vivendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mas... assim como Renato escreveu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;29 anjos me saudaram... e tive 29 amigos outra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VINTE E NOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(renato russo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdi vinte em vinte e nove amizades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por conta de uma pedra em minhas mãos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embriaguei morrendo vinte e nove vezes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou aprendendo a viver sem você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já que você não me quer mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passei vinte e nove meses num navio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E vinte e nove dias na prisão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E aos vinte e nove com o retorno de saturno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decidi começar a viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você deixou de me amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi a perdoar e a pedir perdão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E vinte e nove anjos me saudaram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tive vinte e nove amigos outra vez &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112847948264071405?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112847948264071405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112847948264071405' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112847948264071405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112847948264071405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/10/saudades-de-renato-russo.html' title='saudades... de Renato Russo...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112826707891111283</id><published>2005-10-02T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:35:49.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>imutáveis... será???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“... Tenho muito medo de não ter um objetivo final. De me resignar às minhas limitações. De me dizer que fiz o que pude que todo mundo é limitado, eu também. Ficamos mais modestos, buscamos simplesmente nos contentar conosco por enquanto. Acabamos entendendo que isso não dura mais...”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li hoje, essa frase na Folha de São Paulo, do escritor chamado &lt;strong&gt;Michel Houellebecq&lt;/strong&gt;, pra ser honesto não conheço nada sobre este cara, mas o que me chamou a atenção é o fato da preocupação que ele nos alerta em aceitarmos que sempre vamos nos bastar, de acreditar que certas coisas sempre se encerram, mas será que realmente as coisas da vida tem um fim em si mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acreditamos que chegamos há alguns limites, e que dali pra frente não existe mais nada por fazer, e talvez seja este o medo que o escritor demonstra e talvez, mesmo que inconsciente, seja o nosso também, o de aceitar todas as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não acredito nisso, creio sim, num delírio do coração, que faz com que nos silenciamos, mas no fim, por mais que acreditamos que tudo é imutável, sempre resta alguma coisa dentro de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que sentimentos são substituídos por outros de grande valor, mas vale ressaltar, outras verdades que dão lugar aqueles que tanto fizeram sentidos dentro de nós, a lei da substituição, mas não do esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Domingo, dia chuvoso.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que quando chove muito&lt;br /&gt;É porque Deus está triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Morayx&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/15944411-112826707891111283?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112826707891111283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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dias... minhas noites sem dormir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem foi um dia difícil, minha vó apagou de repente tivemos que sair correndo, uma loucura, bom resumindo, ela acabou sendo internada, com complicações cardiacas, então rolou uma insonia... uma preocupação, misturada com um medo... me deu uma vontade de falar com alguém... já era muito tarde... não deu... as vezes os amigos somem... então foi essa forma que eu encontrei pra desabafar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pega minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Afaga esse dor&lt;br /&gt;Divide essas rugas, esse tempo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa doer mais em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escute as batidas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-o pulsar&lt;br /&gt;Num ritmo ameno&lt;br /&gt;Como valsas em noites de verão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem caminhar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Como nos meus primeiros passos&lt;br /&gt;Para sentir o vento&lt;br /&gt;Os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;A insustentável leveza&lt;br /&gt;De vontade de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para mim&lt;br /&gt;Veja com os olhos meus&lt;br /&gt;Regue esta retina&lt;br /&gt;Com rosas e jasmim&lt;br /&gt;Para enxergar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Muito além do que os olhos podem ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encoste teu ombro cansado no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Para que suas forças se multipliquem&lt;br /&gt;Porque não quero ver&lt;br /&gt;O fechar eterno dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não posso ser egoista&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda não estou preparado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero te ver sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Feito meninas com rosas entre os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Em dia de festa de São João&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta para casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;agora tá tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ela voltou pra casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/15944411-112812569341834289?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112812569341834289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112812569341834289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112812569341834289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112812569341834289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/meus-dias-minhas-noites-sem-dormir.html' title='meus dias... minhas noites sem dormir...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112784392771076874</id><published>2005-09-27T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:12:25.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ensaio sobre a loucura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/LOUCURA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/LOUCURA.