<?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-5657755204929568456</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:56:46.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gota do Oceano</title><subtitle type='html'>"Melodias doces guardam o medo da gente e trazem colo."(Marla de Queiroz)
Porque a vida poderia ser muito mais fácil se tocássemos como uma música... um dia lenta, um outro rock, uma bossa, um instrumental...até algo q nunca tenha ouvido.... leveza e sabedoria...
"Sem música a vida seria um erro"(Nietzsche)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1108639219248657093</id><published>2009-02-17T15:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:00:09.641-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"No One"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SZsJE8mTDcI/AAAAAAAADpI/oy11siKIvS0/s1600-h/SDC11836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303842966749777346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SZsJE8mTDcI/AAAAAAAADpI/oy11siKIvS0/s320/SDC11836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want you close&lt;br /&gt;Where you can stay forever&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;That it will only get better&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cause&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking&lt;br /&gt;They can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel&lt;br /&gt;For you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is hurting&lt;br /&gt;You will always be around&lt;br /&gt;This I know for certain&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cause&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking&lt;br /&gt;They can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel&lt;br /&gt;For you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel&lt;br /&gt;I know, some people search the world&lt;br /&gt;To find something like what we have&lt;br /&gt;I know, people will try&lt;br /&gt;Try to divide something so real&lt;br /&gt;So 'till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you there is&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Em férias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Curtindo e descansando!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1108639219248657093?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1108639219248657093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1108639219248657093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1108639219248657093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1108639219248657093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-one.html' title='&quot;No One&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SZsJE8mTDcI/AAAAAAAADpI/oy11siKIvS0/s72-c/SDC11836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-298099254438139944</id><published>2009-01-14T23:09:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:21:44.900-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aconteceu"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SW6PIGOyfUI/AAAAAAAADog/PH-L6gQDSwU/s1600-h/1722684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291323981481278786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SW6PIGOyfUI/AAAAAAAADog/PH-L6gQDSwU/s320/1722684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aconteceu quando a gente não esperava&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu sem um sino pra tocar&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu diferente das histórias&lt;br /&gt;Que os romances e a memória&lt;br /&gt;Têm costume de contar&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu sem que o chão tivesse estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu sem um raio de luar&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor foi chegando de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Se espalhou devagarinho&lt;br /&gt;Foi ficando até ficar&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu sem que o mundo agradecesse&lt;br /&gt;Sem que rosas florescessem&lt;br /&gt;Sem um canto de louvor&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu sem que houvesse nenhum drama&lt;br /&gt;Só o tempo fez a cama&lt;br /&gt;Como em todo grande amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sem tempo pra postar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;minha vida mole acabou no trabalho...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Muito feliz por tudo que acontece fora trampo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Muito apaixonada!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Saudades de postar todo dia =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-298099254438139944?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/298099254438139944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=298099254438139944&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/298099254438139944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/298099254438139944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2009/01/aconteceu.html' title='&quot;Aconteceu&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SW6PIGOyfUI/AAAAAAAADog/PH-L6gQDSwU/s72-c/1722684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-2715442987873247901</id><published>2009-01-03T13:21:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:28:19.781-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Crazy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SV-EBpa962I/AAAAAAAADXI/qJx9jFnNLIE/s1600-h/1043409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287089651389950818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SV-EBpa962I/AAAAAAAADXI/qJx9jFnNLIE/s320/1043409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come 'ere baby&lt;br /&gt;You know you drive me up the wall&lt;br /&gt;the way you make good on all the nasty tricks you pull&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love&lt;br /&gt;And it always seems you got somthin' on your mind other than me&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you got to change your crazy ways&lt;br /&gt;You hear me&lt;br /&gt;Say you're leavin on a seven thirty train&lt;br /&gt;and that you're headin' out to Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;Girl you been givin me the line so many times&lt;br /&gt;it kind gets like feelin bad looks good&lt;br /&gt;That kind lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Turns a man to a slave&lt;br /&gt;That kind lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Sends a man right to his grave&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;You turn it on&lt;br /&gt;Then you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you drive me&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, honey&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the color blue. . .&lt;br /&gt;You're packin up your stuff and talkin like it's tough&lt;br /&gt;and tryin to tell me that it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;But I know you ain't wearin' nothin' underneath that overcoat&lt;br /&gt;And it's all a show&lt;br /&gt;That kind lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna pull&lt;br /&gt;Down the shade, yeah&lt;br /&gt;That kinda lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now I'm never gonna be the same&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;I'm losin my mind, girl&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;I need your love, honey&lt;br /&gt;I need your love&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm losin my mind, girl&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby&lt;br /&gt;You turn it on, then you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you drive me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;É... mas vc não vai embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Graças a Deus... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Feliz 2009!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-2715442987873247901?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2715442987873247901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=2715442987873247901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/2715442987873247901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/2715442987873247901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy.html' title='&quot;Crazy&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SV-EBpa962I/AAAAAAAADXI/qJx9jFnNLIE/s72-c/1043409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1085719668846297964</id><published>2008-12-26T08:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:53:33.074-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Iris"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SVS3Te1-gyI/AAAAAAAADSs/bXN5Tb03-bg/s1600-h/902110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SVS3Te1-gyI/AAAAAAAADSs/bXN5Tb03-bg/s320/902110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284049808137290530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I don't think they'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Esse Natal foi abençoado!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E os meus maiores presentes não foram os materiais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1085719668846297964?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1085719668846297964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1085719668846297964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1085719668846297964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1085719668846297964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/iris.html' title='&quot;Iris&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SVS3Te1-gyI/AAAAAAAADSs/bXN5Tb03-bg/s72-c/902110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-144167869358581298</id><published>2008-12-23T09:06:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:12:54.954-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bem simples"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SVDGTa15UrI/AAAAAAAADSM/70mO8uDmGEA/s1600-h/1844664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SVDGTa15UrI/AAAAAAAADSM/70mO8uDmGEA/s320/1844664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282940399830782642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo é bem simples&lt;br /&gt;Tudo natural&lt;br /&gt;Um amor moreno&lt;br /&gt;Fruto tropical&lt;br /&gt;Todas as cores&lt;br /&gt;Que eu puder te dar&lt;br /&gt;Toda fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Que eu puder sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei te dizer&lt;br /&gt;tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra que&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tenho a música (música)&lt;br /&gt;Bom é bem simples&lt;br /&gt;Sem nos complicar&lt;br /&gt;E bastante tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pra te amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra que&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tenho a música (música)&lt;br /&gt;Bom é bem simples&lt;br /&gt;Sem nos complicar&lt;br /&gt;E bastante tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pra se amar.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ontem não poderia ter sido diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Te amo!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-144167869358581298?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/144167869358581298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=144167869358581298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/144167869358581298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/144167869358581298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/bem-simples.html' title='&quot;Bem simples&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SVDGTa15UrI/AAAAAAAADSM/70mO8uDmGEA/s72-c/1844664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6867998779301393823</id><published>2008-12-22T01:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:02:13.899-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fogo e Gasolina"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SU8QsvIq7AI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/HHnKId6iq8M/s1600-h/SDC10744.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282459248682003458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SU8QsvIq7AI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/HHnKId6iq8M/s320/SDC10744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é um avião, eu sou um edifício&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um abrigo, você é um míssil&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a mata e você a moto serra&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um terremoto e você a terra&lt;br /&gt;O nosso jogo é perigoso, menina&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo, nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo e gasolina&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo, nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo e gasolina&lt;br /&gt;Você é o fósforo, eu sou o pavio&lt;br /&gt;Você é um torpedo, eu sou o navio&lt;br /&gt;Você é o trem e eu sou o trilho&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o dedo e você é o meu gatilho&lt;br /&gt;O nosso jogo é perigoso, menina&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo, nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo e gasolina&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo, nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo e gás&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a veia, você é a agulha&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o gás, você é a fagulha&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o fogo e você a gasolina&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a pólvora e você a mina&lt;br /&gt;O nosso jogo perigoso combina&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo, nós somos fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fogo e gasolina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hummmm... mais do que isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nos amamos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Momento especial do fds =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6867998779301393823?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6867998779301393823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6867998779301393823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6867998779301393823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6867998779301393823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/fogo-e-gasolina.html' title='&quot;Fogo e Gasolina&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SU8QsvIq7AI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/HHnKId6iq8M/s72-c/SDC10744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5294805221030391221</id><published>2008-12-19T08:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:59:35.014-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mensagem de amor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUt-EQWKOII/AAAAAAAAC-w/lu3UVEQRV6k/s1600-h/858698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUt-EQWKOII/AAAAAAAAC-w/lu3UVEQRV6k/s320/858698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281453599594526850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os livros na estante&lt;br /&gt;Já não tem mais&lt;br /&gt;Tanta importância&lt;br /&gt;Do muito que eu li&lt;br /&gt;Do pouco que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Nada me resta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A não ser&lt;br /&gt;    A vontade de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;    E o motivo eu ja nem sei&lt;br /&gt;    Nem que seja só para estar&lt;br /&gt;    Ao teu lado só pra ler&lt;br /&gt;    No teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;    Uma mensagem de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite eu me deito&lt;br /&gt;Então escuto&lt;br /&gt;A mensagem no ar&lt;br /&gt;Tambores runfando&lt;br /&gt;Eu ja não tenho&lt;br /&gt;Nada pra te dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A não ser&lt;br /&gt;    A vontade de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;    E o motivo eu ja nem sei&lt;br /&gt;    Nem que seja só para estar&lt;br /&gt;    Ao teu lado só pra ler&lt;br /&gt;    No teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;    Uma mensagem de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No céu estrelado&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perco&lt;br /&gt;Com os pés na terra&lt;br /&gt;Vagando entre os astros&lt;br /&gt;Nada me move&lt;br /&gt;Nem me faz parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;A não ser&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E o motivo eu ja nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja só para estar&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado só pra ler&lt;br /&gt;No teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Uma mensagem de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Extra-oficial pq tem q ser especial neh?!