<?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-5331747627934382856</id><updated>2012-01-04T14:40:18.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UM PONTO DE INTERROGAÇÃO</title><subtitle type='html'>***"UM PONTO DE INTERROGAÇÃO":*** não que EU ou minha vida seja um ponto de interrogação mas, o que se ler ou se ver aqui,nas "entre-linhas"poderá ser traduzido assim.
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M.Q.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-7673148660641110254</id><published>2011-10-14T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:02:43.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SERÁS...SEMPRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8-crgJz4Lc/Tpih4f7U86I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/4q5nv7MNlOg/s1600/moldura+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8-crgJz4Lc/Tpih4f7U86I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/4q5nv7MNlOg/s200/moldura+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Serás sempre o meu menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na alegria... no desatino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu vida tiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serás sempre o meu menino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os anos passem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que os números cresçam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que o tempo trague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um outro destino,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra sempre serás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu pequeno grande menino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/outubro/2011﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7673148660641110254?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7673148660641110254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=7673148660641110254' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7673148660641110254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7673148660641110254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2011/10/serassempre.html' title='SERÁS...SEMPRE'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8-crgJz4Lc/Tpih4f7U86I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/4q5nv7MNlOg/s72-c/moldura+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-8258193413190016026</id><published>2011-09-11T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:52:39.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E...FOI ASSIM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdWhUQCftlA/TmzmH4ykukI/AAAAAAAAB5E/yCBVLCFbI1k/s1600/amor+perdido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdWhUQCftlA/TmzmH4ykukI/AAAAAAAAB5E/yCBVLCFbI1k/s320/amor+perdido.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;…e foi assim ...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração inocente&lt;br /&gt;que vivia simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;pra sorrir e pra cantar&lt;br /&gt;por aqueles olhos verdes&lt;br /&gt;resolveu se apaixonar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, acabou certo dia&lt;br /&gt;em que ele foi viajar.&lt;br /&gt;A jardineira partia,&lt;br /&gt;ele feliz acenava &lt;br /&gt;e eu ...de longe a chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela fresta da janela&lt;br /&gt;via a jardineira amarela&lt;br /&gt;levando o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem que ele me avisou:&lt;br /&gt;“eu preciso ir embora;&lt;br /&gt;o que fomos até agora&lt;br /&gt;infelizmente acabou “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E naquela madrugada&lt;br /&gt;sozinha e abandonada&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas de amor chorei.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro atalho da vida&lt;br /&gt;desilusão e despedida.&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que comecei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dez/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-8258193413190016026?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/8258193413190016026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=8258193413190016026' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/8258193413190016026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/8258193413190016026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2011/09/efoi-assim.html' title='E...FOI ASSIM...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdWhUQCftlA/TmzmH4ykukI/AAAAAAAAB5E/yCBVLCFbI1k/s72-c/amor+perdido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5063420265590138436</id><published>2011-08-20T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T13:49:19.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEM QUE SER ASSIM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tah-Wmrj6Hk/TlAcyTKkNFI/AAAAAAAAB40/jY0ae4zkIz4/s1600/17973160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tah-Wmrj6Hk/TlAcyTKkNFI/AAAAAAAAB40/jY0ae4zkIz4/s320/17973160.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes abafo o desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando tão perto te vejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas não devo te tocar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muito menos te falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do que me vai aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te falar do meu tormento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da paixão que assola o peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes meio sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tento chamar-te de “amor”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para esconder o calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que as veias vão queimando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos me conformando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em apenas ter-te perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e deixar que no deserto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu coração vá secando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/03/2011&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-5063420265590138436?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5063420265590138436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=5063420265590138436' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5063420265590138436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5063420265590138436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2011/08/tem-que-ser-assim.html' title='TEM QUE SER ASSIM...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tah-Wmrj6Hk/TlAcyTKkNFI/AAAAAAAAB40/jY0ae4zkIz4/s72-c/17973160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-7715589450102952121</id><published>2011-08-17T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:59:50.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackie Evancho &amp; Sarah Brightman "Time to Say Goodbye" on America's Got ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1qecULT01iE?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7715589450102952121?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7715589450102952121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=7715589450102952121' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7715589450102952121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7715589450102952121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2011/08/jackie-evancho-sarah-brightman-time-to.html' title='Jackie Evancho &amp; Sarah Brightman &quot;Time to Say Goodbye&quot; on America&apos;s Got ...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1qecULT01iE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-3746365141737632675</id><published>2011-08-12T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:57:32.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELA TINHA NOME DE ESTRELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUV-nojrXdI/TkUh_mFxdkI/AAAAAAAAB4w/1bggvMmez3A/s1600/222_2524-estrela-mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUV-nojrXdI/TkUh_mFxdkI/AAAAAAAAB4w/1bggvMmez3A/s320/222_2524-estrela-mulher.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela tinha nome de estrela.&lt;br /&gt;Era triste como a lua.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia alguém perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;porque a tristeza tua ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te vejo sorrir&lt;br /&gt;és triste e acomodada&lt;br /&gt;o que te posso fazer&lt;br /&gt;pra ouvir-te a gargalhada. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dela assim num repente&lt;br /&gt;foi resposta inesperada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fiz de ti estrela maior&lt;br /&gt;meu sol...meu astro rei.&lt;br /&gt;Não foi apenas capricho,&lt;br /&gt;foi mesmo porque te amei.&lt;br /&gt;Mas andas assim tão sem brilho...&lt;br /&gt;Serás cometa... e eu não sei ? ...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Dez/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-3746365141737632675?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/3746365141737632675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=3746365141737632675' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/3746365141737632675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/3746365141737632675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2011/08/ela-tinha-nome-de-estrela.html' title='ELA TINHA NOME DE ESTRELA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUV-nojrXdI/TkUh_mFxdkI/AAAAAAAAB4w/1bggvMmez3A/s72-c/222_2524-estrela-mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-1397319373512840025</id><published>2011-06-13T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T06:48:27.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU INFINITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFtX7gpotl8/TfYk8N77mTI/AAAAAAAAB4g/dSv7VWjPfkw/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; height: 177px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 272px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFtX7gpotl8/TfYk8N77mTI/AAAAAAAAB4g/dSv7VWjPfkw/s1600/images.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mergulhei de novo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no que já não me é novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse infinito turvo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sombrio e sem cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde apoio meu viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu sofrer e ...sem saber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;redesenhando minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que resume em te querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;nos elos&amp;nbsp;desse infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o eco do silencioso grito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que misturado a emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;derrama do coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meu guardado sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem sabe em algum momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;te tocas tal sensação e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no íntimo do sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;te&amp;nbsp;acenda&amp;nbsp;essa paixão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13/06/2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1397319373512840025?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1397319373512840025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=1397319373512840025' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1397319373512840025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1397319373512840025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2011/06/meu-infinito.html' title='MEU INFINITO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFtX7gpotl8/TfYk8N77mTI/AAAAAAAAB4g/dSv7VWjPfkw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-921136198943797084</id><published>2011-03-19T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:15:37.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE...MEU AMOR CHOROU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AdIvU8LwcMo/TYUAI3koMtI/AAAAAAAAB4c/uOqHf43AxT0/s1600/meu+amor+chorou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AdIvU8LwcMo/TYUAI3koMtI/AAAAAAAAB4c/uOqHf43AxT0/s1600/meu+amor+chorou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meu amor chorou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma lágrima desceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seu caminho percorreu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na rota dos sentimentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as fendas do coração encheu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com o amargo fel do tormento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu daqui nada pude fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a não ser, vê-las correr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e na partilha do meu carinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o que pude oferecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;foi também chorar baixinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu amor chorou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no silêncio, encarcerou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os carinhos esquecidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorou o esquecimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de tudo o que foi perdido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meu amor chorou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o amor não correspondido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15/01/2011 – Toronto/CA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5331747627934382856-921136198943797084?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/921136198943797084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=921136198943797084' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/921136198943797084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/921136198943797084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2011/03/hoje-meu-amor-chorou.html' title='HOJE...MEU AMOR CHOROU...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AdIvU8LwcMo/TYUAI3koMtI/AAAAAAAAB4c/uOqHf43AxT0/s72-c/meu+amor+chorou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-746573632478298526</id><published>2011-03-15T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:02:38.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E...O AMOR ACABOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wWi7POIjezA/TX_TM-ItJOI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/Z22NJRnJP8o/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo-1+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wWi7POIjezA/TX_TM-ItJOI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/Z22NJRnJP8o/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo-1+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando eu mais precisei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do seu corpo...do seus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando me foi necessário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o calor do seu abraço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;você não acreditou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As costas você me virou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e zombou do meu fracasso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando você decidiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dar um fim ao nosso caso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não pensou que a fila anda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que nada é por acaso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e eu poderia mudar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dessa paixão esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e por outro me apaixonar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vai um vem outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;já diz o velho ditado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;assim foi que eu entendi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ao ler aquele recado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora... tarde demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nosso amor já é passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15/03/2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5331747627934382856-746573632478298526?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/746573632478298526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=746573632478298526' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/746573632478298526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/746573632478298526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2011/03/eo-amor-acabou.html' title='E...O AMOR ACABOU'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wWi7POIjezA/TX_TM-ItJOI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/Z22NJRnJP8o/s72-c/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo-1+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6929854827500961020</id><published>2011-03-13T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T05:31:57.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR PERDIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vSDTwumIj3s/TXy2PJSztgI/AAAAAAAAB4U/zek96eyihuQ/s1600/Amor+perdido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vSDTwumIj3s/TXy2PJSztgI/AAAAAAAAB4U/zek96eyihuQ/s320/Amor+perdido.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Te atentes à voz do vento&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser canto ou lamento&lt;br /&gt;mas, vai te falar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Da solidão em que me embrenho&lt;br /&gt;da saudade que eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;e porque vivo triste assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se entender como um canto,&lt;br /&gt;pode ser que o meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;te alcançou os ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Se entender como lamento,&lt;br /&gt;é porque meu sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;aguça os teus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, &lt;br /&gt;por mais que a alma chore&lt;br /&gt;e que o coração implore,&lt;br /&gt;os meus constantes gemidos&lt;br /&gt;não mudará teu pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que me&amp;nbsp;acostumar&lt;br /&gt;que por ti,&lt;br /&gt;meu amor já está perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/01/2011 -Toronto/CA&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-6929854827500961020?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6929854827500961020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=6929854827500961020' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6929854827500961020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6929854827500961020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor-perdido.html' title='AMOR PERDIDO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vSDTwumIj3s/TXy2PJSztgI/AAAAAAAAB4U/zek96eyihuQ/s72-c/Amor+perdido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5862079908080899555</id><published>2011-03-12T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T04:55:39.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DE: MÁRIO QUINTANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JbVcIzgkh-g/TXts0bsLDcI/AAAAAAAAB4I/VTnzP6q0cWA/s1600/MulherEcrevendo_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JbVcIzgkh-g/TXts0bsLDcI/AAAAAAAAB4I/VTnzP6q0cWA/s320/MulherEcrevendo_.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Minha vida está nos meus poemas, meus poemas são eu mesma, nunca escrevi uma vírgula que não fosse uma confissão." M.Q.&lt;/em&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/5331747627934382856-5862079908080899555?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5862079908080899555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=5862079908080899555' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5862079908080899555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5862079908080899555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-mario-quintana.html' title='DE: MÁRIO QUINTANA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JbVcIzgkh-g/TXts0bsLDcI/AAAAAAAAB4I/VTnzP6q0cWA/s72-c/MulherEcrevendo_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-8287464964698095245</id><published>2011-03-08T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T05:26:30.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVA MOLDURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0H-rl0TS5rI/TXbBTC82mtI/AAAAAAAAB4E/stUbAwZd-0E/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo-1+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0H-rl0TS5rI/TXbBTC82mtI/AAAAAAAAB4E/stUbAwZd-0E/s320/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo-1+c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me disseram que o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;se esvai com a idade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;se vão as firmes promessas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;de eterna felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Certamente isso não conta&lt;/div&gt;pra quem ama de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixei de fazer versos&lt;br /&gt;nem deixei de ser cantor.