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MINHA LOUCURA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(edson morais)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peito aberto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arranca esta ferida&lt;br /&gt;Deste dia triste que parece não ter fim&lt;br /&gt;Inventa outras histórias&lt;br /&gt;Para que novas alegrias renasçam em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coração cansado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dorme de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu não precise vagar&lt;br /&gt;Nesta &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loucura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; intensa&lt;br /&gt;Porque é preciso aprender a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto esta ferida sangra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Meu Deus, meu Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ensine a viver&lt;br /&gt;Com a esperança dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loucos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que não se preocupam&lt;br /&gt;Em esconder a agonia&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida insiste em trazer&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas seguem em frente&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhados em sonhos absurdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Minha Vó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe esquecer o caminho de casa&lt;br /&gt;Me inunde de abraços sempre&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu não tenha a sensação&lt;br /&gt;De estar sozinho neste mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mas faça desse nosso cansaço um abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu irmão, minha metade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Porque você se foi?&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;Saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;inesgotável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loucura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112784392771076874?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112784392771076874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112784392771076874' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112784392771076874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112784392771076874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/ensaio-sobre-loucura.html' title='ensaio sobre a loucura...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112778211939787291</id><published>2005-09-26T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:11:43.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Metade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/lua.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;METADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oswaldo montenegro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me impeça de ver o que anseio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que a morte de tudo que acredito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me tape os ouvidos e a boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas a outra metade é silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a música que eu ouço ao longe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seja linda ainda que triste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que a mulher que eu amo seja sempre amada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo que distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a outra metade é saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sejam ouvidas como prece &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem repetidas com fervor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apenas respeitadas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como a única coisa que resta a um homem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inundado de sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu ouço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas a outra metade é o que calo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que essa tensão que me corroe por dentro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seja um dia recompensada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu penso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a outra metade é um vulcão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que o convívio comigo mesmo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se torne ao menos suportável &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O doce sorriso que eu me lembro de ter dado na infância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A outra metade eu não sei... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para me fazer aquietar o espírito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque metade de mim é abrigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas a outra metade é cansaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo que ela não saiba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que ninguém a tente complicar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque é preciso simplicidade para fazê-la florescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque metade de mim é a platéia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a outra metade, a canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que minha loucura seja perdoada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque metade de mim é amor e a outra metade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Hoje tá tão friozinho... gotoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;do jeitinho que eu gosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Morayx&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/15944411-112778211939787291?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112778211939787291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112778211939787291' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112778211939787291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112778211939787291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/metade.html' title='Metade...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112769296976685083</id><published>2005-09-25T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:07:28.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CASA PRÉ FABRICADA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meu final de semana foi bem agitado, fui ao show do Ed Motta (que não foi muito legal), saí com minha prima, fui a igreja etc... Foi bacana passar o dia com minha prima, ela é divertida e tal, pena que está nessa fase ruim... mas ela vai ficar bem... assistimos o novo dvd da Maria Rita e simplismente só ouvimos e assistimos esta canção que está abaixo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É interessante mas só hoje eu percebi que eu tô muito bem, com paz de espírito, eu sei que se apaixonar estar com alguém é muito importante, fora que completa a vida da gente, eu até tentei de novo, mas mais uma vez o destino não me foi favorável, mas o que importa é que eu tô feliz, e enquanto estou só, vou aprender mais sobre mim mesmo... esta música não me causou dor, mas a frase TRISTEZA NUNCA MAIS, me deixou tão forte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;CASA PRÉ-FABRICADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(marcelo camelo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abre os teus armários&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu estou a te esperar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para ver deitar o sol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sobre os teus braços castos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cobre a culpa vã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;até amanhã eu vou ficar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e fazer do teu sorriso um abrigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Canta que é no canto que eu vou chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Canta o teu encanto que é pra me encantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Canta para mim, qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que explique a minha paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tristeza nunca mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vale o meu pranto que esse canto em solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nessa espera o mundo gira em linhas tortas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abre essa janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a primavera quer entrar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pra fazer da nossa voz uma só nota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Canta que é no canto que eu vou chegar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta o teu encanto que é pra me encantar&lt;br /&gt;Canta para mim, qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;br /&gt;Que explique a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza nunca mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112769296976685083?