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;curiosidade até as tampas... mas deixa estar....rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5294805221030391221?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5294805221030391221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5294805221030391221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5294805221030391221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5294805221030391221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/mensagem-de-amor.html' title='&quot;Mensagem de amor&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUt-EQWKOII/AAAAAAAAC-w/lu3UVEQRV6k/s72-c/858698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-3046450303698683493</id><published>2008-12-18T14:17:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:22:57.668-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sou dela"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUp4pAUtxJI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/8KYKuC251IE/s1600-h/2155885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUp4pAUtxJI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/8KYKuC251IE/s320/2155885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281166158902183058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="letratxt" class="letratxt"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperei por tanto tempo e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;esse tempo agora acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;demorou mas fez sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fez sentido que chegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu pensei que fosse nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas agora já se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"nunca mais" parece triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;triste eu era agora passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque eu estou com ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sou dela, sem ela não sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque eu preciso dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;só dela, com ela eu vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sempre olhei à mim e os outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;estava em toda multidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sendo muito e tendo pouco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dando muita explicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;quero olhar pra esse mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ver o mundo em seu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;quero ser, te quero muito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficar junto e respirar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque eu estou com ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sou dela, sem ela não sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque eu preciso dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;só dela, com ela eu vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;estava tão longe, num outro lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;trancado, distante, na esfera lunar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;na superfície ou no deserto, no asfalto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou no avião, na prateleira de um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;deposito, na cordilheira de um vulcão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;não vou te mudar, não vou te mudar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;não vou te mudar, não vou te mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;alegria é um presépio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a tristeza é tentação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;três marias de um mistério,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a surpresa em procissão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;trocaria a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pela noite que chegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;luz do dia, realidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de mãos dadas eu estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque eu estou com ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sou dela, sem ela não sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque eu preciso dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;só dela, com ela eu vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque eu estou com ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sou dela, sem ela não sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque eu preciso dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;só dela, com ela eu vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra-oficial....kkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-3046450303698683493?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3046450303698683493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=3046450303698683493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3046450303698683493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3046450303698683493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/sou-dela.html' title='&quot;Sou dela&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUp4pAUtxJI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/8KYKuC251IE/s72-c/2155885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5344310799553378557</id><published>2008-12-17T08:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:09:28.026-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Temporada das flores"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUjcl2aUtPI/AAAAAAAAC9U/tpD_Ygr-TuI/s1600-h/SDC10637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUjcl2aUtPI/AAAAAAAAC9U/tpD_Ygr-TuI/s320/SDC10637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280713105911100658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Agora me aguardem&lt;br /&gt;Chegaram às tardes de sol a pino&lt;br /&gt;Pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Flores e amigos&lt;br /&gt;Me encontram vestindo&lt;br /&gt;Meu melhor sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu passei um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Andando no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Procurando&lt;br /&gt;Não achar as respostas&lt;br /&gt;Eu era a causa&lt;br /&gt;E a saída de tudo&lt;br /&gt;E eu cavei como um túnel&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho de volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me espera, amor&lt;br /&gt;Que eu estou chegando&lt;br /&gt;Depois do inverno&lt;br /&gt;É a vida em cores&lt;br /&gt;Espera, amor&lt;br /&gt;Nossa temporada das flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te trago&lt;br /&gt;Um milhão de presentes&lt;br /&gt;Que eu achava&lt;br /&gt;Que já tinha perdido&lt;br /&gt;Mas estavam&lt;br /&gt;Na mesma gaveta&lt;br /&gt;Que o calor das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;E o amor pela vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me espera&lt;br /&gt;Estou chegando com fome&lt;br /&gt;Preparando o campo&lt;br /&gt;E a alma pras flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Alguém falar no meu nome&lt;br /&gt;Eu te juro que pode&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar nos rumores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me espera, amor&lt;br /&gt;Que eu estou chegando&lt;br /&gt;Depois do inverno&lt;br /&gt;É a vida em cores&lt;br /&gt;Espera, amor&lt;br /&gt;Nossa temporada das flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Agora me aguardem&lt;br /&gt;Chegaram às tardes de sol a pino.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sol a pino no meu coração...no seu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;pq o tempo literal...aff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fui ao lançamento do livro da Marla de Queiroz - Flores de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Me deliciando!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5344310799553378557?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5344310799553378557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5344310799553378557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5344310799553378557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5344310799553378557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/temporada-das-flores.html' title='&quot;Temporada das flores&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUjcl2aUtPI/AAAAAAAAC9U/tpD_Ygr-TuI/s72-c/SDC10637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6846351683120455308</id><published>2008-12-16T11:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:01:18.328-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Anjo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUe0UUGatAI/AAAAAAAAC8c/LqMqCwNKKIc/s1600-h/461826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUe0UUGatAI/AAAAAAAAC8c/LqMqCwNKKIc/s320/461826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280387349201204226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se você vê estrelas demais&lt;br /&gt;Lembre que um sonho não volta atrás&lt;br /&gt;Chega perto e diz "Anjo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você sente o corpo colar&lt;br /&gt;Solte o seu medo bem devagar&lt;br /&gt;Chega perto e diz "Anjo"&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais perto e diz "Anjo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uma coisa louca&lt;br /&gt;Sai do seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Fique em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o amor entrar&lt;br /&gt;Pra que tanta pressa de chegar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sei o jeito e o lugar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sei o jeito e o lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Estamos nos permitindo... e está sendo maravilhoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Borboletas no estômago&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6846351683120455308?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6846351683120455308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6846351683120455308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6846351683120455308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6846351683120455308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/anjo.html' title='&quot;Anjo&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUe0UUGatAI/AAAAAAAAC8c/LqMqCwNKKIc/s72-c/461826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1943606313490158096</id><published>2008-12-16T09:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:30:11.735-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sampa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUeQ-PbGidI/AAAAAAAAC8U/w7nSOOO4yIw/s1600-h/1277208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUeQ-PbGidI/AAAAAAAAC8U/w7nSOOO4yIw/s320/1277208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280348487081691602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguma coisa acontece no meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que só quando cruzo a Ipiranga e a Avenida São João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é que quando eu cheguei por aqui eu nada entendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da dura poesia concreta de tuas esquinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da deselegância discreta de tuas meninas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda não havia para mim Rita Lee, a tua mais completa tradução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguma coisa acontece no meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que só quando cruzo a Ipiranga e a Avenida São João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando eu te encarei frente a frente não vi o meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chamei de mau gosto o que vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de mau gosto, mau gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é que Narciso acha feio o que não é espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a mente apavora o que ainda não é mesmo velho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nada do que não era antes quando não somos mutantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E foste um difícil começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;afasto o que não conheço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e quem vende outro sonho feliz de cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aprende de pressa a chamar-te de realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque és o avesso do avesso do avesso do avesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do povo oprimido nas filas, nas vilas, favelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da força da grana que ergue e destrói coisas belas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da feia fumaça que sobe apagando as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu vejo surgir teus poetas de campos e espaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuas oficinas de florestas, teus deuses da chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panaméricas de Áfricas utópicas, túmulo do samba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais possível novo quilombo de Zumbi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e os novos baianos passeiam na tua garoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e novos baianos te podem curtir numa boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Origem... mas aí foi só o começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1943606313490158096?