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas, pintei a vida&lt;br /&gt;com tintas de outra cor&lt;br /&gt;O que era cor da tristeza&lt;br /&gt;pintei com a tinta do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintei a minha saudade&lt;br /&gt;com cores da esperança&lt;br /&gt;Colori o meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;com a alegria da criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e meu coração cansado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;em azul de boas lembranças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Olhei a vida de frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;me inseri nos olhos dela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;seu perfil era perfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;tão simples porém tão bela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;dei outra chance ao amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;nova moldura...outra tela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;09/01/2011-Toronto/CA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium 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ESQUECER'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-4680478671518758710</id><published>2010-08-31T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:11:17.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRAS-ME O SONO</title><content type='html'>Tiras-me o sono...&lt;br /&gt;descontrolas meu querer...&lt;br /&gt;meu saber...&lt;br /&gt;não sei mais o que fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já te matei aqui,&lt;br /&gt;já me matei por ti&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp;em cada morte,&lt;br /&gt;se procuro me enterrar,&lt;br /&gt;fico mais viva&lt;br /&gt;e eterna no “te amar”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morri uma vez&lt;br /&gt;na descoberta do “quem sou eu “&lt;br /&gt;e tantas outras&lt;br /&gt;ao pensar que me esqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;é vital e eficaz o que preciso:&lt;br /&gt;apenas o desdobrar do teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto- 31/08/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-4680478671518758710?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/4680478671518758710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=4680478671518758710' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/07/historia-de-um-homem-que-nao-tinha.html' title='A história de um homem que não tinha tempo.'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-4108728064847730174</id><published>2010-07-12T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:15:30.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MULHER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TDt9CjFd-HI/AAAAAAAAB1w/BNnTA_JkNLs/s1600/MULHER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TDt9CjFd-HI/AAAAAAAAB1w/BNnTA_JkNLs/s320/MULHER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As vezes santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de imperfeições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagens … lembranças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desilusões…desesperanças…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sonhei ser Cinderela…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ter um príncipe encantado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tive preso nos braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o pretendente sonhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancei valsas de ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voei nas asas dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planei no céu de alguns olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azuis…verdes… nem sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eles me apaixonei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles da cor de mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foram tão enganadores…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amargaram-me a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mel….só tinham as cores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA- 11/07/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-4108728064847730174?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/4108728064847730174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=4108728064847730174' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/4108728064847730174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-1706618589326389484</id><published>2010-07-02T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:57:09.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TC4zSD-wR9I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/UVESyA39KU4/s1600/PRA+VER+VOC%C3%8A+SORRIR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TC4zSD-wR9I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/UVESyA39KU4/s320/PRA+VER+VOC%C3%8A+SORRIR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a força de tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;Uma súplica…um lamento…&lt;br /&gt;Sol e luz que nunca brilha…&lt;br /&gt;Sou caminho…atalho…trilha…&lt;br /&gt;Sou fogos de artifício&lt;br /&gt;nas explosões de esperança&lt;br /&gt;e o acordar dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;são estilhaços de lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou folhagem amarelada&lt;br /&gt;pelo estio que chegou&lt;br /&gt;Sou semente mal plantada&lt;br /&gt;por um amor que não vingou&lt;br /&gt;num terreno que foi fértil&lt;br /&gt;mas o desprezo estragou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou céu de nuvens escuras&lt;br /&gt;Via láctea sem estrelas&lt;br /&gt;sou terra solta…pisada…&lt;br /&gt;poeira da velha estrada.&lt;br /&gt;Vezes nada…vezes tudo&lt;br /&gt;e um coração como escudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes sou remédio&lt;br /&gt;em outras daninha erva&lt;br /&gt;Sou como folhas de outono&lt;br /&gt;que no tempo o vento leva.&lt;br /&gt;Mas… &lt;br /&gt;minha alma é um depósito&lt;br /&gt;que por ti, o amor conserva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 02/07/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1706618589326389484?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1706618589326389484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=1706618589326389484' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1706618589326389484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1706618589326389484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/07/sou.html' title='SOU...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TC4zSD-wR9I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/UVESyA39KU4/s72-c/PRA+VER+VOC%C3%8A+SORRIR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5058971418780499770</id><published>2010-06-26T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:03:25.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APENAS PALAVRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TDYSz9U5soI/AAAAAAAAB1g/QXPIsqDvBUw/s1600/Palha%C3%A7o+ou+Poeta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TDYSz9U5soI/AAAAAAAAB1g/QXPIsqDvBUw/s320/Palha%C3%A7o+ou+Poeta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se foi, &amp;nbsp;o tempo dos confetes.&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas que haviam se ofuscaram.&lt;br /&gt;Os cristais que tão bem foram guardados&lt;br /&gt;com a força das palavras, se quebraram.&lt;br /&gt;E as flores de carinho que&amp;nbsp;colheram&lt;br /&gt;veio o vento do engano e as levaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras… mensagens… tantos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;que por certo num diário anotadas&lt;br /&gt;já faz tanto tempo que as guardaram…&lt;br /&gt;tantas foram que nem dão pra ser contadas.&lt;br /&gt;dissestes num repente e derrepente&lt;br /&gt;que seriam todas elas descartadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, pensastes &amp;nbsp;fosse profundo&lt;br /&gt;sentimento de alma assim transparente&lt;br /&gt;que palavras fossem apenas palavras&lt;br /&gt;que o amor fosse vivo e permanente&lt;br /&gt;enganastes; na oportunidade primeira&lt;br /&gt;te feristes&amp;nbsp;por palavras…simplesmente….&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;Confesso-te: &lt;br /&gt;do fundo da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Aqui plantaste a semente&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo que seja só meu,&lt;br /&gt;esse amor viverá eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;Como um palhaço&amp;nbsp;ou poeta&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp;palavras&amp;nbsp;faço minha construção&lt;br /&gt;Vivo pra ver teus sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que chore meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA-26/06/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-5058971418780499770?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5058971418780499770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=5058971418780499770' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5058971418780499770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5058971418780499770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/06/apenas-palavras.html' title='APENAS PALAVRAS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TDYSz9U5soI/AAAAAAAAB1g/QXPIsqDvBUw/s72-c/Palha%C3%A7o+ou+Poeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6645081939515201396</id><published>2010-06-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:47:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO TENHAS PRESSA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TB0rQKu10AI/AAAAAAAAB00/F5X08EshE8k/s1600/volupia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TB0rQKu10AI/AAAAAAAAB00/F5X08EshE8k/s320/volupia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas pressa. &lt;br /&gt;Conceda-me o benefício&lt;br /&gt;da espera... &lt;br /&gt;o hiato da dúvida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao chegar,&lt;br /&gt;não digas nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Permita-me o descompasso&lt;br /&gt;de um coração indeciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproxime-te devagar&lt;br /&gt;para aguçar-me o olfato,&lt;br /&gt;o tato, o paladar.&lt;br /&gt;Sejas a visão dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;que um dia ousei sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero tua respiração forte&lt;br /&gt;enquanto segredas-me ao ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;entre aromas de pele e cabelos,&lt;br /&gt;o que está por vir, &lt;br /&gt;sei que vou gostar de ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te apresentes,&lt;br /&gt;não te reveles,&lt;br /&gt;não digas nada&lt;br /&gt;fale apenas com o olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Envolva-me com teus mistérios&lt;br /&gt;me deixes acreditar&lt;br /&gt;no que bem entender.&lt;br /&gt;Perder-me no que não sei,&lt;br /&gt;e que nem penso em saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubra-me com teus véus,&lt;br /&gt;brinde-me com o mel preferido;&lt;br /&gt;eu quero o desconhecido,&lt;br /&gt;o livro ainda não lido,&lt;br /&gt;o filme não assistido,&lt;br /&gt;as malas sempre arrumadas&lt;br /&gt;para a viagem sonhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mate-me a sede dos sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;alimentes minha emoção, &lt;br /&gt;sequestres meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Não permita que eu te decifre.&lt;br /&gt;Sejas o silencioso enigma &lt;br /&gt;que absorvo deliciosamente. &lt;br /&gt;Encontre-me onde me perco.&lt;br /&gt;Desarrumes os conceitos da mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixes pensar,&lt;br /&gt;ou nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;estaremos assim,&lt;br /&gt;envolvidos e encantados&lt;br /&gt;por tantos sonhos sonhados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA 19/06/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-6645081939515201396?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6645081939515201396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=6645081939515201396' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6645081939515201396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6645081939515201396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-tenhas-pressa.html' title='NÃO TENHAS PRESSA...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TB0rQKu10AI/AAAAAAAAB00/F5X08EshE8k/s72-c/volupia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-3538224370238120371</id><published>2010-06-14T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:19:46.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE SEJA ASSIM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TBrXqsfOYnI/AAAAAAAAB0s/FR-Wi-Msv2I/s1600/Que+seja+assim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TBrXqsfOYnI/AAAAAAAAB0s/FR-Wi-Msv2I/s320/Que+seja+assim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Que seja assim :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;De encontros inesperados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;de silenciosos beijos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;de suspiros encarcerados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;no jorrar dos teus desejos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;De sorrisos maliciosos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;que aguçam tua ansiedade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;de sussuros que enrubessem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;tua pele – tal a vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;De se ter, um junto ao outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;vivendo em realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Que vivifiquem teus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;de eterna felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;14/06/2010 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-3538224370238120371?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/3538224370238120371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=3538224370238120371' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/3538224370238120371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/3538224370238120371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/06/que-seja-assim.html' title='QUE SEJA ASSIM...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TBrXqsfOYnI/AAAAAAAAB0s/FR-Wi-Msv2I/s72-c/Que+seja+assim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5370454339554394621</id><published>2010-06-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:07:41.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APENAS O QUE FICOU  ( um poema à minha terra)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TBEV1EyyGJI/AAAAAAAAB0c/cc42y-qZBdY/s1600/O+que+ficou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TBEV1EyyGJI/AAAAAAAAB0c/cc42y-qZBdY/s320/O+que+ficou.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quando fui, era inocente&lt;/div&gt;assim como é inocente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;os pensamentos de criança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Não parti porque queria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;mas, sim porque precisava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;dar asas a minha esperança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Rumei então a outro norte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;seguindo os passos da sorte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;buscando sonhos sonhados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Caminhei por tantos anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;organizando meus planos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;já desde alí projetados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Depois de tempos, voltei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;ali mais, não encontrei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;minhas origens, meu quinhão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Me senti entristecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;ao ver assim destruído&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;aquele pedaço de chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Vi na rua principal&lt;/div&gt;cravada naquele pau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;uma placa - estava a escrita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;um bem conhecido nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e também o sobrenome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;José Joaquim de Mesquita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Não vi mais o&amp;nbsp;meu ranchinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;que o barro, devagarinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;cobriu tudo, sem piedade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Apenas o que ficou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;o nome do meu avô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;pra aumentar minha saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Meu coração entristeceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;ao ver que do sangue meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;somente um nome restou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ao me sentir tão sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;voltei de novo ao caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;porque ali tudo acabou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;09/06/2010&lt;/div&gt;Maria (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;M.S. Mesquita )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/5331747627934382856-5370454339554394621?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5370454339554394621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=5370454339554394621' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5370454339554394621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5370454339554394621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/06/apenas-o-que-ficou-um-poema-minha-terra.html' title='APENAS O QUE FICOU  ( um poema à minha terra)'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TBEV1EyyGJI/AAAAAAAAB0c/cc42y-qZBdY/s72-c/O+que+ficou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6797388127418707427</id><published>2010-06-05T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:45:40.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTRELA GUIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TAqMsLtQ35I/AAAAAAAAB0U/PNL7nPRTLZE/s1600/estrela+guia+1+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TAqMsLtQ35I/AAAAAAAAB0U/PNL7nPRTLZE/s320/estrela+guia+1+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Se eu pudesse estar por ai, &lt;br /&gt;se eu pudesse ficar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;pra sarar as tuas dores.&lt;br /&gt;Falar de outros amores&lt;br /&gt;mais fáceis de se viver.&lt;br /&gt;Te ensinar, que nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;existem algumas partidas&lt;br /&gt;que faz a gente crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dizer que Deus existe&lt;br /&gt;e na tua vida insiste&lt;br /&gt;como pai, sempre ficar&lt;br /&gt;Te alcançando com docura&lt;br /&gt;te cuidando com ternura&lt;br /&gt;e ao bom caminho levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei tua estrela guia.&lt;br /&gt;Contigo estou noite e dia&lt;br /&gt;pra teu rosto iluminar&lt;br /&gt;envolver com meu carinho&lt;br /&gt;tentar tirar teus espinhos&lt;br /&gt;e juntos, em paz caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA – 05/06/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&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/5331747627934382856-6797388127418707427?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6797388127418707427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=6797388127418707427' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6797388127418707427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6797388127418707427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/06/estrela-guia.html' title='ESTRELA GUIA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TAqMsLtQ35I/AAAAAAAAB0U/PNL7nPRTLZE/s72-c/estrela+guia+1+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-2204109975075725240</id><published>2010-05-31T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:46:33.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMARRAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TARXprmZK6I/AAAAAAAABz8/Van4sxJGpZs/s1600/Amarras+c%C3%B3pia.jpg1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TARXprmZK6I/AAAAAAAABz8/Van4sxJGpZs/s320/Amarras+c%C3%B3pia.jpg1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis soltar as amarras &lt;br /&gt;de coisas do meu passado&lt;br /&gt;os dias que não vivi&lt;br /&gt;e noites sempre acordado&lt;br /&gt;dos tormentos que sofri&lt;br /&gt;ao ter que partir calado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis soltar as amarras&lt;br /&gt;da saudade sempre acesa&lt;br /&gt;alguns momentos marcantes&lt;br /&gt;e tempos de incertezas&lt;br /&gt;do que me fez prisioneiro&lt;br /&gt;o coração, na tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis soltar as amarras&lt;br /&gt;das minhas asas e voar.