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112769296976685083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112769296976685083' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112769296976685083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112769296976685083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/casa-pr-fabricada.html' title='CASA PRÉ FABRICADA...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112717265066699922</id><published>2005-09-19T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:13:03.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Este sou eu com três anos de idade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/01.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu não sei bem ao certo, que tipo de pessoa me tornei, eu sempre pensei em ser alguém diferente do que hoje sou mas aprendi a me aceitar dessa forma, às vezes não sei bem pra onde estou indo, mas sei muito bem o que eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô aprendendo a gostar mais de mim mesmo, desde pequeno tenho essa cara de emburrado, mas a vida sorri pra mim, e mesmo quando tudo parece escuro, nebuloso eu sempre me reinvento e me torno uma pessoa melhor do que era antes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tô aprendendo a reavaliar minhas escolhas, meu caminho, minha loucura e meu destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já reparou que as estrelas brilham tendo como pano de fundo a escuridão do céu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(olha eu aqui falando de estrelas novamente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão significa o oculto, o incerto, a insegurança, a cegueira, a morte, mas é neste contexto que as estrelas sobressaem, é assim que sigo meu caminho, não importa a escuridão, não importa se às vezes eu não sei bem quem sou, mas como as estrelas eu vou brilhar e não vou me perder nesta infinita escuridão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by morayx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112717265066699922?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112717265066699922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112717265066699922' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112717265066699922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112717265066699922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/este-sou-eu-com-trs-anos-de-idade.html' title='Este sou eu com três anos de idade...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112717109459040324</id><published>2005-09-19T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:00:04.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Além do Horizonte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/aj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/aj1.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Além do Horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(roberto e erasmo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Além do horizonte existe um lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bonito e tranqüilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra gente se amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se você não vem comigo nada disso tem valor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De que vale o paraíso sem amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se você não vem comigo tudo isso vai ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No horizonte esperando por nós dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112717109459040324?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112717109459040324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112717109459040324' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112717109459040324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112717109459040324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/alm-do-horizonte.html' title='Além do Horizonte...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112672701770603853</id><published>2005-09-14T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:02:35.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a questão do PT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/pt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/pt.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUANDO FAZEMOS UM PACTO COM O DIABO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ELE SEMPRE VOLTA PRA NOS ASSOMBRAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112672701770603853?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112672701770603853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112672701770603853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112672701770603853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112672701770603853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/sobre-questo-do-pt.html' title='Sobre a questão do PT'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112656642259634873</id><published>2005-09-12T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:13:55.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana ruim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta semana tá Foda...&lt;br /&gt;Tô com o coração apertado...&lt;br /&gt;Tô me sentindo só...&lt;br /&gt;Eu caminhei por esse caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não vou repetir esta história&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu goste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 71px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="329" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/11.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do barulho da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem que passar...&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar pra dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque as coisas não vão ficar assim&lt;br /&gt;Sou de capricórnio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e eu sei muito bem como lutar&lt;br /&gt;Essa ferida vai doer&lt;br /&gt;Porque é através da dor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que este sangue vai estancar&lt;br /&gt;As flores do meu jardim ainda estão por crescer&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que os meus olhos não vejam&lt;br /&gt;Tem ali um belo jardim&lt;br /&gt;Tem alí flores pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Morayx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112656642259634873?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112656642259634873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112656642259634873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112656642259634873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112656642259634873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/semana-ruim.html' title='Semana ruim...