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1943606313490158096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1943606313490158096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1943606313490158096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1943606313490158096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/sampa.html' title='&quot;Sampa&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUeQ-PbGidI/AAAAAAAAC8U/w7nSOOO4yIw/s72-c/1277208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-3544836793427063933</id><published>2008-12-15T15:03:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:32:32.325-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Que belo e estranho dia pra se ter alegria"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUaTUu7oioI/AAAAAAAAC7w/kOkdVjcCT00/s1600-h/614026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUaTUu7oioI/AAAAAAAAC7w/kOkdVjcCT00/s320/614026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280069597543303810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Notícias perderão todo controle dos fatos&lt;br /&gt;Celebridades cairão no anonimato&lt;br /&gt;Palavras deformadas&lt;br /&gt;Fotos desfocadas&lt;br /&gt;Vão atravessar o Atlântico&lt;br /&gt;Jornais sairão em branco&lt;br /&gt;E as telas planas de plasma vão se dissolver&lt;br /&gt;O argumento ficou sem assunto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter mais tempo pra gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter mais tempo pra enlouquecer com você&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter mais tempo pra gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter mais tempo pra enloquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os políticos amanhecerão sem voz&lt;br /&gt;O outdoor com as letras trocadas&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do Banco Central&lt;br /&gt;O pessoal vai esquecer como é que assina&lt;br /&gt;A própria assinatura&lt;br /&gt;E os taxistas já não sabem que rua pegar&lt;br /&gt;Que belo estranho dia pra se ter alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu respondo e pergunto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só o tempo pra gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;É só o tempo de eu enloquecer com você&lt;br /&gt;É só o tempo pra gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;É só o tempo de eu enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarmes já pararam de apitar&lt;br /&gt;O telefone celular descarregou&lt;br /&gt;O aeroporto tá sem teto&lt;br /&gt;E a moça da TV prevê&lt;br /&gt;Silêncios e nuvens&lt;br /&gt;A firma que eu trabalho faliu&lt;br /&gt;E o governo decretou feriado amanhã no Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é pedir muito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito da gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito de enlouquecer com você&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito da gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito de enlouquecer com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cada vez mais.....  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-3544836793427063933?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3544836793427063933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=3544836793427063933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3544836793427063933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3544836793427063933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/que-belo-e-estranho-dia-pra-se-ter.html' title='&quot;Que belo e estranho dia pra se ter alegria&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUaTUu7oioI/AAAAAAAAC7w/kOkdVjcCT00/s72-c/614026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4578896355109857784</id><published>2008-12-12T09:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:38:53.806-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Todas elas juntas num só ser"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUJMjW6YiTI/AAAAAAAACmk/LAJwneYGjMM/s1600-h/624064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUJMjW6YiTI/AAAAAAAACmk/LAJwneYGjMM/s320/624064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278865883561232690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Só você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje eu canto só você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Que eu quero porque quero, por querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje elejo e elogio só você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Só você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Que nem você não há nem quem nem quê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais que tudo é só você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As coisas mais queridas você é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você pra mim é o sol da minha noite;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É como a rosa, luz de Pixinguinha;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É como a estrela pura aparecida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A estrela a refulgir, do Poetinha;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você, ó flor, é como a nuvem calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No céu da alma de Luiz Vieira;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você é como a luz do sol da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De Steve Wonder, ó minha parceira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você é pra mim e o meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crescendo como mato em campos vastos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais que a gatinha para Erasmo Carlos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais que a cigana pra Ronaldo bastos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais que a divina dama pra Cartola;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que a domna pra Ventadorn, Bernart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que a honey baby pra Waly Salomão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E a funny valentine pra Lorenz Hart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais que tudo e todas, é só você;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que é todas elas juntas num só ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Post pra você sim....rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;pq depois de ontem mta coisa já mudou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4578896355109857784?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4578896355109857784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4578896355109857784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4578896355109857784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4578896355109857784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/todas-elas-juntas-num-s-ser.html' title='&quot;Todas elas juntas num só ser&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUJMjW6YiTI/AAAAAAAACmk/LAJwneYGjMM/s72-c/624064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-3069635644659526028</id><published>2008-12-12T08:54:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:00:50.004-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Meu"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUJD4ptDtmI/AAAAAAAACmc/_-NEYDGriiA/s1600-h/624064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUJD4ptDtmI/AAAAAAAACmc/_-NEYDGriiA/s320/624064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278856353778218594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Você sabe fazer tudo o que faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;nada existe em você que eu não goste demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;quando você diz me apaixonei por você, "meu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;faz a cara feliz de quem sabe o que é seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;eu nunca vi nada assim "ô loco"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;e o que faz o amor pra se proteger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;dá um "zignal" na dor é vetado sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;discordar, discutir nada é mais saudável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;não, não, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;um olhar neném de ser logo fecha a questão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;eu nunca vi nada assim "ô loco"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ar, só com você,&lt;br /&gt;mar, com você qualquer fundura dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;tudo é tão meu&lt;br /&gt;quando você vem se chegando,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;chegando de um modo só seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É essa a musica que você me disse ontem????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-3069635644659526028?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3069635644659526028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=3069635644659526028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3069635644659526028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3069635644659526028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/meu.html' title='&quot;Meu&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUJD4ptDtmI/AAAAAAAACmc/_-NEYDGriiA/s72-c/624064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-140601597967717962</id><published>2008-12-11T16:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:40:43.412-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Solidão que nada"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUFea9Nrf4I/AAAAAAAACmU/8zvI7fGNLlM/s1600-h/528188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUFea9Nrf4I/AAAAAAAACmU/8zvI7fGNLlM/s320/528188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278604055456481154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada aeroporto é um nome no papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um novo rosto atrás do mesmo vel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguém me espera e adivinha no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que meu novo nome é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um estranho que me quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu quero tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No próximo hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por mar, por terra, ou via embratel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela é um satelite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que só quer me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas não há promessas não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É só um novo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viver é bom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas curvas da estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solidão que nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viver é bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Partida e chegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solidão que nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solidão que nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguém me espera e adivinha no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que o meu novo nome é um estranho que me quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu quero tudo, tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no próximo hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por mar, por terra, ou via embratel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela é um satelite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que só quer me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas não há promessas não, não há promessas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É só um novo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Salve Cazuza  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-140601597967717962?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/140601597967717962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=140601597967717962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/140601597967717962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/140601597967717962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/solido-que-nada.html' title='&quot;Solidão que nada&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUFea9Nrf4I/AAAAAAAACmU/8zvI7fGNLlM/s72-c/528188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5524855047208546632</id><published>2008-12-11T09:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:22:12.551-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Flores"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUD3rmX8v_I/AAAAAAAACmM/z-JojGvRQq8/s1600-h/lirios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUD3rmX8v_I/AAAAAAAACmM/z-JojGvRQq8/s320/lirios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278491091685654514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flores para quando tu chegares&lt;br /&gt;Flores para quando tu chorares&lt;br /&gt;Uma dinâmica botânica de cores&lt;br /&gt;Para tu dispores pela casa&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Pelos cômodos, na cômoda do quarto&lt;br /&gt;Uma banheira repleta de flores&lt;br /&gt;Pela estrada, pela rua, na calçada&lt;br /&gt;Flores num jardim&lt;br /&gt;Pétalas ao vento, para tu contares&lt;br /&gt;Para além dos nomes&lt;br /&gt;Que possam dizê-las&lt;br /&gt;Flores pra compores&lt;br /&gt;Metáforas antes de comê-las&lt;br /&gt;Pelos cômodos, na cômoda do quarto&lt;br /&gt;Uma banheira repleta de flores&lt;br /&gt;Pela estrada, pela rua, na calçada&lt;br /&gt;Flores para mim&lt;br /&gt;Flores pros meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Ofertá-las para parabenizar-te&lt;br /&gt;Flores, quantas flores forem necessárias&lt;br /&gt;Pra perguntares pra que tantas flores...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5524855047208546632?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5524855047208546632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5524855047208546632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5524855047208546632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5524855047208546632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/flores.html' title='&quot;Flores&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SUD3rmX8v_I/AAAAAAAACmM/z-JojGvRQq8/s72-c/lirios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6031150380616064044</id><published>2008-12-10T10:50:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:52:54.938-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Só por hoje"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/ST-7KqBZ84I/AAAAAAAACls/EpcLKKKk_mE/s1600-h/2302522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/ST-7KqBZ84I/AAAAAAAACls/EpcLKKKk_mE/s320/2302522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278143080054780802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só por hoje&lt;br /&gt;eu não quero mais chorar&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje&lt;br /&gt;eu espero conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Aceitar&lt;br /&gt;o que passou o que virá&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje vou me lembrar que sou feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já sei que sou, tudo que preciso ser&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso me desculpar, e nem te convencer&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é radical,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde estou indo&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que não estou perdido&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a viver, um dia de cada vez,&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje&lt;br /&gt;eu não vou me machucar&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje&lt;br /&gt;eu não quero me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Que há algumas pouco vinte quatro horas&lt;br /&gt;Quase joguei, a minha vida inteira fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não não não não&lt;br /&gt;Viver é uma dádiva fatal&lt;br /&gt;No fim das contas, ninguém sai vivo daqui mas&lt;br /&gt;Vamos com calma!