&lt;br /&gt;Me ergui em alto voo&lt;br /&gt;e parti além do mar,&lt;br /&gt;mas não deu e hoje preciso&lt;br /&gt;pro meu cantinho voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que,&lt;br /&gt;volto com asas soltas;&lt;br /&gt;as amarras vou deixar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 31/05/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-2204109975075725240?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/2204109975075725240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=2204109975075725240' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2204109975075725240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2204109975075725240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/05/amarras.html' title='AMARRAS...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/TARXprmZK6I/AAAAAAAABz8/Van4sxJGpZs/s72-c/Amarras+c%C3%B3pia.jpg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-8619724289985998287</id><published>2010-05-28T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:02:48.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SE QUER MESMO SABER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S__8kwmukTI/AAAAAAAABz0/2m5IvZrPXyk/s1600/VOU+INDO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S__8kwmukTI/AAAAAAAABz0/2m5IvZrPXyk/s320/VOU+INDO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Se quer mesmo saber, vou indo &lt;br /&gt;Indo assim como Deus quer e propôs&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo sem entender&lt;br /&gt;não quis deixar pra depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou indo... assim como &lt;br /&gt;quem não pensa na volta.&lt;br /&gt;Sem peso ou qualquer revolta&lt;br /&gt;ando sem rumo, &lt;br /&gt;como as gaivotas perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;sem destino nos caminhos da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voos rasantes do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;me trazem algum alento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo a passo tento me mover&lt;br /&gt;recolhendo o que me deixaram &lt;br /&gt;Sem saber ainda o que fazer,&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes me atrapalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou indo... e isso é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que trouxe, levo comigo.&lt;br /&gt;pedaço de um coração&lt;br /&gt;que foi e será companheiro&lt;br /&gt;na mão e na contra mão..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes,&amp;nbsp;parece pouco, &lt;br /&gt;Invisível...quase nada&lt;br /&gt;mas é luz na caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas isso...vou indo...&lt;br /&gt;a passos lentos na estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pedras, deixo pra traz&lt;br /&gt;as flores levo comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo o resto e muito mais&lt;br /&gt;por esse amor que bem digo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto / CA - 28/05/2010&lt;/div&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-8619724289985998287?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S__8kwmukTI/AAAAAAAABz0/2m5IvZrPXyk/s72-c/VOU+INDO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-2697905489676713364</id><published>2010-05-22T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:06:08.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S_h-xJBzQhI/AAAAAAAABzM/HByhqjpdPpc/s1600/Hoje+quero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S_h-xJBzQhI/AAAAAAAABzM/HByhqjpdPpc/s320/Hoje+quero.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hoje quero:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;um relógio sem ponteiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;uma cama sem travesseiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;eu vou deitar e rolar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quero ter-te por inteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;sem ver as horas passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quero as notas da melodia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;que o teu peito inebria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;quando a vontade chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E o violino dourado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;quero hoje bem afinado&lt;br /&gt;para embalar nosso amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quero Cortina fechada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e a luminária apagada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;quando eu me descompor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quero apenas teu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;nada mais que isso preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;pra que eu te faça feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hoje, sou eu quem ensino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;sou mulher, tu és menino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;sou mestra e tu…aprendiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Toronto/CA-22/05/2010&lt;/div&gt;Maria&lt;div 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title='HOJE...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S_h-xJBzQhI/AAAAAAAABzM/HByhqjpdPpc/s72-c/Hoje+quero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5638693566561421175</id><published>2010-05-14T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:48:03.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APENAS UMA JANELA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S-2Li1VpFqI/AAAAAAAABzE/LAuO9ALKWl0/s1600/Quase+perfeita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S-2Li1VpFqI/AAAAAAAABzE/LAuO9ALKWl0/s320/Quase+perfeita.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bem de frente, na janela&lt;br /&gt;uma luzinha amarela&lt;br /&gt;reflete contra a vidraça&lt;br /&gt;a escura silhueta&lt;br /&gt;imagem quase perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;É ela…. cheia de graça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado da rua&lt;br /&gt;eu a vejo quase nua&lt;br /&gt;o coração descompassa&lt;br /&gt;e a luzinha amarela&lt;br /&gt;que reflete na janela&lt;br /&gt;seu doce encanto disfarça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso tê-la comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Será esse o meu castigo&lt;br /&gt;por todo o bem que te quis ?&lt;br /&gt;É apenas uma janela&lt;br /&gt;que separa eu e ela&lt;br /&gt;mas...&lt;br /&gt;me impede de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 14/05/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-5638693566561421175?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5638693566561421175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=5638693566561421175' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5638693566561421175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5638693566561421175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/05/apenas-uma-janela.html' title='APENAS UMA JANELA...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S-2Li1VpFqI/AAAAAAAABzE/LAuO9ALKWl0/s72-c/Quase+perfeita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-7129415235331512586</id><published>2010-05-11T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T06:06:59.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S-mkbSYNoKI/AAAAAAAABy8/KPVSBghK6VI/s1600/Sonhe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S-mkbSYNoKI/AAAAAAAABy8/KPVSBghK6VI/s320/Sonhe.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sonhe...&lt;br /&gt;Por mais absurdo &lt;br /&gt;que pareça o teu sonhar&lt;br /&gt;envolvida em&amp;nbsp;teus sonhos, &lt;br /&gt;sem medo hás voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe &lt;br /&gt;com teu anjo&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que não tenha asas&lt;br /&gt;nem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;seja um belo arcanjo….&lt;br /&gt;há de te levar ao céu&lt;br /&gt;rasgar este branco véu&lt;br /&gt;que esconde teus desejos&lt;br /&gt;joga-te em teu leito&lt;br /&gt;o no teu sonhar perfeito&lt;br /&gt;deleitarás com teus beijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe&lt;br /&gt;com o auge da louca&lt;br /&gt;esqueça a compostura&lt;br /&gt;e tudo que te atormenta&lt;br /&gt;sonhe alto…sonhe forte…&lt;br /&gt;venças as barreiras da morte&lt;br /&gt;que o eterno te sustenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe.&lt;br /&gt;Possua e te deixe possuir.&lt;br /&gt;Se o êxtase do amor fluir&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo contaminando&lt;br /&gt;e o néctar da perdição&lt;br /&gt;banhar o teu coração&lt;br /&gt;hás de ser feliz, sonhando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 11/05/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7129415235331512586?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7129415235331512586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=7129415235331512586' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7129415235331512586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7129415235331512586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/05/sonhe.html' title='SONHE'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S9n4xyMh9qI/AAAAAAAAByU/M8zJeMoZSWk/s320/1fKTA-100-1.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E... o tempo passou.&lt;/div&gt;O outono se foi...&lt;br /&gt;o inverno também .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros que migraram,&lt;br /&gt;seguindo outros caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;já cantarolando voltam&lt;br /&gt;a construir&amp;nbsp;novos ninhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As gaivotas fazem festa&lt;br /&gt;em acrobáticas revoadas.&lt;br /&gt;As crianças, sem agasalho&lt;br /&gt;a correr pelas calçadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já preparam os canteiros &lt;br /&gt;pra jogar nova semente;&lt;br /&gt;as flores que eu vi morrer&lt;br /&gt;renascerão novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o tempo do “voltar” &lt;br /&gt;Ver o sol nascer e se pôr...&lt;br /&gt;e elas, em seu novo despertar&lt;br /&gt;esperam o renascer de cada flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos, e ainda sonolentas&lt;br /&gt;festejam o final da longa espera&lt;br /&gt;jogam fora as suas vestes cinzentas&lt;br /&gt;e... se vestem &lt;br /&gt;com as cores da primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 29/04/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7887406456226156697?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7887406456226156697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=7887406456226156697' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7887406456226156697'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-8319892915981984110</id><published>2010-04-26T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:10:19.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEM SABE....</title><content type='html'>Por favor, não faças assim.&lt;br /&gt;Não olhes triste pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;teu olhar é um lamento&lt;br /&gt;de dor e de sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar assim tão tristonho&lt;br /&gt;desfaz meu ínfimo sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou...&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe engano meu...&lt;br /&gt;...quem vive triste sou eu,&lt;br /&gt;ao ver um sonho tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;com o vento, se esvaindo&lt;br /&gt;e cada vez mais distante&lt;br /&gt;o que me é importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem diante dos olhos meus&lt;br /&gt;por ciume ou ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;me vejo assim, te perdendo&lt;br /&gt;na ância dessa vontade&lt;br /&gt;de ter-me de mim bem perto&lt;br /&gt;mas... tão longe essa verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA – 26/04/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-8319892915981984110?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/8319892915981984110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=8319892915981984110' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/8319892915981984110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/8319892915981984110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/quem-sabe.html' title='QUEM SABE....'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5408065347061415012</id><published>2010-04-19T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:28:16.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MINHA MAIS BELA HISTÓRIA !!!</title><content type='html'>TRANSCRIÇÃO-&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de dividir com vocês&amp;nbsp;aqui, o que considero um&amp;nbsp;capítulo importante na minha vida-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu comigo - Um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Num canto qualquer... me deparei dobrada ao peso da idade,&lt;br /&gt;Senti o frio da solidão...o gosto amargo da desilusão e um assustador arrepio de incerteza...&lt;br /&gt;Na desesperada procura por algo que me ajudasse a viver,&lt;br /&gt;reavivou em mim a sede do saber; precisava apoiar-me em alguma coisa que me reanimasse as forças... &lt;br /&gt;que me reerguesse...&lt;br /&gt;que aliviasse aquele peso (que eu não queria carregar).&lt;br /&gt;...aprender mais... conhecer...descobrir... &lt;br /&gt;Era isso.&lt;br /&gt;Sim era exatamente o que eu precisava. &lt;br /&gt;Procurei o ponto de partida – era uma viagem ao desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;Reuni forças e comprei minha passagem.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele balcão do SENAC foi onde peguei meu passaporte e recebi um bilhete que me dava o direito a navegar por mares distantes, em máquinas até então desconhecidas; e no mundo virtual, voar nas asas da imaginação, sonhar sonhos que eu pudesse transformar numa bela realidade.&lt;br /&gt;E assim aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Zarpei rumo à minha liberdade; era 31 de janeiro de 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Meus companheiros de viagem eram jovens, alguns descompromissados, meio loucos, porém alegres e divertidos.&lt;br /&gt;Uns estavam ali apenas para se divertir e passar o tempo, outros com o firme propósito de conhecer e aprender, assim como eu.&lt;br /&gt;Ah!!! E O NOSSO COMANDANTE: um belo rapaz, pouco mais que um adolescente, mas... que responsabilidade!&lt;br /&gt;Seus comandados, eram de quase igual idade.&lt;br /&gt;Só eu, com meus 62 anos, estava fora daquele padrão.&lt;br /&gt;Que importa... Minha convicção, meu desejo de competir de igual pra igual, me dava o direito de me sentir jovem.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma bela viagem e quão proveitosa.&lt;br /&gt;O dia de colher os louros da vitória chegou. E naquela aventura, conquistei valores incalculáveis. &lt;br /&gt;Bons conhecimentos, alguns certificados, me tornei apta a criar, &amp;nbsp;navegar e conquistar amigos, nesse mundo incrível chamado&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;INTERNET&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei o mais valoroso presente que alguém poderia me oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;UMA AMIZADE SINCERA, LIMPA E LEAL. UM AMIGO FIEL E&lt;br /&gt;UM ADORÁVEL FILHO!!! &lt;br /&gt;Meu querido professor, amigo e “filho”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S8yVm-L5IwI/AAAAAAAABxU/z5PC06QFXfk/s1600/fla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S8yVm-L5IwI/AAAAAAAABxU/z5PC06QFXfk/s200/fla.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flávio Lopes dos Santos&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;08/06/08&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-5408065347061415012?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5408065347061415012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=5408065347061415012' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5408065347061415012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5408065347061415012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/minha-mais-bela-historia.html' title='A MINHA MAIS BELA HISTÓRIA !!!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S8yVm-L5IwI/AAAAAAAABxU/z5PC06QFXfk/s72-c/fla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5264362284107736099</id><published>2010-04-18T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:28:07.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POR ONDE ANDAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S8xj_Q8k0bI/AAAAAAAABxM/FKBFTmxsQro/s1600/Procura_se_um_Amigo____by_denebmoon1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S8xj_Q8k0bI/AAAAAAAABxM/FKBFTmxsQro/s200/Procura_se_um_Amigo____by_denebmoon1.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;...E, na pintura acinzentada&amp;nbsp;desse céu/&lt;br /&gt;tento buscar perdido no infinito/ a imagem&lt;br /&gt;tua e alcansar tu’alma/ quando aqui dentro/meu&lt;br /&gt;coração te chama aos gritos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estarás amado meu, onde estarás...&lt;br /&gt;O que te vai nessa hora, o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Por onde andas, com quem andas, que não ouves&lt;br /&gt;os meus gemidos a te implorar nesse lamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque torturas um coração em sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;pela distância e a saudade sem medida&lt;br /&gt;que fere o peito sem socorro e sem remédio&lt;br /&gt;de quem te ama mais que tudo nessa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde andas, com quem andas e não vês&lt;br /&gt;que, por amor me tornei alma perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Toronto/CA- 18/04/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-5264362284107736099?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5264362284107736099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=5264362284107736099' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5264362284107736099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5264362284107736099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-onde-andas.html' title='POR ONDE ANDAS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S8xj_Q8k0bI/AAAAAAAABxM/FKBFTmxsQro/s72-c/Procura_se_um_Amigo____by_denebmoon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6809893678216316982</id><published>2010-04-06T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:41:07.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOIA RARA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S7tR1vrMAqI/AAAAAAAABw8/hf7U2a_H9mY/s1600/selo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S7tR1vrMAqI/AAAAAAAABw8/hf7U2a_H9mY/s320/selo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457045357262013090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me vi na fúria das ondas&lt;br /&gt;que batem na pedra.&lt;br /&gt;mas...&lt;br /&gt; te encontrei no retorno&lt;br /&gt;após a queda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fostes pra mim um “salva vidas”...&lt;br /&gt;quando me vi à deriva &lt;br /&gt;do desencanto.&lt;br /&gt;Brisa fresca secando meu pranto...&lt;br /&gt;restaurador de memórias&lt;br /&gt;já dispensadas num canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te encontrei,&lt;br /&gt;na simplicidade de amigo&lt;br /&gt;que sempre refaz a esperança &lt;br /&gt;me apoiei no teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;que reconquista a confiança&lt;br /&gt;e me aponta a trilha&lt;br /&gt;que encurta essa  distância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ouvi,&lt;br /&gt;no sussurro que brisa traz&lt;br /&gt;o amor do amores.&lt;br /&gt;...inalei o teu bálsamo&lt;br /&gt;que curou minhas dores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho  motivos&lt;br /&gt;para amar minha saudade&lt;br /&gt;e no teu sorriso aberto,&lt;br /&gt;encontrar   felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que hoje, és pra mim&lt;br /&gt;uma estrela longe a brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo...Mesmo distante&lt;br /&gt;eu hei de sempre te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 06/04/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-6809893678216316982?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6809893678216316982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=6809893678216316982' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6809893678216316982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6809893678216316982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/joia-rara.html' title='JOIA RARA...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S7tR1vrMAqI/AAAAAAAABw8/hf7U2a_H9mY/s72-c/selo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-1659199115635753925</id><published>2010-03-26T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:29:16.