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112656498118115982</id><published>2005-09-12T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:04:18.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/abolsaamarela1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/abolsaamarela1.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As vezes agente quer muito uma coisa e então acha que vai querer a vida toda. Mas aí o tempo passa, e o tempo é o tipo de sujeito que adora mudar tudo. Um dia ele muda você e pronto. Você enjoa de ser pequena e vai querer crescer..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Extraído do Livro - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bolsa Amarela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que conta a história de uma menina que entra em conflito consigo mesma e com a família ao reprimir três grandes vontades (que ela esconde numa bolsa amarela); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vontade de ser gente grande, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a de ter nascido menino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e a de se tornar escritora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma aventura espiritual entre o mundo real e o imaginário, um caminho que ela percorre para se afirmar enquanto pessoa, É BONITINHO vale a pena ler... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112656498118115982?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112656498118115982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112656498118115982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112656498118115982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112656498118115982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/sobre-o-tempo.html' title='Sobre o tempo...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112647418151382016</id><published>2005-09-11T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:19:27.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canções... Djavan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/040909_djavan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/040909_djavan2.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro &lt;strong&gt;Djavan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade creci ouvindo este cantor,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me lembro que num período da minha vida, minha mãe vivia sentada&lt;br /&gt;No sofá, ouvindo &lt;strong&gt;Faltando um Pedaço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sabe aquela que começa assim... o amor é um grande laço um passo pra uma armadilha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chorava, chorava, chorava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então todas as vezes que ouço esta música lembro disso...&lt;br /&gt;Por quem ela chorava??? não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez pelo meu Pai (porque ela é mãe solteira)&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por um outro amor, não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tive coragem de perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu lembro que as vezes eu também chorava por vê-la assim...&lt;br /&gt;Porque??? também não sei dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom a música que eu mais gosto do Djavan&lt;br /&gt;Chama-se &lt;strong&gt;MAR A VISTA...&lt;/strong&gt; que diz assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU NÃO SEI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O QUE SERÁ DE MIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU NÃO SEI E NADA ME IMPORTA SABER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU SÓ SEI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUE HAVIA UM MAR A VISTA, LINDO ALÍ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOCÊ PASSOU ASSIM POR MIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E EU ME PERDI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letra é só isso mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu tenho 32 anos...&lt;br /&gt;Na época em que minha mãe chorava&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que ela tinha uns 27 anos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112647418151382016?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112647418151382016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112647418151382016' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112647418151382016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112647418151382016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/canes-djavan.html' title='Canções... Djavan...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112630213118725008</id><published>2005-09-09T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:32:37.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean Paul Sartre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... não sou responsável pelo que os outros fizeram de mim, mas sou responsável com o que faço com aquilo que os outros fizeram de mim..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean Paul Sartre&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a questão do estupro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forte né...!?!?!?&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/15944411-112630213118725008?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112630213118725008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112630213118725008' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112630213118725008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112630213118725008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/jean-paul-sartre.html' title='Jean Paul Sartre'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112622303506128329</id><published>2005-09-08T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:43:55.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feriado... 7 de setembro...</title><content type='html'>Feriado... fui no Sesc Pinheiros... na Fnac... e no Bassa...&lt;br /&gt;na Fnac eu ouvi esta canção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eu posso esquecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Para ser mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mas não vou mudar nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;De tudo o que eu fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;É só não pensar em nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Como a melhor parte de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E eu quero chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A um dia eu dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;De tanto ficar só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Vivo bem sem você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Gal Costa...&lt;/span&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/15944411-112622303506128329?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112622303506128329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112622303506128329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622303506128329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622303506128329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/feriado-7-de-setembro.html' title='feriado... 7 de setembro...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112622200271211435</id><published>2005-09-08T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:05:18.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre Van Gogh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/add.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/add.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/add.