&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje&lt;br /&gt;eu não quero mais chorar&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje&lt;br /&gt;eu não vou me destruir&lt;br /&gt;Posso até, ficar triste se eu quiser&lt;br /&gt;É só por hoje, ao menos isso eu aprendi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Essa música é um marco em minha vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;AMO muita coisa!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;URBANA LEGIO OMNIA VINCINT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6031150380616064044?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6031150380616064044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6031150380616064044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6031150380616064044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6031150380616064044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-por-hoje.html' title='&quot;Só por hoje&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/ST-7KqBZ84I/AAAAAAAACls/EpcLKKKk_mE/s72-c/2302522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-733162210464103935</id><published>2008-12-09T15:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:46:51.187-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Angra dos Reis"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/ST6upxWQIzI/AAAAAAAAClk/SPJUQaz8apA/s1600-h/2403762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/ST6upxWQIzI/AAAAAAAAClk/SPJUQaz8apA/s320/2403762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277847845969339186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixa, se fosse sempre assim quente&lt;br /&gt;Deita aqui perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que tudo está em paz&lt;br /&gt;E agora os dias são iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse só sentir saudade&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem sempre algo mais&lt;br /&gt;Seja como for&lt;br /&gt;É uma dor que dói no peito&lt;br /&gt;Pode rir agora que estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Mas não venha me roubar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos brincar perto da usina&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pra lá, a angra é dos reis&lt;br /&gt;Por que se explicar se não existe perigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti teu coração perfeito batendo à toa&lt;br /&gt;E isso dói&lt;br /&gt;Seja como for&lt;br /&gt;É uma dor que dói no peito&lt;br /&gt;Pode rir agora que estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Mas não venha me roubar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver que não é nada disso&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver que já não sei quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver que nunca fui o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;A culpa é toda sua e nunca foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se as estrelas começassem a cair&lt;br /&gt;E a luz queimasse tudo ao redor&lt;br /&gt;E fosse o fim chegando cedo&lt;br /&gt;E você visse o nosso corpo em chamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pra lá&lt;br /&gt;Quando as estrelas começarem a cair&lt;br /&gt;Me diz, me diz pra onde é que a gente vai fugir?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Genteeee... recebi a primeira crítica...sni snif snif...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Só pra vc saber q a qualidade aqui é sempre tá abiga!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Pq amooo Legião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Pq amooo essa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Pq não to tendo tempo pra postar =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-733162210464103935?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/733162210464103935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=733162210464103935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/733162210464103935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/733162210464103935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/angra-dos-reis.html' title='&quot;Angra dos Reis&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/ST6upxWQIzI/AAAAAAAAClk/SPJUQaz8apA/s72-c/2403762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5706907242913117201</id><published>2008-12-07T16:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:49:11.836-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Razões e Emoções"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277121601860812114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STwaIzN0PVI/AAAAAAAAClc/ElwP7hE7NuI/s320/2329208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizer, o que eu posso dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Se estou cantando agora pra você ouvir com outra pessoa&lt;br /&gt;É que às vezes acho&lt;br /&gt;Que não sou o melhor pra você&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes acho&lt;br /&gt;Que poderíamos ser&lt;br /&gt;O melhor pra nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que saiba &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre razões e emoções a saída&lt;br /&gt;É fazer valer a pena&lt;br /&gt;Se não agora depois, não importa&lt;br /&gt;Por você posso esperar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir, o que posso sentir?&lt;br /&gt;Se em um segundo tudo acabar&lt;br /&gt;Não vou ter como fugir&lt;br /&gt;É que às vezes acho&lt;br /&gt;Que não sou o melhor pra você&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes acho que poderíamos ser&lt;br /&gt;O melhor pra nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que saiba &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre razões e emoções a saída&lt;br /&gt;É fazer valer a pena&lt;br /&gt;Se não agora depois não importa&lt;br /&gt;Por você posso esperar, posso esperar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre razões e emoções a saída&lt;br /&gt;É fazer valer a pena&lt;br /&gt;Se não agora depois não importa&lt;br /&gt;Por você posso esperar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre razões e emoções a saída&lt;br /&gt;É fazer valer a pena&lt;br /&gt;Se não agora depois não importa&lt;br /&gt;Por você posso esperar, posso esperar&lt;br /&gt;Posso esperar, posso esperar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5657755204929568456-5706907242913117201?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5706907242913117201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5706907242913117201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5706907242913117201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5706907242913117201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/razes-e-emoes.html' title='&quot;Razões e Emoções&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STwaIzN0PVI/AAAAAAAAClc/ElwP7hE7NuI/s72-c/2329208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4508421662068242308</id><published>2008-12-05T14:51:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:29:54.024-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Delírios de amor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STliPOsy87I/AAAAAAAAClU/antWoMaG0Pc/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STliPOsy87I/AAAAAAAAClU/antWoMaG0Pc/s320/rosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276356452224791474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me lembro o dia que eu cheguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naquela festa te encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;você me olhou e eu pisquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nascia um amor sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aquele momento te fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perder a sua timidez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a brisa da manhã brindou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o início de um grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bastou a gente se tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pros nossos corpos se acenderem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e no gozo da paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mil vezes eu beijei você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a sua voz a murmurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"meu bem, me mate de prazer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foi tão maravilhoso ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seu corpo se desfalecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delírios de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;você provocou em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seu gosto ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o seu cheiro está aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não posso negar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que eu continuo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;querendo te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maluco por tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como diz minha prima:&lt;br /&gt;- Priminha, vc anda tão pagodeira...uhauhauahuahauhauhauahaha&lt;br /&gt;- É...acontece neh?!kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Acho que a felicidade é uma espécie de susto; quando você vê, já aconteceu"&lt;br /&gt;Pe Fábio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4508421662068242308?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4508421662068242308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4508421662068242308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4508421662068242308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4508421662068242308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/delrios-de-amor.html' title='&quot;Delírios de amor&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STliPOsy87I/AAAAAAAAClU/antWoMaG0Pc/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4642179352057102561</id><published>2008-12-03T09:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:33:24.715-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tava por aí"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STZuUl-zO0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/XWkmA2rOCvg/s1600-h/Lerotica10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STZuUl-zO0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/XWkmA2rOCvg/s320/Lerotica10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275525313583070018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tava por aí&lt;br /&gt;Olhando, sentindo, te amando e andando&lt;br /&gt;Gozando sempre&lt;br /&gt;Tava mesmo por aí&lt;br /&gt;Dançando, bebendo, correndo, saindo e ficando&lt;br /&gt;Tomando chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem, cê tava por aí também&lt;br /&gt;Mas, tudo bem, eu tava por aí também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim que eu te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Bonita, peituda, cheirosa, pedante, teimosa&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo finta&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando você vem&lt;br /&gt;Chegando, bulindo, aplaudindo, somando e assumindo&lt;br /&gt;Pintando a sete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem,cê tava por aí também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou Zé Malandro, sou de rua&lt;br /&gt;e bem que eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;São Jorge é quem manda na lua&lt;br /&gt;me disse que eu tudo posso&lt;br /&gt;A vida continua nua e crua&lt;br /&gt;e muito boa&lt;br /&gt;O vento é o leque da pessoa&lt;br /&gt;que andava a toa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem, cê tava por aí também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me fez acreditar no calor de um amor do passado&lt;br /&gt;que invadiu,já pintou e bordou noutras vidas&lt;br /&gt;Foi refogando a minha alma com ervas daninhas&lt;br /&gt;Molambo,bendita, princesa bonita, formosa que me conquistou&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando o tempo fecha a ponte&lt;br /&gt;eu desponto sem teto&lt;br /&gt;é um pretexto pra você ficar por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem, tava por aí também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mas nós nos encontramos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4642179352057102561?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4642179352057102561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4642179352057102561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4642179352057102561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4642179352057102561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/tava-por.html' title='&quot;Tava por aí&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STZuUl-zO0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/XWkmA2rOCvg/s72-c/Lerotica10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6621676339351229039</id><published>2008-12-01T10:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:58:38.952-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Casa Pré - Fabricada"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STPfSgpdgcI/AAAAAAAACkI/zrRv5Ig-xoM/s1600-h/495140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STPfSgpdgcI/AAAAAAAACkI/zrRv5Ig-xoM/s320/495140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274805097675456962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;abre os teus armários&lt;br /&gt;eu estou a te esperar&lt;br /&gt;para ver deitar o sol&lt;br /&gt;sobre os teus braços castos.&lt;br /&gt;cobre a culpa vã&lt;br /&gt;até amanhã eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;e fazer do teu sorriso um abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canta que é no canto que eu vou chegar.&lt;br /&gt;canta o teu encanto que é pra me encantar&lt;br /&gt;canta para mim&lt;br /&gt;qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;br /&gt;que explique a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;tristeza nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;vale o meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;que esse canto em solidão.&lt;br /&gt;nessa espera o mundo gira em linhas tortas&lt;br /&gt;abre essa janela&lt;br /&gt;primavera quer entrar&lt;br /&gt;pra fazer da nossa voz uma só nota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canto que é de canto que eu vou chegar&lt;br /&gt;canto e toco um canto que é pra te encantar.&lt;br /&gt;canto para mim qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;br /&gt;que explique a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;tristeza nunca mais...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Aiaiai... rsrs&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana pra todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6621676339351229039?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6621676339351229039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6621676339351229039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6621676339351229039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6621676339351229039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/12/casa.html' title='&quot;Casa Pré - Fabricada&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STPfSgpdgcI/AAAAAAAACkI/zrRv5Ig-xoM/s72-c/495140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-9012424564555769191</id><published>2008-11-30T14:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:38:14.537-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Inigualável paixão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STLAJXwlmjI/AAAAAAAACkA/N6IMQXQHKO0/s1600-h/784299.