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA EM DOIS ATOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S60nBF9eMpI/AAAAAAAABwk/44Kz8TA35d8/s1600/POEMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S60nBF9eMpI/AAAAAAAABwk/44Kz8TA35d8/s320/POEMA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453057623548899986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi o amor chegar &lt;br /&gt;de mansinho...&lt;br /&gt;bem devagarinho..&lt;br /&gt;quando a face deixara de ser bela&lt;br /&gt;quando o tempo já marcara&lt;br /&gt;os meigos traços dela...&lt;br /&gt;...olhos que se escureceram,&lt;br /&gt;pelas tantas vezes que morreram&lt;br /&gt;com os desenganos que sofreram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupilas já envelhecidas&lt;br /&gt;pelas lágrimas que dalí&lt;br /&gt;foram vertidas...&lt;br /&gt;agora...já de malas prontas&lt;br /&gt;para a última partida...&lt;br /&gt;pergaminhos recheados &lt;br /&gt;com palavras de despedida...&lt;br /&gt;um “toc,toc” nas paredes&lt;br /&gt;do teu peito &lt;br /&gt;quando achas que já não&lt;br /&gt;tens mais o direito&lt;br /&gt;de lutar pela vida... pelo amor...&lt;br /&gt;teus sentidos, que já tidos&lt;br /&gt;sem valor...&lt;br /&gt;e nas páginas  desbotadas&lt;br /&gt;da tua alma&lt;br /&gt;resolvera arquivar a tua dor.&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Porque esperaste as lágrimas ?&lt;br /&gt;porque esperaste as dores ?&lt;br /&gt;Deixate morrer minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;com o tormento dos desamores, &lt;br /&gt;agora... &lt;br /&gt;um pouco tarde pra chegar.&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito...&lt;br /&gt;hoje vejo o amor desfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito mas...&lt;br /&gt;não posso mais amar !&lt;br /&gt;Repostagem&lt;br /&gt;26/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1659199115635753925?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1659199115635753925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=1659199115635753925' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1659199115635753925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1659199115635753925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/poema-em-dois-atos.html' title='POEMA EM DOIS ATOS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S60nBF9eMpI/AAAAAAAABwk/44Kz8TA35d8/s72-c/POEMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-2945489538503601969</id><published>2010-03-23T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:23:41.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JÁ NÃO ERA MAIS VERÃO ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S6jScg9i7qI/AAAAAAAABwE/GNKQCSd8VzU/s1600-h/FIM+DE+ESTA%C3%87%C3%83O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451838736258231970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S6jScg9i7qI/AAAAAAAABwE/GNKQCSd8VzU/s320/FIM+DE+ESTA%C3%87%C3%83O.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 243px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei pela tarde &lt;br /&gt;de final de estação&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei sem rumo...&lt;br /&gt;Já não era mais verão – &lt;br /&gt;Muito frio...calafrio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de gelar o coração.&lt;br /&gt;A folhagem enrubecida &lt;br /&gt;e agitada com o vento&lt;br /&gt;que as rolavam pelo chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ví rostos em desencantos&lt;br /&gt;se embrulhando em seus mantos&lt;br /&gt;muitos passos apressados&lt;br /&gt;vidas em contra mão&lt;br /&gt;andantes emudecidos&lt;br /&gt;vozes quase em gemidos&lt;br /&gt;olhares fixos no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...muito frio... calafrio...&lt;br /&gt;Já não era mais verão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 23/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-2945489538503601969?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/2945489538503601969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=2945489538503601969' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2945489538503601969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2945489538503601969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/ja-nao-era-mais-verao.html' title='JÁ NÃO ERA MAIS VERÃO ...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S6jScg9i7qI/AAAAAAAABwE/GNKQCSd8VzU/s72-c/FIM+DE+ESTA%C3%87%C3%83O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-7729350060076691201</id><published>2010-03-19T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:06:19.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S6Ph4AtynMI/AAAAAAAABvk/6eYCLnfVb2M/s1600-h/NAO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S6Ph4AtynMI/AAAAAAAABvk/6eYCLnfVb2M/s320/NAO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450448326429416642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormes enquanto eu velo&lt;br /&gt;o teu futuro acordar.&lt;br /&gt;Nada em mim hoje é risonho.&lt;br /&gt;não quero ter-te em meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;já que não posso te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua  calma presença&lt;br /&gt;é  fria em meu querer&lt;br /&gt;desejos teus são  cansaço&lt;br /&gt;nem quero ter-te  nos braços&lt;br /&gt;não sonho mais em te ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já dormes em minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;é tão vago o teu sorrir…&lt;br /&gt;não descansas  mais em meu leito,&lt;br /&gt;não acordas mais no meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais te sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu... &lt;br /&gt;agora em novos planos&lt;br /&gt;já nem penso mais em ti...&lt;br /&gt;mas será que nunca deixo&lt;br /&gt;de lembrar que te esqueci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 19/-3/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7729350060076691201?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7729350060076691201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=7729350060076691201' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7729350060076691201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7729350060076691201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/nao.html' title='NÃO...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S6Ph4AtynMI/AAAAAAAABvk/6eYCLnfVb2M/s72-c/NAO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6952761277293803004</id><published>2010-03-17T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:39:28.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BARCO DE SONHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S6EhVQLdsOI/AAAAAAAABvc/mvqHEiSCyHA/s1600-h/barco+dos+sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S6EhVQLdsOI/AAAAAAAABvc/mvqHEiSCyHA/s320/barco+dos+sonhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449673673099030754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrumei meu barco de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;que andava mal arrumado.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos   duetos  perdidos &lt;br /&gt; e alguns versos quebrados&lt;br /&gt;nas velas que um dia erguí&lt;br /&gt;pra esperar  um  bem amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sequei  lágrimas  de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;não queria mais chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Busquei  longe no infinito&lt;br /&gt;lembranças do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt; o vento, meu mensageiro&lt;br /&gt;teu beijo veio entregar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapei fendas que minavam&lt;br /&gt;o medo da solidão&lt;br /&gt;de tudo o que fazia  mal,&lt;br /&gt;limpei bem meu coração&lt;br /&gt;erguí os braços ao céu&lt;br /&gt;fui a Deus, em oração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma cadeira de balanço&lt;br /&gt;coloquei frente pro amar&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei a olhar as ondas&lt;br /&gt;sempre na prôa, a quebrar.&lt;br /&gt;dormi sonhando que ele&lt;br /&gt;tinha vindo me buscar.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 17/03/3010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-6952761277293803004?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6952761277293803004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=6952761277293803004' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6952761277293803004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6952761277293803004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/barco-de-sonhos.html' title='BARCO DE SONHOS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S6EhVQLdsOI/AAAAAAAABvc/mvqHEiSCyHA/s72-c/barco+dos+sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-1518634433687594299</id><published>2010-03-15T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:24:36.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUVA DE VERÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S56ldV4zG0I/AAAAAAAABvM/_AQ9LlcnG3Q/s1600-h/Chuva+de+Verao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S56ldV4zG0I/AAAAAAAABvM/_AQ9LlcnG3Q/s320/Chuva+de+Verao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448974522675043138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia chegou pra mim&lt;br /&gt;como chuva de verão.&lt;br /&gt;Naqueles tempos de estio&lt;br /&gt;regou o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;com semente de esperança&lt;br /&gt;entregue em minha mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, meu coração&lt;br /&gt;doeu ao ver-te partir&lt;br /&gt;queria tanto dizer-te&lt;br /&gt;mas, não pudeste me ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;me senti desconcertada&lt;br /&gt;e até decepcionada&lt;br /&gt;quando foste, sem despedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando digo que te amo&lt;br /&gt;a Deus chega como prece&lt;br /&gt;Aqui neste coração &lt;br /&gt;é oração que permanece.&lt;br /&gt;Súplica de quem te ama&lt;br /&gt;e amor que não se esquesse.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 15/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1518634433687594299?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1518634433687594299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=1518634433687594299' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1518634433687594299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1518634433687594299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/chuva-de-verao.html' title='CHUVA DE VERÃO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S56ldV4zG0I/AAAAAAAABvM/_AQ9LlcnG3Q/s72-c/Chuva+de+Verao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-177390557287563139</id><published>2010-03-13T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:16:59.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 de março - DIA DA POESIA</title><content type='html'>A vocês, amigos que passam por aqui: eternos poetas de ontem, de hoje e de amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;meu Carinho&lt;br /&gt;       Clique na imagem para ampliar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S54zDReJ2RI/AAAAAAAABvE/YWk8Cdk1Tjw/s1600-h/Dia+da+Poesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S54zDReJ2RI/AAAAAAAABvE/YWk8Cdk1Tjw/s320/Dia+da+Poesia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448848730487380242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 13/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-177390557287563139?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/177390557287563139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=177390557287563139' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/177390557287563139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/177390557287563139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-da-poesia-14-marco.html' title='14 de março - DIA DA POESIA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S54zDReJ2RI/AAAAAAAABvE/YWk8Cdk1Tjw/s72-c/Dia+da+Poesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6550841105372253475</id><published>2010-03-13T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T06:37:55.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VERSOS VIVOS</title><content type='html'>Carinhosamente dedicado ao meu querido irmão Eder,&lt;br /&gt;por esta conquista. ( 35 anos de trabalho, com&lt;br /&gt;responsabilidade, dignidade e muito amor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3 style="padding: 0px; margin: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authorstream.com/Presentation/Mesquita-347640-versos-vivos-eder-entertainment-ppt-powerpoint/" target="_blank" style="font:normal 18px,arial;"&gt;PARABÉNS  MEU IRMÃO !!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="354" id="player"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.authorstream.com/player/player.swf?p=347640_634040649001500000" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.authorstream.com/player/player.swf?p=347640_634040649001500000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="354"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.authorstream.com/" target="_blank"&gt;presentations&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.authorstream.com/User-Presentations/Mesquita/" target="_blank"&gt;Mesquita&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;|&amp;nbsp;&lt;a   href="http://upload.authorstream.com/multipleupload/" target="_blank"&gt;Upload your own PowerPoint presentations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 13/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-6550841105372253475?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6550841105372253475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=6550841105372253475' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6550841105372253475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6550841105372253475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/versos-vivos.html' title='VERSOS VIVOS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6806902285512717750</id><published>2010-03-11T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:45:18.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E...O TEMPO PASSOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5lw_CAlJcI/AAAAAAAABuU/NEkWcug_n-Q/s1600-h/reeditarei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5lw_CAlJcI/AAAAAAAABuU/NEkWcug_n-Q/s320/reeditarei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447509452454700482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!  quantas lágrimas chorei&lt;br /&gt;por ver-te chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto eu desejei&lt;br /&gt;contigo estar&lt;br /&gt;pra dizer &lt;br /&gt;que os amores se vão&lt;br /&gt;mas ,outros virão.&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer que eras capaz&lt;br /&gt;daquela  página virar.&lt;br /&gt;Ah ! como eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;contigo estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;e  se encarregou&lt;br /&gt;de curar-te as feridas.&lt;br /&gt;De devolver-te o sono&lt;br /&gt;que perdeste&lt;br /&gt;nas noite mal dormidas.&lt;br /&gt;Devolver-te também &lt;br /&gt;a coragem para virar&lt;br /&gt;uma triste página da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA- 11/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-6806902285512717750?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6806902285512717750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=6806902285512717750' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6806902285512717750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6806902285512717750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/eo-tempo-passou.html' title='E...O TEMPO PASSOU...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5lw_CAlJcI/AAAAAAAABuU/NEkWcug_n-Q/s72-c/reeditarei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-7816770508070414701</id><published>2010-03-09T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:34:20.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A DIFERENÇA ENTRE UM ANJO E UM AMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5a-uMA04LI/AAAAAAAABuM/hc0RlkwduE0/s1600-h/anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5a-uMA04LI/AAAAAAAABuM/hc0RlkwduE0/s320/anjo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446750500059144370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo nos toma pela mão e nos aproxima de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo foi enviado por Deus para aproximar-mos Dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo tem a obrigação de cuidar de nós...&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo cuida de nós por amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo te vê sorrir e observa tuas alegrias.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo te faz sorrir,e faz parte das tuas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo sabe quando necessitas da ajuda de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo te ajuda sem saber que necessitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo te ajuda, evitando problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo, te ajuda a resolvê-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo te vê sofrer, sem poder te abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo te abraça, porque não quer te ver sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo, na realidade, faz parte dos teus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo compartilha e luta para que teus sonhos sejam uma realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo sempre está contigo daí, não percebe a tua falta.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo, quando não está contigo, não só sente a tua falta, mas também pensa em ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo vela teus sonhos, Um amigo sonha contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo aplaude teus triunfos, Um amigo te ajuda para que triunfes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo se preocupa quando estás mal.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo se alegra quando estás bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo recebe uma oração tua.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo faz uma oração por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo te ajuda a sobreviver.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo vive por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Para um anjo, é uma missão que cumpre.&lt;br /&gt;Para um amigo, é um ato de amor e prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo é algo celestial.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo é uma oportunidade real de te conhecer melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na semelhança que há entre “UM ANJO E UM AMIGO”.&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo quer ser teu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo se dispõe também a ser o teu anjo...&lt;br /&gt;E é alguém que te cuida nas noites mais turbulentas,&lt;br /&gt;para que possa compartilhar de todos os teus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/09/03/0/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7816770508070414701?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7816770508070414701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=7816770508070414701' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7816770508070414701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7816770508070414701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/diferenca-entre-um-anjo-e-um-amigo.html' title='A DIFERENÇA ENTRE UM ANJO E UM AMIGO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5a-uMA04LI/AAAAAAAABuM/hc0RlkwduE0/s72-c/anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6629277672886495319</id><published>2010-03-08T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:34:10.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O SABER FEMININO -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3 style="padding: 0px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5VUYuc4gTI/AAAAAAAABuE/5ApX0drx4jo/s320/Dia+Internacionalda++Mulher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446352108137251122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carinhosamente enviado&lt;br /&gt;pela minha queridíssima IARA MAGALI.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a todas as MULHERES MARAVILHOSAS &lt;br /&gt;e aos homens inteligentes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Um Ponto de Interrogação" agradece.&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;br /&gt;Homenagem à mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No princípio eu era a Eva&lt;br /&gt;criada para a felicidade de Adão.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde fui Maria&lt;br /&gt;dando à luz aquele&lt;br /&gt;que traria a salvação&lt;br /&gt;mas, isso não bastaria&lt;br /&gt;para eu encontrar perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei a ser Amélia,&lt;br /&gt;a mulher de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Para a sociedade&lt;br /&gt;não tinha a menor vaidade&lt;br /&gt;mas, sonhava com a igualdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito tempo depois decidi:&lt;br /&gt;não dá mais!&lt;br /&gt;Quero minha dignidade.