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu adoro as pinturas de Van Gogh, sempre admirei, até que um dia resolvi conhecer um pouco da vida do cara, e me deparei com uma história surpreendente humana, que fala sobre os limites do amor e da loucura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicent Van Gogh, viveu entre 1853 a 1890, era pobre, mas recebia apoio financeiro do seu irmão Théo, o pintor tinha um certo desajuste, na verdade ele era considera esquizofrênico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele tinha muita compaixão pelas pessoas pobres, tentou até ser pastor, não só com o objetivo de ajudar os outros, mas também uma forma de fugir das inquietações do coração, mas não deu certo, porque ele começou a ajudar prostitutas, e acabou sendo expulso da Igreja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez ele se apaixonou por uma prostituta, mas infelizmente sua paixão não era correspondida, num ataque de loucura, Vincent acabou cortando parte da orelha e deu de presente pra ela. (que coisa já penso??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas as coisas ruins não param por aí, várias vezes ele foi internado por crises de loucura. Um dia, enquanto pintava ao ar livre, deu um tiro no peito, o ferimento não parecia ser muito grave, foi internado mais uma vez, mas depois de dois dias, Vicent teve uma crise e acabou falecendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia antes de sua morte, fez um quadro, que particularmente é o meu preferido, chamado Céus Estrelados (starry night), detalhe, ele pintou sem ver a cidade, e só com as mãos, pois estava num lugar fechado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que a arte é uma coisa muito subjetiva, mas pra mim as estrelas de Van Gogh são como janelas para o mundo obscuro da morte, é como se ele soubesse que era o fim da linha, e o que mais me emociona neste quadro é o vazio da cidade, porque a morte é sempre assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vc já perdeu alguém quem ama muito vai entender o que eu digo, quando alguém morre a cidade pode ter milhões de habitantes, mas é como se não houvessem mais ninguém alí, agente fica vagando pelas ruas da cidade olhando pro céu tentando entender essas coisas, será que as pessoas se transformam em estrelas? dizem elas são astros luminosos que deixam de existir, mas por determinado tempo ainda mantém o seu brilho, por isso são vistos a olho nú, talvez seja por isso que eu gosto tanto de estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma última curiosidade, é que enquanto Van Gogh, esteve vivo, não conseguiu vender nenhum de seus quadros, e hoje, os preços são absurdos, (vai enter essas coisas) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Existe um cantor chamado Shades Apard, que fez uma música inspirado na história deste quadro, eu já lí a tradução dela, mas, infelizmente eu não a encontrei pra colocar aqui no blogger, mas não vou desistir, assim que eu achar eu pub&lt;/span&gt;lico.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112622200271211435?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112622200271211435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112622200271211435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622200271211435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622200271211435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/sobre-van-gogh.html' title='Sobre Van Gogh...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112622167422970991</id><published>2005-09-08T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:21:14.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Setembro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi esta mensagem em setembro de 2003, de uma amiga que na ocasião trabalha comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“...Que setembro e o resto do ano seja bom,&lt;br /&gt;Que seja calmo, mas não entediante,&lt;br /&gt;Iluminado, mas não ofuscante para os nossos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Que traga exatamente o que nossos corações desejam&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem termos consciência do que realmente queremos...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o que desejo a todos, lembrando que a primavera está chegando, apesar que eu adoro o frio, mas adoro acima de tudo viver... e que realmente nossos corações alcancem o que tanto procuramos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112622167422970991?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112622167422970991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112622167422970991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622167422970991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622167422970991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/setembro.html' title='Setembro...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112622136848877815</id><published>2005-09-08T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:10:44.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o maldade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pessoas ruins &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                           também envelhecem...&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/15944411-112622136848877815?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112622136848877815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112622136848877815' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622136848877815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622136848877815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/sobre-o-maldade.html' title='Sobre o maldade...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112622105627687399</id><published>2005-09-08T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:53:39.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre os amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/AMIZADE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/320/AMIZADE.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sábado passado (27/08), estava conversando com um amigo, sobre relacionamentos amorosos, na verdade falávamos da falta de sorte no amor, da solidão, de como essas coisas incomodam e de certa forma machucam e mudam a vida da gente, aí o cara me falou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edson a vida é assim mesmo, engole a seco, afinal você já passou por piores, ou faça como eu, engole com brigadeiro (porque naquele momento ele comia brigadeiros – aliás o Samuel tá sempre comendo isso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei linda esta frase (que bobagem né) porque naquele momento foi a frase que fez toda diferença, me pôs pra cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, chegamos a conclusão, que acima das relações amorosas existe algo que ninguém pode tirar de nós que é a amizade, sabemos que uma coisa não compensa a outra, mas um grande amigo, no momento certo, cura qualquer ferida, mesmo que seja só por instantes, mas faz toda diferença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel obrigado por você existir, você sabe que eu torço por você, e outra sai dessa não deixe as circunstâncias ruins da vida destruírem seu coração, você é um presente de Deus pra mim.... (quanta melação heim!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus amigos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniela (minha eterna menina), Yague (vc não tem noção o quanto eu te considero cara), Yasmin (a super poderosa que ainda não descobriu os seus poderes), Francisco Coti (por onde você anda!), Lilica (minha Anita), Marinalva (saudades daqueles tempos), Felipe (se cuida moleque), Ricardo (meu grande parceiro), Kromo (um dia te visito em Portugal), Artur Zek (não some não, temos muito o que falar), Davi (vichi), Gisela (minha prima).... todos vocês, cada um com suas particularidades, uns mais próximos, outros, pela circunstâncias da vida mais distantes, são um presentão do Deus pra mim...