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274489380833434162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STLAJXwlmjI/AAAAAAAACkA/N6IMQXQHKO0/s320/784299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;És inigualável na arte de amar&lt;br /&gt;Sou tão feliz que até posso afirmar&lt;br /&gt;Jamais vivi um amor assim&lt;br /&gt;Ver renascer de dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento que eu sepultei&lt;br /&gt;Por desamor sofri... confesso que chorei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi bom surgir você&lt;br /&gt;Pra reabrir o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E me induzir de novo a paixão&lt;br /&gt;E outra vez me fazer sorrir&lt;br /&gt;A solidão se afastou enfim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu quero é ir mais além&lt;br /&gt;Pois encontrei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Com a vida estou de bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a lua venha nos iluminar e o sol para nos aquecer&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando a brisa da manhã chegar irá fortalecer&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais a união vou sonhar então&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pq sexta foi especial qdo essa música tocou...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E hj tá fazendo uma semana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Curtindo intensamente cada momento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Obrigada viu.... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-9012424564555769191?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/9012424564555769191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=9012424564555769191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/9012424564555769191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/9012424564555769191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/inigualvel-paixo.html' title='&quot;Inigualável paixão&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/STLAJXwlmjI/AAAAAAAACkA/N6IMQXQHKO0/s72-c/784299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-311980243396947185</id><published>2008-11-28T09:17:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:33:10.588-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tatuagem"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SS_U6IEEZ4I/AAAAAAAACj4/WGZ_LOOUqgE/s1600-h/1430193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SS_U6IEEZ4I/AAAAAAAACj4/WGZ_LOOUqgE/s320/1430193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273667783736190850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero ficar no teu corpo feito tatuagem&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra te dar coragem&lt;br /&gt;Pra seguir viagem&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite vem&lt;br /&gt;E também pra me perpetuar em tua escrava&lt;br /&gt;Que você pega, esfrega, nega&lt;br /&gt;Mas não lava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero brincar no teu corpo feito bailarina&lt;br /&gt;Que logo se alucina&lt;br /&gt;Salta e te ilumina&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite vem&lt;br /&gt;E nos músculos exaustos do teu braço&lt;br /&gt;Repousar frouxa, murcha, farta&lt;br /&gt;Morta de cansaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero pesar feito cruz nas tuas costas&lt;br /&gt;Que te retalha em postas&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo gostas&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite vem&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a cicatriz risonha e corrosiva&lt;br /&gt;Marcada a frio, a ferro e fogo&lt;br /&gt;Em carne viva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corações de mãe&lt;br /&gt;Arpões, sereias e serpentes&lt;br /&gt;Que te rabiscam o corpo todo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cada dia um pouquinho mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-311980243396947185?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/311980243396947185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=311980243396947185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/311980243396947185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/311980243396947185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/tatuagem.html' title='&quot;Tatuagem&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SS_U6IEEZ4I/AAAAAAAACj4/WGZ_LOOUqgE/s72-c/1430193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8123434993118761995</id><published>2008-11-26T10:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:26:49.772-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Todo amor que houver nessa vida"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SS1AE6iXSoI/AAAAAAAAChY/P5h59yDKf-0/s1600-h/EFLxt977KZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SS1AE6iXSoI/AAAAAAAAChY/P5h59yDKf-0/s320/EFLxt977KZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272941191897762434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;Com sabor de fruta mordida&lt;br /&gt;Nós na batida, no embalo da rede&lt;br /&gt;Matando a sede na saliva&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu pão, ser tua comida&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que houver nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;E algum trocado pra dar garantia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ser artista no nosso convívio&lt;br /&gt;Pelo inferno e céu de todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Pra poesia que a gente nem vive&lt;br /&gt;Transformar o tédio em melodia&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu pão ser tua comida&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que houver nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;E algum veneno antimonotonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu achar a tua fonte escondida&lt;br /&gt;Te alcanço em cheio, o mel e a ferida&lt;br /&gt;E o corpo inteiro, feito um furacão&lt;br /&gt;Boca, nuca, mão e a tua mente, não!&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu pão ser tua comida&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que houver nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;E algum remédio que me dê alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu pão, ser tua comida&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor que houver nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;E algum trocado pra dar garantia&lt;br /&gt;E algum veneno antimonotonia&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Será que tá na hora?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sei que tô curtindo... e vc tb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ando tão a flor da pele..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8123434993118761995?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8123434993118761995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8123434993118761995&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8123434993118761995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8123434993118761995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/todo-amor-que-houver-nessa-vida.html' title='&quot;Todo amor que houver nessa vida&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SS1AE6iXSoI/AAAAAAAAChY/P5h59yDKf-0/s72-c/EFLxt977KZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-7974324911632479187</id><published>2008-11-22T09:49:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:03:09.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Temporal"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSfzWvJkS4I/AAAAAAAACWk/5iIIJMB592M/s1600-h/1981779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSfzWvJkS4I/AAAAAAAACWk/5iIIJMB592M/s320/1981779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271449460799720322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chega simples como um temporal&lt;br /&gt;Parecia que ia durar&lt;br /&gt;Tantas placas e tantos sinais&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei por onde caminhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando olhei no espelho&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi meu rosto e já não me reconheci&lt;br /&gt;E então vi minha história&lt;br /&gt;Tão clara em cada marca que estava ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o tempo hoje vai depressa&lt;br /&gt;Não tá em minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Cada minuto me interessa&lt;br /&gt;Me resolvendo ou não&lt;br /&gt;Quero uma fermata que possa fazer&lt;br /&gt;Agora o tempo me obedece&lt;br /&gt;E só então eu deixo&lt;br /&gt;Os medos e as armas (pra trás)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Meu mundo tá fechado pra visitação..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-7974324911632479187?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7974324911632479187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=7974324911632479187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7974324911632479187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7974324911632479187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/temporal.html' title='&quot;Temporal&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSfzWvJkS4I/AAAAAAAACWk/5iIIJMB592M/s72-c/1981779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1618481563860812735</id><published>2008-11-21T11:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:14:32.439-02:00</updated><title type='text'>tempo de silêncio e solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSa0Hf8pDwI/AAAAAAAACWc/Vezkbve1y7Y/s1600-h/705310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSa0Hf8pDwI/AAAAAAAACWc/Vezkbve1y7Y/s320/705310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271098454811676418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(...) Ter vinte e poucos anos é sonhar com uma carreira brilhante quando o mercado não inspira confiança, e ter certeza que será promovido. É querer casar quando os pais decidiram se separar. É não ver a solteirice como opção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter vinte e poucos anos é reclamar dos pais, patrões, professores... Até dos amigos! E depois constatar que nada melhor do que conviver com todos eles. Que no fundo, a vida foi mais do que justa, porque tem gente em pior situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter vinte e poucos anos é não encontrar definição pra o que está acontecendo. É querer uma causa pra abraçar, e largar tudo pra tomar uma cerveja. É olhar pro futuro com pressa, e pro passado com nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter vinte e poucos anos é entender e não entender o porquê de tudo dar errado. E se matar pra que tudo dê certo. É viver como se ainda tivesse todo o tempo do mundo, e se sentir pressionado como se amanhã fosse o último dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter vinte e poucos anos é não saber definir o que é ter vinte e poucos anos. É se sentir tão perto, e tão longe do resto do mundo. É odiar a adolescência, e ter medo dos 30. É viver o presente pra recordar o passado. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é chamado de "Crise de um quarto de vida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando você pára de sair com a galera e começa a perceber muitas coisas sobre você que você mesmo não conhece e pode não gostar disso. Você começa a se sentir inseguro e pensar onde você vai estar daqui um ano ou dois, mas de repente se sente inseguro porque você mal sabe onde está agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você começa a perceber que as pessoas são egoístas e que, talvez, aqueles amigos que você pensou que eram tão próximos não são exatamente as melhores pessoas que você encontrou em seu caminho, e pessoas que você perdeu o contato eram algumas das mais importantes. O que você não consegue perceber é que eles percebem isso também, e não estão sendo frios, grosseiros, ou falsos, mas estão tão confusos quanto você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você olha para seu emprego...e não é nem perto do que você imaginava que estaria fazendo, ou talvez você esteja procurando emprego e&lt;br /&gt;percebendo que vai começar do zero e isso pode te assustar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas opiniões se tornaram mais fortes. Você vê o que os outros estão fazendo e se encontra julgando mais do que o usual, porque você percebe que desenvolveu certos limites na sua vida e está constantemente adicionando coisas na sua lista do que é aceitável e o que não é. Em um minuto, você está inseguro e no próximo, seguro. Você ri e chora com a maior força da sua vida. Você se sente sozinho, assustado e confuso. De repente, a mudança é a sua maior inimiga e você tenta se agarrar ao passado com a vida boa, mas logo percebe que o passado está cada vez mais longe, e não há nada a se fazer a não ser ficar onde está ou caminhar para a frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem seu coração quebrado e pensa como alguém que você amava tanto pôde causar tanto estrago em você. Ou você fica deitado na cama e pensa por que você não poderia encontrar alguém decente o suficiente que você queira conhecer melhor. Ou às vezes você ama alguém e ama outro alguém também e não consegue imaginar porque você faz isso, já que você sabe que não é uma má pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com alguém por uma noite ou galinhar começam a parecer ridículos. Agir como um idiota se torna patético. Você sente as mesmas coisas e enfrenta as mesmas questões de novo e de novo, e conversa com seus colegas sobre as mesmas coisas porque você não consegue tomar decisões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se preocupa sobre empréstimos, dinheiro, o futuro e construir sua própria vida...e enquanto ganhar a corrida seria maravilhoso, neste momento você gostaria apenas de participar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que você pode não perceber é que todos que lêem isso encontram algo em comum. Estamos em uma das melhores e piores épocas da vida, tentando o máximo que podemos viver bem com isso".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto auto explicativo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1618481563860812735?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1618481563860812735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1618481563860812735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1618481563860812735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1618481563860812735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/tempo-de-silncio-e-solido.html' title='tempo de silêncio e solidão'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSa0Hf8pDwI/AAAAAAAACWc/Vezkbve1y7Y/s72-c/705310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-7632925587088607019</id><published>2008-11-21T09:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:20:05.250-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Down em Mim"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSaXspnErBI/AAAAAAAACWU/112r-KNp0t0/s1600-h/705310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSaXspnErBI/AAAAAAAACWU/112r-KNp0t0/s320/705310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271067207223520274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não sei o que o meu corpo abriga&lt;br /&gt;Nestas noites quentes de verão&lt;br /&gt;E nem me importa que mil raios partam&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer sentido vago de razão&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando tão down&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando tão down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez vou te cantar, vou te gritar&lt;br /&gt;Te rebocar do bar&lt;br /&gt;E as paredes do meu quarto vão assistir comigo&lt;br /&gt;À versão nova de uma velha história&lt;br /&gt;E quando o sol vier socar minha cara&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza você já foi embora&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando tão down&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando tão down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez vou me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Pois nestas horas pega mal sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Da privada eu vou dar com a minha cara&lt;br /&gt;De panaca pintada no espelho&lt;br /&gt;E me lembrar, sorrindo, que o banheiro&lt;br /&gt;É a igreja de todos os bêbados&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando tão down&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando tão down&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando tão down&lt;br /&gt;Down... down&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Eu não ando down...ou ando?