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho meus ideais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não sou só esposa ou filha&lt;br /&gt;Sou pai, mãe, arrimo de família&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou caminhoneira, taxista,&lt;br /&gt;piloto de avião, &lt;br /&gt;policial feminina,&lt;br /&gt;operária em construção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para atuar como quiser,&lt;br /&gt;ao mundo peço licença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu sobrenome ? ...&lt;br /&gt;... COMPETÊNCIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1031007187651841564?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1031007187651841564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=1031007187651841564' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1031007187651841564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1031007187651841564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/08-de-marco-dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='08 DE MARÇO - Dia  Internacional da Mulher'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5VUYuc4gTI/AAAAAAAABuE/5ApX0drx4jo/s72-c/Dia+Internacionalda++Mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-8269576810694857886</id><published>2010-03-07T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:31:31.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MULHER-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5O4YLkleyI/AAAAAAAABt0/p1XqqTqir4s/s1600-h/7fae990532f086511766d80d6c90542a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5O4YLkleyI/AAAAAAAABt0/p1XqqTqir4s/s320/7fae990532f086511766d80d6c90542a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445899099983674146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clik na foto para ampliar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma homenagem à mulher,em todos os parâmetros&lt;br /&gt;da Sociedade Universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Tens  nos olhos, o brilho de uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;o abraço mais quente que do sol, o calor&lt;br /&gt;tens sorriso mais belo que a luz da  lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;no coração, dos amores, o maior amor . &lt;br /&gt;tens na voz a mais doce melodia&lt;br /&gt;e no beijo, o mais gostoso sabor&lt;br /&gt;e se por perto, vês o perigo  evidente&lt;br /&gt;trocas por eles  a vida, se preciso for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eles vela o sono ... pisa no espinho...&lt;br /&gt;caminha nas pedras... deixa  limpo o caminho &lt;br /&gt;aos teus olhos são sempre “uma doce criança” &lt;br /&gt;por eles,  tens  a mais firme das esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vais de “cordeiro” a “leão” pra defender tua cria&lt;br /&gt;coração maior que o mundo, pra abrigar tua família.&lt;br /&gt;És  mãe... pai... amante... namorada...&lt;br /&gt;És tu mulher guerreira, a luz da estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 08/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-8269576810694857886?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/8269576810694857886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=8269576810694857886' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/8269576810694857886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/8269576810694857886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/mulher.html' title='MULHER-'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5O4YLkleyI/AAAAAAAABt0/p1XqqTqir4s/s72-c/7fae990532f086511766d80d6c90542a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-3018726991901431150</id><published>2010-03-05T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:52:54.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERMITA-ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5G1bCK3miI/AAAAAAAABs8/CVat4HGW2k4/s1600-h/Permita-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5G1bCK3miI/AAAAAAAABs8/CVat4HGW2k4/s320/Permita-me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445332900511193634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permita-me óh bem amado/&lt;br /&gt;que eu cante o desencanto/&lt;br /&gt;de não te ter ao meu lado./&lt;br /&gt;Permita-me também que chore/&lt;br /&gt;e de joelhos te implore/&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que tens me negado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permita-me sonhar contigo&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que seja só meu&lt;br /&gt;a fantasia dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;que um dia se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;quando fostes e eu fiquei&lt;br /&gt;pensando só no meu “eu”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permita-me dizer “te amo”.&lt;br /&gt;Nas longas noites te chamo&lt;br /&gt;quando me aninho, a sós&lt;br /&gt;e me acomodo no leito;&lt;br /&gt;me enrolo meio sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;nos nossos alvos lençóis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA-05/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-3018726991901431150?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/3018726991901431150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=3018726991901431150' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/3018726991901431150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/3018726991901431150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/permita-me.html' title='PERMITA-ME'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S5G1bCK3miI/AAAAAAAABs8/CVat4HGW2k4/s72-c/Permita-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5857865805967454248</id><published>2010-03-02T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:10:54.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMENTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S42M4PIQnVI/AAAAAAAABsU/OUS47L1fRnM/s1600-h/canteiro+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S42M4PIQnVI/AAAAAAAABsU/OUS47L1fRnM/s320/canteiro+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444162422322535762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia plantei sementes&lt;br /&gt;em volta do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Foi grande minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;ao ver o primeiro botão&lt;br /&gt;de uma linda amizade&lt;br /&gt;que cultivei com paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e as flores de carinho&lt;br /&gt;azuis como a cor do mar&lt;br /&gt;tão lindas e delicadas...&lt;br /&gt;daí me puz a pensar&lt;br /&gt;se essas me trazem a paz&lt;br /&gt;então, outras vou plantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plantei ali minha vida&lt;br /&gt;reguei com minha esperança&lt;br /&gt;matei as ervas daninhas&lt;br /&gt;com uma pá de confiança.&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo da tarefa&lt;br /&gt;guardo na minha lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No centro fiz um canteiro&lt;br /&gt;plantei prazer e amor&lt;br /&gt;não deixei chuva de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;sufocar a primeira flor&lt;br /&gt;semeei belos sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;tirei as pedras da dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não cultivamos&lt;br /&gt;toda a minha pretenção&lt;br /&gt;os jardineiros ”amigos”&lt;br /&gt;se esforçam nessa missão.&lt;br /&gt;Buscam flores de harmonia&lt;br /&gt;sem espinhos de traição.&lt;br /&gt;TORONTO/CA -11/07/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria &lt;br /&gt;(Repostagem)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-5857865805967454248?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5857865805967454248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=5857865805967454248' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5857865805967454248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5857865805967454248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/sementes.html' title='SEMENTES'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S42M4PIQnVI/AAAAAAAABsU/OUS47L1fRnM/s72-c/canteiro+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5675803628670313921</id><published>2010-02-25T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:57:20.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>APOSTEI MEU SEGREDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S4aqsSO-bnI/AAAAAAAABrQ/vEc0QdIpMUc/s1600-h/janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S4aqsSO-bnI/AAAAAAAABrQ/vEc0QdIpMUc/s320/janela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442224877509439090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui chamada à janela/&lt;br /&gt;que tantas vezes me mostrara/&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso franco.../&lt;br /&gt;um olhar tranqüilo.../&lt;br /&gt;Que me estimulara a ser forte/&lt;br /&gt;e lutar até a morte./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, vi alí um olhar profundo&lt;br /&gt;de um amor já moribundo,&lt;br /&gt;tentando equilibrar-se em&lt;br /&gt;pedaços de esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;até então mantida por&lt;br /&gt;suportes de confiança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pude então  me conter&lt;br /&gt;pelas lágrimas que vi correr&lt;br /&gt;e... no ímpeto de quem &lt;br /&gt;defende a cria,&lt;br /&gt;me vi,  a falar o que sabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apostei ali o segredo que guardava.&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim já não importava&lt;br /&gt;sofrer minha própria dor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria salvar&lt;br /&gt;o meu único e grande  amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 25/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-5675803628670313921?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5675803628670313921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=5675803628670313921' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5675803628670313921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5675803628670313921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/02/apostei-meu-segredo.html' title='APOSTEI MEU SEGREDO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S4aqsSO-bnI/AAAAAAAABrQ/vEc0QdIpMUc/s72-c/janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-1415501043353171941</id><published>2010-02-22T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T07:51:00.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RETALHOS DA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S4Uny43O-qI/AAAAAAAABrI/u7MMywZcrSs/s1600-h/retalhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S4Uny43O-qI/AAAAAAAABrI/u7MMywZcrSs/s320/retalhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441799479958108834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse meu  coração já cansado/&lt;br /&gt;que pulsa as vezes, descompaçado/&lt;br /&gt;já passaram muitos  amores,/&lt;br /&gt;também  alguns desamores./&lt;br /&gt;Um sem conta de alegrias/&lt;br /&gt;e um mundo de fantasias./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizes sonhos - sonhados/&lt;br /&gt;realidades  imaginadas...&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre concretizadas.&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras muitas que ouví,&lt;br /&gt;coisas que eu nunca entendi.&lt;br /&gt;Esperanças  que já  se foram,&lt;br /&gt;lembranças que  ficaram aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida feita de retalhos...&lt;br /&gt;cheia de caminhos e atalhos...&lt;br /&gt;alicersada em enganos&lt;br /&gt;desmoronando meus planos,&lt;br /&gt;descolorindo uma vida&lt;br /&gt;que ja fora colorida.&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim, pobre vivente!!!&lt;br /&gt;Podia ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA- 22/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1415501043353171941?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1415501043353171941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=1415501043353171941' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1415501043353171941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1415501043353171941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_9462.html' title='RETALHOS DA VIDA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S4Uny43O-qI/AAAAAAAABrI/u7MMywZcrSs/s72-c/retalhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-216175979140561229</id><published>2010-02-19T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T06:09:55.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AÇÕES E REAÇÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S37elmwFjKI/AAAAAAAABqY/6NljbDZpJdA/s1600-h/Solid%25C3%25A3odefinitivoII+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S37elmwFjKI/AAAAAAAABqY/6NljbDZpJdA/s320/Solid%25C3%25A3odefinitivoII+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440030137548901538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração, tem ações e reações&lt;br /&gt;que me deixam assim, atordoada.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes triste por nada,&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe, morrendo um pouco,&lt;br /&gt;ou então ficando louco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uma distância  desmedida&lt;br /&gt;dessa terra...nesse exílio.&lt;br /&gt; me impede de abraçar&lt;br /&gt;e os olhos comtemplar,&lt;br /&gt;de quem meu amor partilho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma prisão sem paredes,&lt;br /&gt;águas que não matam a sede,&lt;br /&gt;sol que brilha e não aquece.&lt;br /&gt;Lua que não aparece,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo no céu estrelado.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que não se realizam,&lt;br /&gt;lembranças que se eternizam...&lt;br /&gt;...Saudades de um bem amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esvaziei-me de mim,&lt;br /&gt;pra me deixar com você.&lt;br /&gt;Que pena! &lt;br /&gt;Voltei-me  a  encher&lt;br /&gt;com a vontade de lhe ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 19/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-216175979140561229?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/216175979140561229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=216175979140561229' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/216175979140561229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/216175979140561229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/02/acoes-e-reacoes.html' title='AÇÕES E REAÇÕES'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S37elmwFjKI/AAAAAAAABqY/6NljbDZpJdA/s72-c/Solid%25C3%25A3odefinitivoII+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-8837505181122063809</id><published>2010-02-18T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:33:28.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOVE...Há silêncio..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S314fNIdhKI/AAAAAAAABqQ/773oDHXTCMI/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S314fNIdhKI/AAAAAAAABqQ/773oDHXTCMI/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439636402429854882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como carinho, &lt;br /&gt;repasso aqui um lindo presente da amiga &lt;br /&gt;VALQUIRIA CALADO - &lt;br /&gt;Obrigada- de coracao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove. Há silêncio.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove. Há silêncio, &lt;br /&gt;porque a mesma chuva&lt;br /&gt;não faz ruído senão com sossego.&lt;br /&gt;Chove. O céu dorme&lt;br /&gt;quando a alma é viúva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que não sabe, o sentimento é cego.&lt;br /&gt;Chove. Meu ser (quem sou) renego...&lt;br /&gt;Tão calma é a chuva que se solta no ar&lt;br /&gt;(Nem parece de nuvens) que parece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Que não é chuva, mas um sussurrar,&lt;br /&gt;que de si mesmo, ao sussurrar, se esquece.&lt;br /&gt;Chove. Nada apetece...&lt;br /&gt;Não paira vento, não há céu que eu sinta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove longínqua e indistintamente,&lt;br /&gt;como uma coisa certa que nos minta,&lt;br /&gt;como um grande desejo que nos mente.&lt;br /&gt;Chove. Nada em mim sente... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;18/02/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-8837505181122063809?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/8837505181122063809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=8837505181122063809' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/8837505181122063809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/8837505181122063809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/02/choveha-silencio.html' title='CHOVE...Há silêncio..'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S314fNIdhKI/AAAAAAAABqQ/773oDHXTCMI/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-8553736183949769465</id><published>2010-02-13T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:11:10.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O MENESTREL - " Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlLh8K6FF8A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlLh8K6FF8A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...e voce aprende que beijos nao sao contratos e presentes nao sao promessas..."&lt;br /&gt; william shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-8553736183949769465?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6183417088350964438</id><published>2010-02-10T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:26:42.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESATINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S47UBiMMBAI/AAAAAAAABsc/7ErPdmWNsv0/s1600-h/Desatino+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S47UBiMMBAI/AAAAAAAABsc/7ErPdmWNsv0/s320/Desatino+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444522122360390658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive meus planos frustrados&lt;br /&gt;os meus sonhos mutilados&lt;br /&gt;quando dissestes que ias&lt;br /&gt;meus coração em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;se fez triste em descompaço&lt;br /&gt;ao imaginar que partias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive minhas faces molhadas&lt;br /&gt;pelas lágrimas derramadas&lt;br /&gt;com a dor que me invadia.&lt;br /&gt;Sofri por duas distâncias&lt;br /&gt;e perdi as esperanças&lt;br /&gt;de ver-te de novo, um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Deus, entrego-te em prece&lt;br /&gt;e digo que não me pesse&lt;br /&gt;pra que não chore por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Se partires, é teu destino.&lt;br /&gt;Ficarei em desatino&lt;br /&gt;mas, te espero sempre aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORONTO - 05/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-6183417088350964438?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6183417088350964438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=6183417088350964438' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6183417088350964438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6183417088350964438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/02/desatino.html' title='DESATINO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S47UBiMMBAI/AAAAAAAABsc/7ErPdmWNsv0/s72-c/Desatino+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6284347694494039419</id><published>2010-02-04T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:33:51.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIPINOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2x3dFaH7PI/AAAAAAAABp4/W5K08kIgp2Q/s1600-h/madona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2x3dFaH7PI/AAAAAAAABp4/W5K08kIgp2Q/s320/madona.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434850191881006322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No céu dos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;pontilham  astros  brilhantes.&lt;br /&gt;Pinceladas de lembranças&lt;br /&gt;tentam pintar um semblante.&lt;br /&gt;Desenha-se então uma imagem&lt;br /&gt; no sonho de alguns  instantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas que são teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;no meu céu   a  sintilar,&lt;br /&gt;desaparecem nas sombras&lt;br /&gt;que me impedem de olhar.&lt;br /&gt;São as nuvens da saudade&lt;br /&gt;querendo os olhos vendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse universo me perco&lt;br /&gt;na busca de uma certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço que são estrelas&lt;br /&gt;camuflando minha tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Acontece a hipinose&lt;br /&gt;mesclada da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto - 05/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='HIPINOSE'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2x3dFaH7PI/AAAAAAAABp4/W5K08kIgp2Q/s72-c/madona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-1849902868095511837</id><published>2010-02-01T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:45:18.