&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/15944411-112622105627687399?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112622105627687399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112622105627687399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622105627687399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622105627687399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/sobre-os-amigos.html' title='Sobre os amigos...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112622160635673570</id><published>2005-09-01T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:07:21.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barulho de chuva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;São Paulo, 1 de setembro de 2005...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/CHUVA2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/CHUVA.gif" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoje acordei com barulho de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque mas me fez bem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era como se de uma certa forma&lt;br /&gt;Ela pudesse limpar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que estava sujo em mim&lt;br /&gt;O rancor, as mágoas, os pecados, o vazio, a raiva&lt;br /&gt;E as incontáveis coisas que se acumulam no coração &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas não deveriam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não quero falar deste universo obscuro e melancólico&lt;br /&gt;Que habitam aqui dentro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero falar da&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que é a certeza das coisas que não se vêem,&lt;br /&gt;Da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que os amores serão sempre possíveis,&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de transformar toda dor ou tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Numa incontestável alegria,&lt;br /&gt;E do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que move e renova todas as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que Deus me despertou hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Morayx&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/15944411-112622160635673570?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112622160635673570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112622160635673570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622160635673570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112622160635673570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/09/barulho-de-chuva.html' title='Barulho de chuva...'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112553906668457991</id><published>2005-08-31T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:44:26.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases - Thomas Roth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/1600/snoopy_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6656/1494/200/snoopy_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.SONHOS NÃO MORREM, DORMEM&lt;br /&gt;ESPERAM O INVERNO PASSAR&lt;br /&gt;SE ESCONDEM NAS TREVAS DA ALMA&lt;br /&gt;ATÉ O SOL RETORNAR&lt;br /&gt;ESTÃO EM PAISAGENS DISTANTES&lt;br /&gt;VIAJAM DENTRO DE NÓS..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Roth é um compositor não muito conhecido ainda,&lt;br /&gt;esta frase na verdade é um pedaço de uma canção&lt;br /&gt;que infelizmente não sei o nome... mas achei muito lindo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15944411-112553906668457991?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112553906668457991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112553906668457991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112553906668457991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15944411/posts/default/112553906668457991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/2005/08/frases-thomas-roth.html' title='Frases - Thomas Roth'/><author><name>as_estrelas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794269598536913654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944411.post-112545625155956877</id><published>2005-08-30T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:45:25.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Para um grande amor que nunca aconteceu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra quem me conhece sabe que eu adoro escrever... acabei escrevendo estas besteirinhas a pouco tempo... mas fiquem tranquilos... estou muito bem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;PARA UM GRANDE AMOR&lt;br /&gt;QUE NUNCA ACONTECEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu não sei porque&lt;br /&gt;Mas você me perturba&lt;br /&gt;Me tira o chão, a razão&lt;br /&gt;O pulsar ritmado do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Não sei se te amo ou se estou apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Mas faz tempo que não me sentia assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No fundo eu queria ser teu destino&lt;br /&gt;A verdade que talvez você espera&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei, talvez, que agora&lt;br /&gt;Nada sou pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Se eu pudesse te roubaria pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Como naquela canção da Ana Carolina&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou covarde&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho fôlego o suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Pra te pedir pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;Pedir pra você não esquecer de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Meu coração hoje tá mais sensível&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter o poder de me transformar&lt;br /&gt;Da forma como você&lt;br /&gt;Tinha expectativas que eu fosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mas não é possível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu sou assim,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez devagar como você diz&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não abro mão de quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Porque se eu não for fiel a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;A quem serei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mas não dá pra negar&lt;br /&gt;Que meu desejo era ser notado por você&lt;br /&gt;Era ver teus olhos brilhando por mim&lt;br /&gt;Como os meus ficam quando te vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Talvez eu perca o rumo&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoje meu coração está triste&lt;br /&gt;Então agente se sente assim&lt;br /&gt;Meio sem norte&lt;br /&gt;Mas só por uns dias&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou jogar minha ancora aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu poderia tocar as estrelas do céu&lt;br /&gt;Mas do que me valeria&lt;br /&gt;Se eu nem posso te tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mas tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Vou tocá-las de qualquer forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Porque eu aprendi&lt;br /&gt;Que devemos seguir&lt;br /&gt;Sempre adiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Seja como for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Porque tudo passa&lt;br /&gt;E essa dor também vai passar&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/15944411-112545625155956877?l=encerrandociclos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerrandociclos.blogspot.com/feeds/112545625155956877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15944411&amp;postID=112545625155956877' title='1 Comentários'/><link 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