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Engraçado, eu sempre gostei de ficar em ksa sozinha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mas hj nao quero mais...meu Eu tem me assustado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Fazendo coisas que nunca tinha feito&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Indo a lugares desconhecidos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;bebendo além e não sabendo parar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Absorvendo problemas dos outros...&lt;br /&gt; e esquecendo dos meus&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Deixando coisas pra um amanhã q nunca chega&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Aff... já vi esse filme e não gosto da sensação de reprise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-7632925587088607019?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7632925587088607019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=7632925587088607019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7632925587088607019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7632925587088607019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/down-em-mim.html' title='&quot;Down em Mim&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSaXspnErBI/AAAAAAAACWU/112r-KNp0t0/s72-c/705310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5555750591595889166</id><published>2008-11-18T16:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:41:59.033-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aprendiz de feiticeiro"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSMLv_XxUpI/AAAAAAAACUE/aKbL1ANyyyo/s1600-h/718900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSMLv_XxUpI/AAAAAAAACUE/aKbL1ANyyyo/s320/718900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270068908046504594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aprendiz de feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;Aprendiz de feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;Aprendiz de feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;Aprendiz de feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi quando criança que além de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Balança&lt;br /&gt;Esse nosso mundo cão&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que quem não dança, já dançou na sua infância&lt;br /&gt;Senão rock foi baião&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi da importância de não dar muita importância,&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com os meus pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que viver cansa, mesmo vivendo na França&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo indo de avião&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que a desavença é porque sempre&lt;br /&gt;Alguém pensa&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém mais tem razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendiz de feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;Aprendiz de feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que tudo passa, tomando chá ou cachaça&lt;br /&gt;Tomando champanhe ou não&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que a descrença, a desconfiança e a doença&lt;br /&gt;São partes da maldição&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que ignorância, a sordidez e a ganância&lt;br /&gt;São lavas desse vulcão&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que essa fumaça a minha janela embaça&lt;br /&gt;Por fora, por dentro, não&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi tetra depressa que a taça do mundo é nossa&lt;br /&gt;E que São Paulo é meu sertão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendiz de feiticeiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A cada dia que passa tenho aprendido mais e mais sobre as pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;e tenho me surpreendido c algumas coisas....&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim ainda confio... e será assim sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5555750591595889166?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5555750591595889166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5555750591595889166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5555750591595889166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5555750591595889166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/aprendiz-de-feiticeiro.html' title='&quot;Aprendiz de feiticeiro&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SSMLv_XxUpI/AAAAAAAACUE/aKbL1ANyyyo/s72-c/718900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8976418877905489132</id><published>2008-11-14T09:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:49:40.391-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Açude"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SR1llPsnNlI/AAAAAAAACKo/8xwPpBKeBxE/s1600-h/65454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SR1llPsnNlI/AAAAAAAACKo/8xwPpBKeBxE/s320/65454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268478829636564562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sabe lá quando vou te ver de novo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe lá quanto tempo a gente tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Você está com as regras deste jogo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã pode ser outro alguém.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me pega, me leva pra casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me faz um jeito, um trato que ninguém fez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa louca, rouca de desejo&lt;br /&gt;e vê&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;se assim a gente se dá bem.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe lá quando você faz carinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com jeitinho me ensina a ser neném&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está pensando que eu sou bobo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou te dar uma chance desta vez&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me pega, me leva pra casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me faz um jeito, um trato que ninguém fez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa louca, rouca de desejo&lt;br /&gt;e vê&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;se assim a gente se dá bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letra: Fernando Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E sextaaaaaaaa finalmente...&lt;br /&gt;Adorooooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisrtô hj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã sem rumo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e domingo, Sambaaa!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8976418877905489132?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8976418877905489132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8976418877905489132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8976418877905489132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8976418877905489132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/aude.html' title='&quot;Açude&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SR1llPsnNlI/AAAAAAAACKo/8xwPpBKeBxE/s72-c/65454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-2930020380291463964</id><published>2008-11-13T14:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:15:52.604-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dias Melhores"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRxSDp2cDeI/AAAAAAAACKg/mLOZJ0OHBgM/s1600-h/930155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRxSDp2cDeI/AAAAAAAACKg/mLOZJ0OHBgM/s320/930155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268175886843907554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivemos esperando Dias melhores&lt;br /&gt;Dias de Paz&lt;br /&gt;Dias a Mais&lt;br /&gt;Dias que não deixaremos para trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos esperando&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que seremos melhores&lt;br /&gt;Melhores no Amor&lt;br /&gt;Melhores na Dor&lt;br /&gt;Melhores em Tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos esperando&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que seremos&lt;br /&gt;para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos esperando&lt;br /&gt;Dias Melhores pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Dias Melhores pra sempre &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Simmmmmm.... tenho tido dias de allltos e baiiixooosss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mas a montanha russa da vida é assim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E ontem foi mais uma comemoração do meu niver....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;como diz Maria: seu aniversário tá igual carnaval da Bahia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;ADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOROOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, ontem e adorei especialmente....rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-2930020380291463964?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2930020380291463964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=2930020380291463964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/2930020380291463964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/2930020380291463964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/dias-melhores.html' title='&quot;Dias Melhores&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRxSDp2cDeI/AAAAAAAACKg/mLOZJ0OHBgM/s72-c/930155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5760459454059755384</id><published>2008-11-12T16:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:26:47.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Meu  amor, Meu Bem, Me ame"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRsb9luyEGI/AAAAAAAACKY/Dp4ehBiDoAI/s1600-h/1066403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRsb9luyEGI/AAAAAAAACKY/Dp4ehBiDoAI/s320/1066403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267834934054228066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu amor meu bem me ame não vá pra Miami&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor meu bem me queira&lt;br /&gt;Tô solto na buraqueira  tô num buraco&lt;br /&gt;fraco como galinha  d'angola&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor meu amor manda não vá pra Luanda&lt;br /&gt;não vá pra Aruba&lt;br /&gt;Se eu descer você suba aqui no meu pescoço&lt;br /&gt;Faça dele o seu almoço roa o osso e deixe a carne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor meu bem repare no meu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;no meu terno engomado   no meu sapato&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um dragão de pêlo eu cuspo fogo&lt;br /&gt;Não me esconda o jogo ou berro no ato&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor meu bem me leve de ultraleve &lt;br /&gt;De avião de caminhão de zepelim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor meu bem sacie mate&lt;br /&gt;Minha fome de vampiro senão eu piro&lt;br /&gt;Viro hare-krishna hare hare hare&lt;br /&gt;Não me desampare ou eu desespero&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor meu bem me espere até que o motor pare&lt;br /&gt;Até que marte nos separe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor ele é demais  nunca de menos&lt;br /&gt;ele não precisa de camisa-de-vênus&lt;br /&gt;Ouça o que eu vou dizer  meu bem me ouça&lt;br /&gt;o que ele precisa é de uma camisa-de-força  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;você é a minha cura se é que alguém tem cura&lt;br /&gt;você quer que eu cometa uma loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você me quer...cometa!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aiaiai.. dia de ontem MEGA maravilhosooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E sexta tem mais...e sabado mais e domingo mais ainda....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;aiaiai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;amooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5760459454059755384?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5760459454059755384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5760459454059755384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5760459454059755384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5760459454059755384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-amor-meu-bem-me-ame.html' title='&quot;Meu  amor, Meu Bem, Me ame&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRsb9luyEGI/AAAAAAAACKY/Dp4ehBiDoAI/s72-c/1066403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4065538708536948317</id><published>2008-11-11T10:26:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:17:21.214-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRl90d7YIUI/AAAAAAAACKQ/TDR57PXsJL0/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRl90d7YIUI/AAAAAAAACKQ/TDR57PXsJL0/s320/Slide1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267379579526848834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;♪ Quando nasci veio um anjo safado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O chato dum querubim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E decretou que eu tava predestinado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ser errado assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Já de saída a minha estrada entortou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Mas vou até o fim ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;La laiá, la laiá, la laiá, la laiá&lt;br /&gt;La laiá, la laiá, la laiá, la laiá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Amigo, hoje a minha inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Se ligou em você&lt;br /&gt;E em forma de samba&lt;br /&gt;Mandou lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tâo outro argumento&lt;br /&gt;Qual nesse nomento&lt;br /&gt;Me faz penetrar&lt;br /&gt;Por toda nossa amizade&lt;br /&gt;Esclarescendo a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de agir&lt;br /&gt;Em nossa intimidade&lt;br /&gt;Você vai me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi bem cedo na vida que eu procurei&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar novos rumos num mundo melhor&lt;br /&gt;Com você fique certo que jamais falhei&lt;br /&gt;Pois ganhei muita força tornando maior&lt;br /&gt;A amizade...