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POETIZAREI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2d0BCgz96I/AAAAAAAABpQ/qxxGncw1Avo/s1600-h/blogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2d0BCgz96I/AAAAAAAABpQ/qxxGncw1Avo/s320/blogs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433439036648978338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetizarei  meu  amor&lt;br /&gt;a cada amanhecer, &lt;br /&gt;em todo anoitecer,&lt;br /&gt;sempre que for preciso,&lt;br /&gt;poetizarei meu amor&lt;br /&gt;sonhando com teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites de luz cheia&lt;br /&gt;deixando rastros na areia,&lt;br /&gt;remoendo minha saudade&lt;br /&gt;poetizarei meu amor&lt;br /&gt;momentos de intensa dor&lt;br /&gt;ou migalhas de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetizarei meu amor&lt;br /&gt;no calor do  sol ardente&lt;br /&gt;na luz da estrela cadente&lt;br /&gt;no orvalho que a noite  rega.&lt;br /&gt;Poetizarei meu amor&lt;br /&gt;na esperança que se esvai&lt;br /&gt;na lágrima quente que sai&lt;br /&gt;tão intensa  que os olhos cega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetizarei meu amor&lt;br /&gt;no brilho dos olhos teus,&lt;br /&gt;esses olhos que são meus&lt;br /&gt;preciosos diamantes .&lt;br /&gt;Poetizarei meu amor&lt;br /&gt;na moldura do rosto do teu &lt;br /&gt;no afago do abraço meu&lt;br /&gt;ao ter-te em sonho constante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA 01/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1849902868095511837?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1849902868095511837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=1849902868095511837' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1849902868095511837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1849902868095511837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/02/poetizarei.html' title='POETIZAREI...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2d0BCgz96I/AAAAAAAABpQ/qxxGncw1Avo/s72-c/blogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5595530208195703140</id><published>2010-01-28T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:47:27.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU VOLTAREI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2H9XH4QAtI/AAAAAAAABow/rMc6guNU-ts/s1600-h/voltarei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2H9XH4QAtI/AAAAAAAABow/rMc6guNU-ts/s320/voltarei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431901199279325906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu voltarei&lt;br /&gt;pra dizer que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Que na noite, te chamo&lt;br /&gt;tamanha a saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Eu voltarei&lt;br /&gt;pra te amar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer que somente&lt;br /&gt;em ti, tenho felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu voltarei&lt;br /&gt;pra pedir-te perdão&lt;br /&gt;pois, o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;também sangra incessante.&lt;br /&gt;Eu voltarei&lt;br /&gt;quando menos esperas.&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei as quimeras&lt;br /&gt;e seremos constantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu voltarei&lt;br /&gt;pra  dizer “ não vás embora”&lt;br /&gt;há de chegar a hora&lt;br /&gt;de dizer-te “não vás...&lt;br /&gt;não deixes tua vida...&lt;br /&gt;não fujas da lida...&lt;br /&gt;aqui é tua paz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu voltarei&lt;br /&gt;pra alegrar nosso ninho.&lt;br /&gt;Pra levar-te carinho&lt;br /&gt;e curar tua dor.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que voltarei&lt;br /&gt;a devolver teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;e dizer que preciso&lt;br /&gt;apenas do teu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA-  27/01/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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VOLTAREI...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2H9XH4QAtI/AAAAAAAABow/rMc6guNU-ts/s72-c/voltarei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5390548669149345702</id><published>2010-01-27T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:07:40.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INFELIZMENTE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2DxJxPrEwI/AAAAAAAABn4/75xy27a07VY/s1600-h/thumb_lluminaris+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2DxJxPrEwI/AAAAAAAABn4/75xy27a07VY/s320/thumb_lluminaris+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431606300749009666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei meus sonhos de lado&lt;br /&gt;quando os podia sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca liguei para o amor&lt;br /&gt;no tempo certo de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não olhei bem nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;quando eu pude te falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi  oportunidades&lt;br /&gt;perfeitas pra confessar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meus sentimentos secretos&lt;br /&gt;que hoje devo  guardar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA -27/01/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='INFELIZMENTE...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/S2DxJxPrEwI/AAAAAAAABn4/75xy27a07VY/s72-c/thumb_lluminaris+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-9141674555165841931</id><published>2010-01-20T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:17:02.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VERSOS MEUS...</title><content type='html'>És doença em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Nisso devo concordar&lt;br /&gt;mas  confesso : desse mal&lt;br /&gt;eu não quero me curar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doença que me faz bem&lt;br /&gt;sentir saudades de ti,&lt;br /&gt;isso me traz energia&lt;br /&gt;enquanto estou por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se  eu me for, não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;minha essência vai ficar.&lt;br /&gt;E a  estrela dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;pra mim, sempre vai brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA – 10/10/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-9141674555165841931?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/9141674555165841931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=9141674555165841931' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/9141674555165841931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/9141674555165841931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2010/01/versos-meus_20.html' title='VERSOS MEUS...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-7327284023989602841</id><published>2010-01-12T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:25:22.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGO...NÃO É COISA PRA SE GUARDAR...</title><content type='html'>“ Amigo é coisa pra se guardar...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permitam-me aqui, &lt;br /&gt;discordar do poeta&lt;br /&gt;e ao meu ponto de vista, &lt;br /&gt;fazer a definição correta.&lt;br /&gt;    - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;Amigo não é coisa, é anjo bom&lt;br /&gt;e está sempre perto da gente.&lt;br /&gt;É sorriso, alegria, amor e luz&lt;br /&gt;que a todo tempo está presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo não é pra se guardar&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sendo o mais precioso.&lt;br /&gt;Há de estar sempre contigo&lt;br /&gt;na dor ou em tempo ditoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é carinho e força.&lt;br /&gt;é alegria...paz...confiança.&lt;br /&gt;É quem seca as tuas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;e sempre te traz esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se está assim tão presente,&lt;br /&gt;como pode ser guardado-&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando for ausente,&lt;br /&gt;estará sempre ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA&lt;br /&gt;12/01/2010&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7327284023989602841?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7327284023989602841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golfinhos felizes assobiaram&lt;br /&gt;A cria de uma baleia acenou-me&lt;br /&gt;Uma andorinha do mar pousou na minha janela&lt;br /&gt;Uma maravilhosa e antiga história sussurou-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas brilharam no celeste&lt;br /&gt;A Lua estendeu seu manto&lt;br /&gt;com o fino lumiar dessa cena&lt;br /&gt;adormeci na imensidão deste mundo&lt;br /&gt;no embalo de...Uma Noite Serena... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite serena pra ti.&lt;br /&gt;Um mágico Natal&lt;br /&gt;Um terno beijo&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pelo Carinho&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-6712425562737106966?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6712425562737106966/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-8830487611151644700</id><published>2010-01-02T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:15:02.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...ESSA DISTÂNCIA...</title><content type='html'>No dissipar de uma tarde calma e fria&lt;br /&gt;aos confins desse mundo tão cinzento&lt;br /&gt;olhando arvores desnudas e silenciosas&lt;br /&gt;que triste, dançam ao crispar do vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração tambem desnudo como elas&lt;br /&gt;chora em silencio uma saudade infinita&lt;br /&gt;e descompassa cada vez que penso nela&lt;br /&gt;essa distância que tem sido minha desdita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que  queira esquecer o tempo&lt;br /&gt;e deixá-lo em sua longa caminhada&lt;br /&gt;me encolher e desistir do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;trancar em mim,deixar minh’alma calada&lt;br /&gt;meu grito mudo, que sufocado estremece&lt;br /&gt;é companheiro na insônia da madrugada.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA -03/01/10&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-8830487611151644700?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/8830487611151644700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=8830487611151644700' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/8830487611151644700'/><link rel='self' 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olhar, numa esperança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia é ano novo&lt;br /&gt;na harmonia das cores,&lt;br /&gt;na natureza esquecida,&lt;br /&gt;na fresca aragem da brisa,&lt;br /&gt;na própria essência da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia é ano novo,&lt;br /&gt;na escuridão do infinito,&lt;br /&gt;todo ponteado de estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Nos segredos desta vida&lt;br /&gt;no simples prazer de vê-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia é ano novo&lt;br /&gt;no orvalho sobre a relva,&lt;br /&gt;na passarela que encanta,&lt;br /&gt;no cheiro que vem da terra,&lt;br /&gt;e no sol que se levanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia é ano novo&lt;br /&gt;nas flores que desabrocham&lt;br /&gt;perfumando a atmosfera,&lt;br /&gt;nas folhas novas que brotam,&lt;br /&gt;anunciando a primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia é ano novo&lt;br /&gt;no colorido mais belo,&lt;br /&gt;dos olhos dos filhos meus...&lt;br /&gt;em ti minha paz, meu amor... &lt;br /&gt;...alegria dada por  Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia é ano novo&lt;br /&gt;no ciclo da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Neste ir e vir constante,&lt;br /&gt;no broto que se renova,&lt;br /&gt;na vida que segue adiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em quem semeia bondade,&lt;br /&gt;em quem ajuda o irmão,&lt;br /&gt;colhendo felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;cumprindo a sua missão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia é ano novo...&lt;br /&gt;portanto&lt;br /&gt;feliz ano novo... &lt;br /&gt;...todo dia!&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 12/12/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1192958885415770701?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1192958885415770701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-1175254285935875440</id><published>2009-12-08T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:44:23.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Ms da Vida</title><content type='html'>Olhei para a mão direita&lt;br /&gt;pra entender sua grafia&lt;br /&gt;Ví ali o M de mãe&lt;br /&gt;que também é de Maria&lt;br /&gt;Tem muitos Ms na vida&lt;br /&gt;que mostram coisas sobrias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o M de maldade,&lt;br /&gt;tem também o de Mentira,&lt;br /&gt;tem  a tal  Maledicência&lt;br /&gt;que aos Maldosos inspira&lt;br /&gt;E o que tem na mão direita&lt;br /&gt;as vezes a da esquerda tira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém,  Ms de duas Mortes&lt;br /&gt;virados,  são duas vidas   (M = VV)&lt;br /&gt;Também se escreve  Milagres&lt;br /&gt;nas  esperanaças  perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo...  não assustemos&lt;br /&gt;com os  Ms das nossas lidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA    25/10/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1175254285935875440?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1175254285935875440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6858736706152110014</id><published>2009-12-02T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:51:14.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUVIR ESTRELAS</title><content type='html'>Oi amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Não é meu hábito, postar textos que não sejam meus.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, hoje resolvi dividir com vocês esse belo poema&lt;br /&gt;do nosso imortal -OLAVO BILAC - tão profundo e lindo &lt;br /&gt;que vale a pena partilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/Sxapq7GuNZI/AAAAAAAABmA/BJwXSvZ1WUg/s1600-h/Estrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/Sxapq7GuNZI/AAAAAAAABmA/BJwXSvZ1WUg/s320/Estrelas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410698557217715602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUVIR ESTRELAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora ( direis ) ouvir estrelas!&lt;br /&gt;Certo, perdeste o senso!&lt;br /&gt;E eu vos direi, no entanto&lt;br /&gt;que, para ouví-las,&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes desperto&lt;br /&gt;e abro as janelas, pálido de espanto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E conversamos toda a noite,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a Via-Láctea, como um pálio aberto,&lt;br /&gt;cintila.&lt;br /&gt;E, ao vir do sol, saudoso e em pranto,&lt;br /&gt;inda as procuro pelo céu deserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direis agora: "Tresloucado amigo!&lt;br /&gt;Que conversas com elas?&lt;br /&gt;Que sentido tem o que dizem,&lt;br /&gt;quando estão contigo? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu vos direi:&lt;br /&gt;"Amai para entendê-las!&lt;br /&gt;Pois só quem ama pode ter ouvido&lt;br /&gt;capaz de ouvir  e entender estrelas&lt;br /&gt;       (Olavo Bilac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos -Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-6858736706152110014?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6858736706152110014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=6858736706152110014' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6858736706152110014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6858736706152110014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/12/ouvir-estrelas.html' title='OUVIR ESTRELAS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/Sxapq7GuNZI/AAAAAAAABmA/BJwXSvZ1WUg/s72-c/Estrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-9065239939874608819</id><published>2009-11-27T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:24:09.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUERIA MUDAR...</title><content type='html'>Sabe...&lt;br /&gt;queria mudar-me aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Ser  menos sentimental&lt;br /&gt;e muito mais racional.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe até te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;e assim deixar de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;com essa maldita incerteza&lt;br /&gt;que me traz tanta tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Não ser de ti, &lt;br /&gt;tão dependente...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! ...&lt;br /&gt;mas ela me faz tão bem&lt;br /&gt;e sei que em ti também&lt;br /&gt;derrama um certo prazer,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que do contrário&lt;br /&gt;tentes sempre me convencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria não fosse assim,&lt;br /&gt;mas aqui dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;meu coração é insistente&lt;br /&gt;em chamar-te constantemente.&lt;br /&gt;E esse amor que é infinito,&lt;br /&gt;nas estrelas foi escrito – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- não há de ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Cravado dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;estarás eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 27/11/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-9065239939874608819?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/9065239939874608819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=9065239939874608819' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/9065239939874608819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/9065239939874608819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/11/queria-mudar.html' title='QUERIA MUDAR...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-2374277156269553630</id><published>2009-11-20T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:26:02.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É TEMPO DE REFLETIR...</title><content type='html'>Sonhe com as estrelas mas,&lt;br /&gt;apenas sonhe. &lt;br /&gt;Alcançá-las,  impossível;&lt;br /&gt; pertencem ao céu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tente deter o vento, &lt;br /&gt;deixe-o correr por toda parte, &lt;br /&gt;ele tem pressa de chegar,&lt;br /&gt; sabe-se lá aonde. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas? Não as seque, &lt;br /&gt;elas precisam correr na minha, &lt;br /&gt;na sua, em todas as faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso!  &lt;br /&gt;Esse, você deve segurar; &lt;br /&gt;não o deixe ir embora, &lt;br /&gt;agarre-o! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persiga seus sonhos, não&lt;br /&gt;para expulsá-los mas,&lt;br /&gt;para concretizá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubra-se todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Alimente sua alma  com amor&lt;br /&gt;mas, não seja egoista, compartilhe&lt;br /&gt;também com o próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-se levar pelas vontades &lt;br /&gt;mas, não se enlouqueça por elas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abasteça seu coração de fé&lt;br /&gt;e  não a perca nunca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transborde seu coração de esperanças  &lt;br /&gt;mas, não deixe que  se afogue nelas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procure pintar seus dias, com alegria&lt;br /&gt;mas, não exagere nas cores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suba o mais alto que puder,&lt;br /&gt;seu alvo, as estrelas, &lt;br /&gt;seu limite, o céu e &lt;br /&gt;seu destino...o sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;Ame...Viva...Seja Feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-2374277156269553630?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/2374277156269553630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=2374277156269553630' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2374277156269553630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2374277156269553630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/11/momento-de-reflexao.html' title='É TEMPO DE REFLETIR...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-1977933962221168688</id><published>2009-11-16T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:52:38.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUERIA HOJE...</title><content type='html'>Queria hoje ouvir tua voz tão calma&lt;br /&gt;que acalma a tempestade do peito&lt;br /&gt;queria o calor do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;no aconchego dos teus braços...&lt;br /&gt;...do teu jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria hoje perceber o teu perfume &lt;br /&gt;que em mim, se faz bálsamo curativo&lt;br /&gt;Ah... &lt;br /&gt;eu queria  teu sorriso  iluminado&lt;br /&gt;a iluminar meu coração  tão pensativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria tanto hoje estar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;me alegrar  ouvindo tuas  histórias&lt;br /&gt;falar de coisas simples ...corriqueiras&lt;br /&gt;esquecer o tempo...o passar das horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar por perto...te olhar nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;e ter de volta a minha felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Dispensar essa saudade  insuportável&lt;br /&gt;que me dói tanto e machuca sem piedade.