&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo a força do tempo irá destruir&lt;br /&gt;Somos verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo este samba de amor pode nos resumir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero chorar o seu choro&lt;br /&gt;Quero sorrir seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Valeu por você existir amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero chorar o seu choro&lt;br /&gt;Quero sorrir seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Valeu por você existir amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hj é meu niverrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;E como eu fico megaaaaaaaaaaaaaa carente....&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;Mais um ano que se passa...&lt;br /&gt;E Hj é um dia que fico mto reflexiva... mesmo que eu comemore mto,&lt;br /&gt;penso mto sobre tudo que se passou... e tudo o que eu quero pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agradeço!&lt;br /&gt;E só agradeço a Deus por todas as mudanças que tem ocorrido...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que Ele coloca em minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que Ele me proporciona....&lt;br /&gt;aiaiai.... AMOOOOOO e ponto!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos por tudo!!&lt;br /&gt;SEMPREEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: CREDITO ESPECIALÍSSIMO A LÚ... Q FEZ ESSE MEU DESENHO LINDOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4065538708536948317?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4065538708536948317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4065538708536948317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4065538708536948317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4065538708536948317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/dia-especial.html' title='Dia especial'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRl90d7YIUI/AAAAAAAACKQ/TDR57PXsJL0/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1551048414440898535</id><published>2008-11-09T04:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:42:09.076-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fotografia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRaFl6a5_OI/AAAAAAAACKI/apkZs3ICG_0/s1600-h/635820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266543700640136418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRaFl6a5_OI/AAAAAAAACKI/apkZs3ICG_0/s320/635820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje o mar faz onda feito criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No balanço calmo a gente descansa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessas horas dorme longe a lembrança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a tarde toma a gente nos braços&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sopra um vento que dissolve o cansaço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o avesso do esforço que eu faço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra ser feliz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que vai ficar na fotografia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São os laços invisíveis que havia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As cores, figuras, motivos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sol passando sobre os amigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Histórias, bebidas, sorrisos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E afeto em frente ao mar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando as sombras vão ficando compridas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enchendo a casa de silêncio e preguiça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessas horas é que Deus deixa pistas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra eu ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando o dia não passar de um retrato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colorindo de saudade o meu quarto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só aí vou ter certeza de fato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu fui feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que vai ficar na fotografia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São os laços invisíveis que havia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As cores, figuras, motivos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sol passando sobre os amigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Histórias, bebidas, sorrisos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E afeto em frente ao mar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tudo nessa vida é aprendizado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e eu sei q Deus tem um plano mot maior pra minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e espero q esse Plano Celeste seja parecido c o q eu almejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E desde já O Agradeço por tudo de bom q colocarás em minha vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1551048414440898535?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1551048414440898535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1551048414440898535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1551048414440898535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1551048414440898535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/fotografia.html' title='&quot;Fotografia&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRaFl6a5_OI/AAAAAAAACKI/apkZs3ICG_0/s72-c/635820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8644052396581236670</id><published>2008-11-06T14:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:28:42.115-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amor pra recomeçar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRMbGnk1geI/AAAAAAAACKA/OMSAYPP98JI/s1600-h/1013144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265582189842891234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRMbGnk1geI/AAAAAAAACKA/OMSAYPP98JI/s320/1013144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu te desejo não parar tão cedo&lt;br /&gt;Pois toda idade tem prazer e medo&lt;br /&gt;E com os que erram feio e bastante&lt;br /&gt;Que você consiga ser tolerante&lt;br /&gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;br /&gt;Que seja por um dia, e não o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;E que você descubra que rir é bom,&lt;br /&gt;mas que rir de tudo é desespero&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, exista amor pra recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Pra recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Eu te desejo, muitos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Mas que em um você possa confiar&lt;br /&gt;E que tenha até inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Pra você não deixar de duvidar&lt;br /&gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;br /&gt;Que seja por um dia, e não o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;E que você descubra que rir é bom,&lt;br /&gt;mas que rir de tudo é desespero&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que você tenha quem amar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, exista amor pra recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Pra recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo que você ganhe dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Pois é preciso viver também&lt;br /&gt;E que você diga a ele, pelo menos uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;Quem é mesmo o dono de quem&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, exista amor pra recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo que você tenha quem amar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, exista amor pra recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sem comentários!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8644052396581236670?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8644052396581236670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8644052396581236670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8644052396581236670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8644052396581236670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/amor-pra-recomear.html' title='&quot;Amor pra recomeçar&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRMbGnk1geI/AAAAAAAACKA/OMSAYPP98JI/s72-c/1013144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8978547106430969018</id><published>2008-11-05T12:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:38:10.815-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Caçador de mim"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRGvrvrBIKI/AAAAAAAACJc/OGdBC5WXg8g/s1600-h/885587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265182605438951586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRGvrvrBIKI/AAAAAAAACJc/OGdBC5WXg8g/s320/885587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por tanto amor, por tanta emoção&lt;br /&gt;A vida me fez assim&lt;br /&gt;Doce ou atroz, manso ou feroz&lt;br /&gt;Eu, caçador de mim&lt;br /&gt;Preso a canções&lt;br /&gt;Entregue a paixões&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca tiveram fim&lt;br /&gt;Vou me encontrar longe do meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Eu, caçador de mim&lt;br /&gt;Nada a temer&lt;br /&gt;Senão o correr da luta&lt;br /&gt;Nada a fazer&lt;br /&gt;Senão esquecer o medo&lt;br /&gt;Abrir o peito à força&lt;br /&gt;Numa procura&lt;br /&gt;Fugir às armadilhas da mata escura&lt;br /&gt;Longe se vai sonhando demais&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde se chega assim&lt;br /&gt;Vou descobrir o que me faz sentir&lt;br /&gt;Eu, caçador de mim&lt;br /&gt;Nada a temer&lt;br /&gt;Senão o correr da luta&lt;br /&gt;Nada a fazer&lt;br /&gt;Senão esquecer o medo&lt;br /&gt;Abrir o peito à força&lt;br /&gt;Numa procura&lt;br /&gt;Fugir às armadilhas da mata escura&lt;br /&gt;Vou descobrir o que me faz sentir&lt;br /&gt;Eu, caçador de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amo essa música....&lt;br /&gt;Demais da conta!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8978547106430969018?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8978547106430969018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8978547106430969018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8978547106430969018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8978547106430969018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/caador-de-mim.html' title='&quot;Caçador de mim&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SRGvrvrBIKI/AAAAAAAACJc/OGdBC5WXg8g/s72-c/885587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4088642859363168158</id><published>2008-11-03T16:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:43:59.811-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Non, je ne regretterien"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQ9MlliwzaI/AAAAAAAACJU/9iLjq48KkQI/s1600-h/2275823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264510698036186530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 202px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQ9MlliwzaI/AAAAAAAACJU/9iLjq48KkQI/s320/2275823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette de rien,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal, tout çam'est bien égal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette de rien,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c'est payé, balayé, oublié,  -  je me fous du passé.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avec mes souvenirs, j'ai allumé le feu,                                                    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mes chagrins mes plaisirs, je n'ai plus besoin d'eux. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balayés mes amours, avec leurs trémolos,                                   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;balayés pour toujours  je repars à zéro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette de rien,   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal, tout çam'est bien égal.     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette de rien,         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;car ma vie, car mes joies,  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pour aujourd'huiça commence avec toi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu tenho me surpreendido comigo a cada dia que passa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e é pra melhor... disso eu tenho mais certeza ainda!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E qdo acho q já fiz o bastante... adeus timidez....hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amo...amo me sentir forte...amo me sentir feliz... amo me sentir bem comigo mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tudo bem q algumas coisas não ajudam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas infelizmente não podemos ter tudo e todos ao mesmo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sinto falta principalmente de algumas pessoas... mas eu tb sou paciente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e como eu recebi no recado do post anterior:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ser feliz...é um ato necessario...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz...é doar o sorriso &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é querer..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eu quero e estou conseguindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fds absolutamente diferente... c obstáculos... mas nada é perfeito!rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4088642859363168158?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4088642859363168158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4088642859363168158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4088642859363168158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4088642859363168158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/11/non-je-ne-regretterien.html' title='&quot;Non, je ne regretterien&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQ9MlliwzaI/AAAAAAAACJU/9iLjq48KkQI/s72-c/2275823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5605328059999618873</id><published>2008-10-30T11:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:18:09.392-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Apenas mais uma de amor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQmzEitM2zI/AAAAAAAACJM/z_TAlTXL1Bs/s1600-h/603750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQmzEitM2zI/AAAAAAAACJM/z_TAlTXL1Bs/s320/603750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262934530176375602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu gosto tanto de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Que até prefiro esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Deixo assim ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Subentendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Como uma idéia que existe na cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E não tem a menor obrigação de acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu acho tão bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Isso de ser abstrato, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A beleza é mesmo tão fugaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;É uma idéia que existe na cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E não tem a menor pretensão de acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pode até parecer fraqueza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pois que seja fraqueza então,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A alegria que me dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Isso vai sem eu dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Se amanhã não for nada disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Caberá só a mim esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O que eu ganho, o que eu perco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ninguém precisa saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não tenho dúvidas de q sua vida seria mto mais feliz se vc deixasse eu entrar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas enquanto isso não acontece, eu vou vivendo...e vivo msm!