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA – 16/11/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1977933962221168688?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-1895821759876444653</id><published>2009-11-07T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:04:35.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POR TUA CAUSA...</title><content type='html'>Mais uma vez ela veio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem preciso abrir a porta&lt;br /&gt;que ja vive destrancada.&lt;br /&gt;Chega e entra sem bater;&lt;br /&gt;já está acostumada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe....&lt;br /&gt;Eu bem que gostaria &lt;br /&gt;de tê-la sempre afastada&lt;br /&gt;De dizer: Não te conheço,&lt;br /&gt;bateste na porta errada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente não posso&lt;br /&gt;afastá-la do meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;És companheira inocente,&lt;br /&gt;e sei que estás presente,&lt;br /&gt;por causa de um bem amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA -  07/11/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1895821759876444653?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1895821759876444653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=1895821759876444653' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1895821759876444653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/1895821759876444653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-tua-causa.html' title='POR TUA CAUSA...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-7167853502579471442</id><published>2009-11-05T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:19:44.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONTEM</title><content type='html'>Sentei no beiral da porta,&lt;br /&gt;pra ver o sol se esconder.&lt;br /&gt;Me puz a pensar na vida&lt;br /&gt;tentando imaginar você.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me de tempos idos,&lt;br /&gt;nosso trabalho e lazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei tanto...pensei tanto...&lt;br /&gt;Nem vi a noite chegar&lt;br /&gt;com o céu de amarelo ouro&lt;br /&gt;deixando a escuridão abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;Murmurei baixinho seu nome&lt;br /&gt;pra minha solidão acalmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E... fiquei parada alí&lt;br /&gt;meu pensamento voando...&lt;br /&gt;Me deparei com a distância&lt;br /&gt;tamanha nos separando.&lt;br /&gt;Fui dormir desencantada&lt;br /&gt;com o coração reclamando.&lt;br /&gt;Repostagem &lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 05/11/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7167853502579471442?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7167853502579471442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=7167853502579471442' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7167853502579471442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7167853502579471442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/11/ontem.html' title='ONTEM'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-7358035214150298696</id><published>2009-10-23T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:31:20.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GARGANTA DO MUNDO</title><content type='html'>Impiedosa ela chega.&lt;br /&gt;Vai ao ventre da natureza,&lt;br /&gt;leva o que tem pela frente&lt;br /&gt;triturando  toda a beleza.&lt;br /&gt;É a  garganta  do mundo&lt;br /&gt;que engole vilas e povoados&lt;br /&gt;deixa tudo em desarranjo;&lt;br /&gt;água e terra misturados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar, que outrora manso,&lt;br /&gt;derrepente tão revoltado,&lt;br /&gt;vai vomitando na praia&lt;br /&gt;o que nele foi jogado.&lt;br /&gt;As cidades em desalinho&lt;br /&gt;perdem a pompa. É só destroços.&lt;br /&gt;O que compramos, a custo,&lt;br /&gt;num piscar, já não é nosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem destruindo o homem,&lt;br /&gt;com inventos e alquimias,&lt;br /&gt;não percebe que o planeta&lt;br /&gt;morre um pouco a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA – 23/10/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7358035214150298696?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7358035214150298696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=7358035214150298696' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7358035214150298696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7358035214150298696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/10/garganta-do-mundo.html' title='GARGANTA DO MUNDO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6123332831498784325</id><published>2009-10-22T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:04:24.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LÁGRIMA</title><content type='html'>Essa lágrima, às vezes  doce,&lt;br /&gt;noutras, com sabor de sal,&lt;br /&gt;é tempero que cura as dores,&lt;br /&gt;essência que não faz mal...&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/SuCbaV3L3oI/AAAAAAAABkQ/MKgQ9TpuEeo/s1600-h/Abstrato%252010%5B1%5D--1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6123332831498784325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/10/lagrima.html' title='LÁGRIMA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/SuCbaV3L3oI/AAAAAAAABkQ/MKgQ9TpuEeo/s72-c/Abstrato%252010%5B1%5D--1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-7996208481720749168</id><published>2009-10-15T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:21:50.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AO MEU MESTRE......</title><content type='html'>Naquela noite. ..&lt;br /&gt;me senti desconsertada,&lt;br /&gt;quando eles me fitaram confiantes.&lt;br /&gt;Belos olhos os teus olhos professor;&lt;br /&gt;como amêndoas bem polidas e brilhantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me olharam firmemente como quem&lt;br /&gt;me passava a lição naquele instante.&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso ... único e cativante&lt;br /&gt;sorrateiro, calmo e silencioso&lt;br /&gt;lindamente iluminou o teu semblante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sorri, tentei ser descontraída,&lt;br /&gt;percebendo tua amável acolhida.&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que nasceu o grande amor&lt;br /&gt;um tesouro de incalculável valor.&lt;br /&gt;Estarás por todos sempre comigo&lt;br /&gt;meu anjo...meu filho...&lt;br /&gt;...meu professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu Mestre,(Prof. Flávio)&lt;br /&gt;minha eterna&lt;br /&gt;gratidão e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pelo teu dia "Dia do Professor"&lt;br /&gt;Toronto – 15/10/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7996208481720749168?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7996208481720749168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=7996208481720749168' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7996208481720749168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7996208481720749168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/10/ao-meu-mestre.html' title='AO MEU MESTRE......'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-9118156060105486302</id><published>2009-10-14T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:45:26.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUITAS ÁGUAS</title><content type='html'>Meu coração que em silêncio chora/&lt;br /&gt;conhece águas de todas as vertentes/&lt;br /&gt;desde as lágrimas chamadas  "alegria"/&lt;br /&gt;como as de dor por um amor ausente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse silêncio que aqui dentro guardo/&lt;br /&gt;vou remoendo essa saudade astuta/ &lt;br /&gt;que me fere o peito em desespero/&lt;br /&gt;a sofrer o que o coração  oculta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando aplacar muitas dores/&lt;br /&gt;que me traçou o sutil destino/&lt;br /&gt;percebo  de tua voz, rumores/&lt;br /&gt;acalmando minh’alma em desatino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginária  distância sem limites/&lt;br /&gt;vai tolindo os espaços de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Assim me ponho a reconstruir a vida/ &lt;br /&gt;regando os sonhos com gotas de poesia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA – 15/10/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-9118156060105486302?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-3232875680328705613</id><published>2009-10-09T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:04:19.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSIM EU VOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/Ss-JKNfMXnI/AAAAAAAABjc/AxQhq92X98Q/s1600-h/pegadas_na_areia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390678087497965170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/Ss-JKNfMXnI/AAAAAAAABjc/AxQhq92X98Q/s320/pegadas_na_areia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim eu vou.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo o caminho do vento,&lt;br /&gt;tomo a direção do mar...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa quanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;eu tenha que caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;deixando minhas pegadas&lt;br /&gt;porque sei que vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;toda minha caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Areia, as vezes quente&lt;br /&gt;torrando a alma da gente,&lt;br /&gt;misturando e confundindo&lt;br /&gt;tudo que tenho na mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim eu vou,&lt;br /&gt;procurando meu destino&lt;br /&gt;como um alegre peregrino&lt;br /&gt;que ama não ter parada&lt;br /&gt;se alimenta da esperança&lt;br /&gt;e não importa com nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas vou por aí,&lt;br /&gt;no caminho da aventura&lt;br /&gt;buscando o que foi perdido&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe eu encontre a cura&lt;br /&gt;para este coração partido...&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA – 09/10/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-3232875680328705613?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/3232875680328705613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=3232875680328705613' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/3232875680328705613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/3232875680328705613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/10/assim-eu-vou_2768.html' title='ASSIM EU VOU'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/Ss-JKNfMXnI/AAAAAAAABjc/AxQhq92X98Q/s72-c/pegadas_na_areia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-1149224120614034020</id><published>2009-10-05T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:20:25.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONDE OS SONHOS SE ACOMODAM...</title><content type='html'>Abri meu castelo de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e tu minha bela estrela&lt;br /&gt;entrou e se acomodou .&lt;br /&gt;Num repente... sem pedir licença&lt;br /&gt;meu pensamento abraçou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ofereci resistência.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei, sem entender direito&lt;br /&gt;e, lá estavas tu – me fitavas&lt;br /&gt;insistindo em ficar assim,&lt;br /&gt;junto ao meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei por quanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;mergulhei naquele espaço,&lt;br /&gt;sem resistir aos encantos&lt;br /&gt;nem pensar nos desencantos&lt;br /&gt;por não ter os teus abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tudo o que me levara...&lt;br /&gt;meus sonhos...minha alegria...&lt;br /&gt;tentei juntar os pedaços,&lt;br /&gt;acordar dos meus delírios&lt;br /&gt;e esquecer a fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto –CA 05/10/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-1149224120614034020?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-9129717089154683557</id><published>2009-09-27T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:53:07.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONDE FOI....</title><content type='html'>Onde foi que perdi o rastro teu ?&lt;br /&gt;Em que sombra o teu vulto dissolveu ?&lt;br /&gt;Andamos por tapetes de queixumes,&lt;br /&gt;nos ferimos com espinhos de ciumes,&lt;br /&gt;sem pensar que pequenos arranhões&lt;br /&gt;sangrariam nossos jovens corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cicatrizes profundas que ficaram&lt;br /&gt;desenhadas nos olhos entristecidos.&lt;br /&gt;Em que canto foi guardada a paixão&lt;br /&gt;que cobria nossos dias de emoção ?&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo teve que ser tão sofrido ?&lt;br /&gt;e hoje... um lixo assim esquecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como prémio nas incoerências da vida,&lt;br /&gt;temos sempre nossas noites mal dormidas.&lt;br /&gt;Teu caminho a um outro se juntou,&lt;br /&gt;teu sorriso para sempre se afastou&lt;br /&gt;do alcance dos meus olhos – infelizmente.&lt;br /&gt;...O que foi feito do amor da gente ? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA&lt;br /&gt;27-09-09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-9129717089154683557?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/9129717089154683557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=9129717089154683557' title='3 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estendida.&lt;br /&gt;Já expulsei pessoas que amava de minha vida&lt;br /&gt;e já me arrependi por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono,&lt;br /&gt;sem perceber que colhia lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;e deixava a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já acreditei em amores perfeitos,&lt;br /&gt;até descobrir que eles não existem.&lt;br /&gt;Já amei pessoas que me decepcionaram,&lt;br /&gt;também decepcionei pessoas que me amaram.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes me perguntei quem sou,&lt;br /&gt;até descobrir que sou essência de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Já tive certeza de mim a ponto de querer sumir,&lt;br /&gt;até descobrir que sou pura incerteza&lt;br /&gt;e tenho sempre que ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já menti e me arrependi depois.&lt;br /&gt;Já falei a verdade&lt;br /&gt;e também me arrependi.&lt;br /&gt;Já sorri com o coração em lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei por alegrias que senti.&lt;br /&gt;Já acreditei em pessoas que não valiam a pena&lt;br /&gt;e deixei de acreditar nas que realmente valiam.&lt;br /&gt;Já senti muita falta de alguém,&lt;br /&gt;sem coragem de falar.&lt;br /&gt;Já gritei quando deveria calar,&lt;br /&gt;já calei quando deveria gritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sonhei tanto a ponto de&lt;br /&gt;confundir o sonho com a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Já tive medo do escuro,&lt;br /&gt;até descobrir uma luz no fim do túnel&lt;br /&gt;Já caí inúmeras vezes&lt;br /&gt;achando que não iria me reerguer,&lt;br /&gt;Já me reergui inúmeras vezes&lt;br /&gt;achando que não cairia mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já corri atrás da felicidade sem saber&lt;br /&gt;que ela estava sempre comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Já chamei pessoas próximas de amigo&lt;br /&gt;e descobri que eram meros conhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;Já perdi oportunidades na vida&lt;br /&gt;e me arrependi por ter perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me dêem fórmulas certas,&lt;br /&gt;porque eu não espero acertar sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Não esperem que eu seja sempre correta&lt;br /&gt;porque vou seguir meu coração .&lt;br /&gt;Não me façam ser o que eu não sou,&lt;br /&gt;nunca peçam que eu seja igual,&lt;br /&gt;porque prefiro ser diferente .&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me dêm fórmulas para amar&lt;br /&gt;porque se amo, amo e ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei amar pela metade,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver de mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;nem voar com os pés no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Sou sempre eu mesma mas,&lt;br /&gt;com certeza não serei a mesma para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Toronto / 19/09/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-5439659829496419723?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5439659829496419723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=5439659829496419723' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-417685912625924740</id><published>2009-09-12T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:38:52.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CADERNO DE ANOTAÇÕES</title><content type='html'>Passo e repasso as páginas&lt;br /&gt;do caderno de anotações.&lt;br /&gt;Onde escrevi muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;teu nome, em versos...&lt;br /&gt;poemas e canções.&lt;br /&gt;Carimbei com as digitais&lt;br /&gt;de alegrias, tristesas e&lt;br /&gt;doces recordações.&lt;br /&gt;Revesti toda folha branca,&lt;br /&gt;com retratos de saudade&lt;br /&gt;desenhei e colori a&lt;br /&gt;nossa eterna amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falei da chuva de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;que floriu minha ilusão&lt;br /&gt;e também do grande estio&lt;br /&gt;que seca meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Pintei a luz dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;que é a luz dos dias meus&lt;br /&gt;e teu espírito de anjo&lt;br /&gt;presente dado por Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Mas....&lt;br /&gt;nossos mais caros tesouros&lt;br /&gt;às vezes a vida enterra&lt;br /&gt;e quebra nossos brinquedos&lt;br /&gt;onde o ciclo se encerra;&lt;br /&gt;faz com que os nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;se derramem sobre a terra.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 12/09/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-417685912625924740?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/417685912625924740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=417685912625924740' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/417685912625924740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/417685912625924740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/09/caderno-de-anotacoes.html' title='CADERNO DE ANOTAÇÕES'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-3507284947357368797</id><published>2009-09-03T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:00:11.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APENAS</title><content type='html'>Já não há mais alegria em teu canto&lt;br /&gt;teu  olhar ja perdeu todo encanto...&lt;br /&gt;ja não sabes  como  fazê-lo brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;quando arriscas um sorriso alegre&lt;br /&gt;já percebo  as pupilas merejar&lt;br /&gt;são  lágrimas pintando teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;mesmo insistindo em as guardar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja não cantas mais aquela melodia&lt;br /&gt;Nem há mais o compaço e harminia&lt;br /&gt;nas cordas do teu violão.&lt;br /&gt;Já não ouves tua música preferida&lt;br /&gt;todas elas já deixastes por perdidas&lt;br /&gt;só apenas guardadas no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te  lembras  mais do perfume&lt;br /&gt;que por vezes te causou tanto ciumes&lt;br /&gt;se alguém de um galanteio  usava.&lt;br /&gt;Ficando  apenas  no coração&lt;br /&gt;o som  de uma suave  canção&lt;br /&gt;que pra mim tão docemente cantavas.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto - 03/09/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-3507284947357368797?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/3507284947357368797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=3507284947357368797' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-503509172868047336</id><published>2009-08-29T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:51:22.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAL QUAL...</title><content type='html'>Vai o sol, percorrendo o seu destino;&lt;br /&gt;tão tristonho, já se põe lá no ocidente,&lt;br /&gt;e eu  aqui, a viver os desatinos,&lt;br /&gt;sofrendo,  por estar de ti ausente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este sol, no seu rubro esconderijo,&lt;br /&gt;não conhece talvez, a dor que sinto&lt;br /&gt;pela ausência que me causa tal acoite.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eu assim  neste imenso labirinto,&lt;br /&gt;sou, tal qual o sol em seu ocaso que&lt;br /&gt;sozinho dorme nos braços da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 29/08/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-503509172868047336?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/503509172868047336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=503509172868047336' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/503509172868047336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/503509172868047336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/08/tal-qual.html' title='TAL QUAL...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-987866423727527203</id><published>2009-08-25T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:15:20.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>A saudade é um fruto&lt;br /&gt;difícil de se comer&lt;br /&gt;Tem o doce das lembranças&lt;br /&gt;e o amargo do sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes te acho doce&lt;br /&gt;em outros: quanto amargor&lt;br /&gt;os teus mistérios saudade&lt;br /&gt;às vezes me causam dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade é calculada&lt;br /&gt;em algarismos também&lt;br /&gt;distância multiplicada&lt;br /&gt;pelo fator"querer bem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se um dia ele volta&lt;br /&gt;mando a saudade ir embora&lt;br /&gt;sabe o que eu mais queria?&lt;br /&gt;- que você partisse agora.   &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;Brasil-14/03/08&lt;br /&gt;        Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-987866423727527203?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/987866423727527203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=987866423727527203' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/987866423727527203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/987866423727527203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/08/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-7441206820405772192</id><published>2009-08-22T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:17:06.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DE JOELHOS</title><content type='html'>Me disseram certo dia&lt;br /&gt;que eu devia ser certinha,&lt;br /&gt;bem honesta...boazinha...&lt;br /&gt;sorridente...carismática...&lt;br /&gt;não ser assim, enigmática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não guardar ressentimentos&lt;br /&gt;e esquecer certos tormentos.&lt;br /&gt;Viver de bem com a vida&lt;br /&gt;deixar de ser tão sofrida;&lt;br /&gt;não me amarrar à paixão&lt;br /&gt;que é amiga da traição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei seguir os conselhos&lt;br /&gt;porém, me vi de joelhos&lt;br /&gt;diante de um coração&lt;br /&gt;que me abriu um espaço&lt;br /&gt;ajuntou os meus pedaços&lt;br /&gt;e me leva pela mão.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto - 22/08/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7441206820405772192?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7441206820405772192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=7441206820405772192' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7441206820405772192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7441206820405772192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-joelhos.html' title='DE JOELHOS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-5993845704123721816</id><published>2009-08-21T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:32:01.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UM PEDIDO DE DESCULPAS</title><content type='html'>Passei para deixar registrada aqui, a minha tristeza e diante de todos que passeiam pelo meu universo "Um ponto de Interrogação", me curvar e dizer "Minha culpa, minha única culpa". &lt;br /&gt;Dizem que nunca deve mexer no que está quieto - uma verdade - eu que o diga.&lt;br /&gt;Sem perceber a besteira que fazia, fui ao álbum do Picasa "Imagem do Blog" e deletei todas elas, sem saber que estava deletando também da página do blog. &lt;br /&gt;( Infelizmente.)&lt;br /&gt;Restaurei algumas que estavam em outra pasta, outras não.&lt;br /&gt;As que consegui, voltei a postá-las mas sem a mesma ordem de data. &lt;br /&gt;Desculpe Prof. Flávio, pelas da escola; me entristeci muito.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por entenderem minha "santa ignorância"&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informática Integrada- saudades dessa garotada- aqui, voltei no tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8pEmb2DzI/AAAAAAAABgU/6qtvXAkhpU8/s1600-h/SENAC_I_-INT-__018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8pEmb2DzI/AAAAAAAABgU/6qtvXAkhpU8/s320/SENAC_I_-INT-__018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372558039489842994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Flávio Lopes dos Santos- obrigada pelo carinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8pMJNPNCI/AAAAAAAABgc/Wr6LfBUtYOw/s1600-h/P_Fl%25C3%25A1vio%2B058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8pMJNPNCI/AAAAAAAABgc/Wr6LfBUtYOw/s320/P_Fl%25C3%25A1vio%2B058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372558169082901538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....pois é, você não queria ser fotografado mas, eu insistí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/SpAwxVDN--I/AAAAAAAABhE/0-A3uW6b-9o/s1600-h/Prof.F%C3%A1bio+Lopes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/SpAwxVDN--I/AAAAAAAABhE/0-A3uW6b-9o/s320/Prof.F%C3%A1bio+Lopes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372847979475368930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minha terra tem palmeiras, onde canta o sabiá"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8vdVzAvFI/AAAAAAAABg8/z-JujUTcqPE/s1600-h/GV+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8vdVzAvFI/AAAAAAAABg8/z-JujUTcqPE/s320/GV+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372565061590105170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-5993845704123721816?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5993845704123721816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=5993845704123721816' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5993845704123721816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/5993845704123721816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/08/passei-para-deixar-registrada-aqui.html' title='UM PEDIDO DE DESCULPAS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8pEmb2DzI/AAAAAAAABgU/6qtvXAkhpU8/s72-c/SENAC_I_-INT-__018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-2588175663777669503</id><published>2009-08-17T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:12:39.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESVENTURADA</title><content type='html'>O mesmo coração &lt;br /&gt;que ontem palpitou&lt;br /&gt;por uma feliz  realização &lt;br /&gt;hoje, se vê mutilado, &lt;br /&gt;tamanha  a decepção.&lt;br /&gt;A distância entre &lt;br /&gt;a euforia e o desânimo&lt;br /&gt;não existe quando se sente &lt;br /&gt;uma louca desventurada;&lt;br /&gt;quando a alegria do sonho&lt;br /&gt;vira triste  realidade &lt;br /&gt;e se transforma num “nada”.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto - 17/08/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-2588175663777669503?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/2588175663777669503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=2588175663777669503' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2588175663777669503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2588175663777669503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/08/desventurada.html' title='DESVENTURADA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6222276137280706319</id><published>2009-08-14T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:10:42.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU TESOURO</title><content type='html'>Ganhei um dia, na realidade,&lt;br /&gt;o que era um sonho. &lt;br /&gt;Tão precioso que não sei onde guardar, &lt;br /&gt;ou onde o ponho. &lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe, numa caixinha dourada, &lt;br /&gt;que aqui, junto ao meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;irá guardada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ao pé de um arco íris colorido... &lt;br /&gt;ou na neve que de branco vem vestida. &lt;br /&gt;Talvez em claras nuvens , num céu azul, &lt;br /&gt;ou quem sabe, num dos pólos... o do sul... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos mares, embalado com jeitinho&lt;br /&gt;levado entre ondas, com carinho, &lt;br /&gt;pra bem longe onde está, &lt;br /&gt;...em seu cantinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o guarde na caixinha de saudades. &lt;br /&gt;e mande ao vento, pelos ruas da cidade, &lt;br /&gt;contando ao mundo,do que é capaz&lt;br /&gt;a força de uma amizade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto- 18/11/08&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-6222276137280706319?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6222276137280706319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=6222276137280706319' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-30164453416767026</id><published>2009-08-08T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:23:07.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E ENTÃO...</title><content type='html'>Já não passa o tempo, como antes.&lt;br /&gt;A mesmisse que se espalha ao meu redor,&lt;br /&gt;cada hora, cada dia é bem maior.&lt;br /&gt;E as águas que desses olhos caíam,&lt;br /&gt;os suspiros que desse peito saíam&lt;br /&gt;silenciaram e repousam no cansaço&lt;br /&gt;dessa alma, onde já não existe espaço&lt;br /&gt;pra guardar velhos sonhos de outrora.&lt;br /&gt;e então...dos meus dias, &lt;br /&gt;o que eu faço agora ?&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA&lt;br /&gt;07/08/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-30164453416767026?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/30164453416767026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=30164453416767026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/30164453416767026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/30164453416767026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-entao.html' title='E ENTÃO...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-2815860448043274955</id><published>2009-07-31T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:30:57.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU MEDO</title><content type='html'>O que te vai ao coração,&lt;br /&gt;tão atentamente,&lt;br /&gt;que não dás por mim?&lt;br /&gt;Que bosque, ou rio, ou mar&lt;br /&gt;murmura dentro de ti,&lt;br /&gt;que te faz silencioso assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria falar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Dizer-te apenas que estou aqui,&lt;br /&gt;mas tenho medo.&lt;br /&gt;Medo que toda a música cesse&lt;br /&gt;e tu não possas mais &lt;br /&gt;partilhar versos e prosas.&lt;br /&gt;Medo de quebrar o fio&lt;br /&gt;que tece os dias sem memória&lt;br /&gt;e esquecer a mágica que a mim, &lt;br /&gt;levaste  à  glória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo de que, teu silêncio venha ser&lt;br /&gt;maior do que eu possa suportar...&lt;br /&gt;medo de que a estrela dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;nos meus se esqueça de brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Só quero saber de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Recolher os sorrisos que perdi,&lt;br /&gt;reprisar as notas que  ouví&lt;br /&gt;quando disseste:&lt;br /&gt;passe o tempo que passar,&lt;br /&gt;estarei sempre a te esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA – 31/07/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-2815860448043274955?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/2815860448043274955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=2815860448043274955' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2815860448043274955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2815860448043274955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-que-te-vai-ao-coracao-tao-atentamente.html' title='MEU MEDO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-2586508197335853783</id><published>2009-07-27T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:35:53.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO POSSO MAIS</title><content type='html'>Vi o amor chegar &lt;br /&gt;de mansinho...&lt;br /&gt;bem devagarinho...&lt;br /&gt;quando a face deixara de ser bela&lt;br /&gt;quando o tempo já marcara&lt;br /&gt;os meigos traços dela...&lt;br /&gt;...olhos que se escureceram,&lt;br /&gt;pelas tantas vezes que morreram&lt;br /&gt;com os desenganos que sofreram.&lt;br /&gt;Pupilas que se envelheceram&lt;br /&gt;pelas lágrimas que dalí&lt;br /&gt;tanto verteram...&lt;br /&gt;agora...já de malas prontas&lt;br /&gt;para a última partida...&lt;br /&gt;pergaminhos recheados &lt;br /&gt;com palavras de despedida...&lt;br /&gt;um “toc,toc” nas paredes&lt;br /&gt;do teu peito &lt;br /&gt;quando achas que já não&lt;br /&gt;tens mais o direito&lt;br /&gt;de lutar pela vida... pelo amor...&lt;br /&gt;teus sentidos, que já tidos&lt;br /&gt;sem valor...&lt;br /&gt;e nas páginas envelhecidas&lt;br /&gt;da tua alma&lt;br /&gt;resolvera arquivar  a tua dor.&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Porque esperaste as lágrimas ?&lt;br /&gt;porque esperaste as dores ?&lt;br /&gt;Deixates morrer minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;com o tormento dos desamores, &lt;br /&gt;       agora... &lt;br /&gt;um pouco tarde pra chegar.&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito...&lt;br /&gt;hoje vejo o amor desfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito mas...&lt;br /&gt;não posso mais  amar !&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA -27/07/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-2586508197335853783?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/2586508197335853783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=2586508197335853783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2586508197335853783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/2586508197335853783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-posso-mais.html' title='NÃO POSSO MAIS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-6547433844050212701</id><published>2009-07-25T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:26:50.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM SONHO...</title><content type='html'>Ouví a musica do tempo&lt;br /&gt;dizer: ADEUS,  nunca mais !&lt;br /&gt;Teu tempo, não tem mais tempo&lt;br /&gt;Já se foi- voltar....jamais.&lt;br /&gt;Sintonizei meus sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;passei por outros canais,&lt;br /&gt;usei as ondas sonoras&lt;br /&gt;e também as tropicais.&lt;br /&gt;Achei que o vento contrário&lt;br /&gt;me levara a outro cais.&lt;br /&gt;Moví os meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;pra tentar voltar atraz&lt;br /&gt;mas, o eco do meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Já não tinha mais sinais.&lt;br /&gt;Foi aí que acordei.&lt;br /&gt;Era um sonho... nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto-CA 25/07/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-6547433844050212701?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6547433844050212701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=6547433844050212701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6547433844050212701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/6547433844050212701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/07/sonhonada-mais.html' title='UM SONHO...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-2568685304047074194</id><published>2009-07-21T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:39:05.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEUS 64 ANOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8kR1_l46I/AAAAAAAABfc/ixtOE3_-bkg/s1600-h/OgAAAOM8oDtX8oHsYxuTQ97o33OJTvFG-ZvEBKoXZwTk7C1j0Im2LhLPRHn3xAvzthC8qASJ_00XQAY7FsBjEKjnCEUAm1T1UPMcHh0N8B_CzEL2XjQXabmCnISb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8kR1_l46I/AAAAAAAABfc/ixtOE3_-bkg/s320/OgAAAOM8oDtX8oHsYxuTQ97o33OJTvFG-ZvEBKoXZwTk7C1j0Im2LhLPRHn3xAvzthC8qASJ_00XQAY7FsBjEKjnCEUAm1T1UPMcHh0N8B_CzEL2XjQXabmCnISb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372552769446470562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olavo disse... &lt;br /&gt;Parabéns querida amiga nova.Desejo a você felicidade e paz.&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 de Julho de 2009 18:47&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-2568685304047074194?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/2568685304047074194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=2568685304047074194' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8kR1_l46I/AAAAAAAABfc/ixtOE3_-bkg/s72-c/OgAAAOM8oDtX8oHsYxuTQ97o33OJTvFG-ZvEBKoXZwTk7C1j0Im2LhLPRHn3xAvzthC8qASJ_00XQAY7FsBjEKjnCEUAm1T1UPMcHh0N8B_CzEL2XjQXabmCnISb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-7871121517500102101</id><published>2009-07-17T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:57:33.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALANDO DELA</title><content type='html'>No que tenho observado&lt;br /&gt;vejo-te como um mutante.&lt;br /&gt;Mudar o sentido d’alma,&lt;br /&gt;depende de cada instante.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes aqui presente,&lt;br /&gt;noutras aqui mas, distante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alimentas das migalhas &lt;br /&gt;que o tempo a ti propõe&lt;br /&gt;Respiras o som das palavras&lt;br /&gt;que os sinais a ti dispõe&lt;br /&gt;Te sustentas das lembranças&lt;br /&gt;que tua imaginação compõe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/SmDmHqm3gaI/AAAAAAAABTo/T1r4MEnWQWE/s1600-h/S5033627+c%C3%B3pia.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/SmDmHqm3gaI/AAAAAAAABTo/T1r4MEnWQWE/s320/S5033627+c%C3%B3pia.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359536575941673378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vestindo a camuflagem&lt;br /&gt;de conformada e feliz,&lt;br /&gt; la dentro te vejo aos trapos&lt;br /&gt;próprios do que a alma diz;&lt;br /&gt;com sorrisos transparentes&lt;br /&gt;de quem é tão infeliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz pose de gente alegre,&lt;br /&gt;apenas para enganar&lt;br /&gt;mas, quantas vezes na noite&lt;br /&gt;vejo teu pranto rolar.&lt;br /&gt;És verdadeira mutante&lt;br /&gt;no  ato de camuflar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa tristeza porêm&lt;br /&gt;tem nome e endereço.&lt;br /&gt;Não duvido que também&lt;br /&gt;tenha elevado preço.&lt;br /&gt;Os motivos do silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;com certeza os reconheço. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA 16/07/09 &lt;br /&gt;-Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-7871121517500102101?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7871121517500102101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=7871121517500102101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7871121517500102101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331747627934382856/posts/default/7871121517500102101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/2009/07/falando-dela.html' title='FALANDO DELA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08151341435612052435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/So8mK5y5QaI/AAAAAAAABf0/LbIII1aZZQ4/S220/ATgAAABazoPmxo340nYcnoIp9tBgXZ4TyreSKt1GGNXbO15QcIzp75Cb6oeABpIUm9Hq0bjZsU-c_CNi15I7t1Q8-5rlAJtU9VAQd-9jAXjGpQQew8-q_SaPMFLtGg%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__XT8hWs46jA/SmDmHqm3gaI/AAAAAAAABTo/T1r4MEnWQWE/s72-c/S5033627+c%C3%B3pia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331747627934382856.post-4891498428143955801</id><published>2009-07-15T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:50:14.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TER VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>Ter você, &lt;br /&gt;é caminhar pela vida confiante... &lt;br /&gt;sem medo de errar, &lt;br /&gt;mesmo sendo errante... &lt;br /&gt;com medo de pensar &lt;br /&gt;mas, já pensando&lt;br /&gt;Ser bruxa...ser mágica...&lt;br /&gt;me realizar, sonhando.&lt;br /&gt;Andar entre os espinhos,&lt;br /&gt;sem sentir os arranhões.... &lt;br /&gt;nem ter medo do escuro&lt;br /&gt;mesmo andando aos tropeções.&lt;br /&gt;Ter você, é querer ser melhor e &lt;br /&gt;doar muito mais do que se pode. &lt;br /&gt;Gritar ao mundo, &lt;br /&gt;tudo o que em meu peito explode.&lt;br /&gt;É ver a vida &lt;br /&gt;com os olhos da esperança&lt;br /&gt;e seguir em frente,&lt;br /&gt;pelos rastros da confiança .&lt;br /&gt;É ter forças pra lutar...crer...vencer. &lt;br /&gt;Poder olhar nos olhos a cada chegada, &lt;br /&gt;ficar com saudades a cada partida...&lt;br /&gt;e apesar de ter distância&lt;br /&gt;não pensar em despedida. &lt;br /&gt;Estar hoje com você, sei que não posso&lt;br /&gt;mas saber que o amanhã pode ser nosso. &lt;br /&gt;Ter você, é ter a mim mesma.... &lt;br /&gt;É apalpar meu coração e sentir que&lt;br /&gt;nele pulsa minha vida &lt;br /&gt;porque...&lt;br /&gt;ali pulsa um bem querer &lt;br /&gt;e por mais eu não queira,&lt;br /&gt;é difícil não sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto/CA - 15/07/09&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331747627934382856-4891498428143955801?l=umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umpontodeinterrogacao.blogspot.com/feeds/4891498428143955801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331747627934382856&amp;postID=4891498428143955801' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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