&lt;br /&gt;E garanto q cada dia mto mais feliz, de verdade! Como nunca antes...&lt;br /&gt;e cada dia um pouquinho menos eu quero tanto estar ao seu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"A felicidade nesse mundo é pra quem quer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E eu queroo...muito... e sempre! Amém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5605328059999618873?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5605328059999618873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5605328059999618873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5605328059999618873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5605328059999618873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/apenas-mais-uma-de-amor.html' title='&quot;Apenas mais uma de amor&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQmzEitM2zI/AAAAAAAACJM/z_TAlTXL1Bs/s72-c/603750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6187047545233388559</id><published>2008-10-29T09:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:18:31.839-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"O mundo que se vê"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQhTWrRAKrI/AAAAAAAACI4/JquyV28Py4Q/s1600-h/1209033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQhTWrRAKrI/AAAAAAAACI4/JquyV28Py4Q/s320/1209033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262547813618690738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SEC-CA%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando abrir os olhos&lt;br /&gt;O que vai importar&lt;br /&gt;Todo seu orgulho&lt;br /&gt;No mundo como está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As flores secam&lt;br /&gt;O sol não sai mais&lt;br /&gt;A vida implora&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando abrir os olhos&lt;br /&gt;O mundo que se vê&lt;br /&gt;Pode estar queimando&lt;br /&gt;Diante de você&lt;br /&gt;O céu explode&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos se vão&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém percebe&lt;br /&gt;Nem dá atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até os mares&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia conheceu&lt;br /&gt;Estão desertos&lt;br /&gt;E tão tristes como eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo novo pra nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o amor entrar&lt;br /&gt;Invadir seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cada choro&lt;br /&gt;Que se ouvir nesse lugar&lt;br /&gt;Vai te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que só o amor pode curar&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ouvindo Sandy &amp;amp; Junior hj me deu vontade de postar...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Lembrando do tempo em que os problemas eram menos pesados...&lt;br /&gt;mas na verdade&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; tudo é questão de ponto&lt;/span&gt; de vista...&lt;br /&gt;rs&lt;br /&gt;Amo e ponto =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6187047545233388559?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6187047545233388559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6187047545233388559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6187047545233388559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6187047545233388559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-mundo-que-se-v.html' title='&quot;O mundo que se vê&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQhTWrRAKrI/AAAAAAAACI4/JquyV28Py4Q/s72-c/1209033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5777159378083178349</id><published>2008-10-27T09:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:11:37.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blues da Piedade"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQWhs1VBTEI/AAAAAAAACIw/EmfKqmKHA8E/s1600-h/1785376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQWhs1VBTEI/AAAAAAAACIw/EmfKqmKHA8E/s320/1785376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261789531253853250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora eu vou cantar pros miseráveis&lt;br /&gt;Que vagam pelo mundo, derrotados&lt;br /&gt;Dessas sementes mal plantadas&lt;br /&gt;Que já nascem com caras de abortadas&lt;br /&gt;Pras pessoas de alma bem pequena&lt;br /&gt;Remoendo pequenos problemas&lt;br /&gt;Querendo sempre aquilo&lt;br /&gt;Que não têm&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem vê a luz&lt;br /&gt;Mas não ilumina suas mini-certezas&lt;br /&gt;Vive contando dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;E não muda quando é lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem não sabe amar, fica esperando&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que caiba no seu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Como varizes que vão aumentando&lt;br /&gt;Como insetos em volta da lâmpada&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, piedade&lt;br /&gt;Pra essa gente careta e covarde&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, piedade&lt;br /&gt;Lhes dê grandeza e um pouco de coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Quero cantar só para as pessoas fracas&lt;br /&gt;Que tão no mundo e perderam a viagem&lt;br /&gt;Quero cantar os blues&lt;br /&gt;Com o pastor e o bumbo na praça.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;br /&gt;Pois há um incêndio sob a chuva rala&lt;br /&gt;Somos iguais em desgraça&lt;br /&gt;Vamos cantar o blues da piedade&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Não é preciso dizer mais nada neh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;AmO e pOnTo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5777159378083178349?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5777159378083178349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5777159378083178349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5777159378083178349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5777159378083178349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/blues-da-piedade.html' title='&quot;Blues da Piedade&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQWhs1VBTEI/AAAAAAAACIw/EmfKqmKHA8E/s72-c/1785376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6212318112876167137</id><published>2008-10-24T11:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:34:17.313-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu me acerto"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQHM8qvjJRI/AAAAAAAACIo/7LgqSa3uj_0/s1600-h/2188242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQHM8qvjJRI/AAAAAAAACIo/7LgqSa3uj_0/s320/2188242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260711182383392018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não pensa mais nada&lt;br /&gt;No final dá tudo certo de algum jeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu me acerto, eu tropeço&lt;br /&gt;E não passo do chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir que eu aguento&lt;br /&gt;Eu suporto a colisão&lt;br /&gt;Da verdade na contra-mão&lt;br /&gt;Eu sobrevivo&lt;br /&gt;E atinjo algum ponto&lt;br /&gt;Eu me apronto pro dia seguinte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escovo os dentes&lt;br /&gt;Abro a porta da frente&lt;br /&gt;Evito a foto sobre a mesa&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém aqui vai notar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu jamais serei a mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escovo os dentes&lt;br /&gt;Abro a porta da frente&lt;br /&gt;Evito a foto sobre a mesa&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém aqui vai notar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu jamais serei a mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Fds.... adorooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mão passando... graças a Deus... agora é só fisioterapia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Amo essa música....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A mto tempo não sou a msma!!!! E me amo por isso!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Aiaiai... nao penso em mais nada...kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6212318112876167137?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6212318112876167137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6212318112876167137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6212318112876167137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6212318112876167137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-me-acerto.html' title='&quot;Eu me acerto&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQHM8qvjJRI/AAAAAAAACIo/7LgqSa3uj_0/s72-c/2188242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1439651873879623433</id><published>2008-10-23T14:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:08:13.159-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mapa do meu nada"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQChNyLn7jI/AAAAAAAACIg/9UIySpSqfas/s1600-h/2303476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQChNyLn7jI/AAAAAAAACIg/9UIySpSqfas/s320/2303476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260381622949637682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você é dedos que eu te quero, tocou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você é beijo, que eu te quero, beijou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você é Vênus, que eu te quero, soprou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sou desses homens, eu te quero atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O dedo deduz, dedo é dez se é dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tocando essa cor desde os pés do teu chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buscando afinar um satélite à toa, boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sou desses homens, eu te quero há um tempão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doido desejo chupando o dedo num beco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheio de bêbados trêbados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chutando os prédios, pregando prego no prego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Réu da razão, do súplico cuspe fútil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nessa estrada cariada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só você é o meio-fio de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contramão sinalizada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No mapa do meu nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canção emocionada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trajeto por teus fios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ADOROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Cassia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ontem eu e maridinha ficamos assistindo o dvd dela...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mto engraçado!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Amoooooo  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1439651873879623433?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1439651873879623433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1439651873879623433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1439651873879623433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1439651873879623433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/mapa-do-meu-nada.html' title='&quot;Mapa do meu nada&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SQChNyLn7jI/AAAAAAAACIg/9UIySpSqfas/s72-c/2303476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8686989244953749713</id><published>2008-10-21T10:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:24:18.651-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quando Chove"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SP3JlspUKzI/AAAAAAAACIY/4AlyTD6RA18/s1600-h/815500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SP3JlspUKzI/AAAAAAAACIY/4AlyTD6RA18/s320/815500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259581589315398450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando olho nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a luz do amor&lt;br /&gt;Só as sombras do passado&lt;br /&gt;só um fogo que se apagou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim&lt;br /&gt;nosso espelho se quebrou&lt;br /&gt;é hora de se guardar&lt;br /&gt;os segredo no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se chove lá fora&lt;br /&gt;queima aqui dentro    &lt;br /&gt;de vontade de te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;amor     &lt;br /&gt;quando chove                &lt;br /&gt;fica mais triste esperar          &lt;br /&gt;por alguém           &lt;br /&gt;que não vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Quando ouço teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;escuto meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Bater apressado e urgente&lt;br /&gt;te querendo sem querer&lt;br /&gt;cansado de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Mais agora já é hora&lt;br /&gt;dessa chuva ir embora&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tão bonitinha... e me lembra um sábado que nao queria que terminasse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8686989244953749713?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8686989244953749713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8686989244953749713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8686989244953749713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8686989244953749713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-chove.html' title='&quot;Quando Chove&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SP3JlspUKzI/AAAAAAAACIY/4AlyTD6RA18/s72-c/815500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-7878101987710911069</id><published>2008-10-20T14:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:22:28.612-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Olhar 43"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPyvSkc39WI/AAAAAAAACIQ/woSH3jeWdno/s1600-h/olhar+43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPyvSkc39WI/AAAAAAAACIQ/woSH3jeWdno/s320/olhar+43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259271198419187042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seu corpo é fruto proibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;É a chave de todo pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E da libido, e prum garoto introvertido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como eu, é a pura perdição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;É um lago negro, o seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;É água pura de beber, se envenenar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas suas curvas derrapar, sair da estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E morrer no mar. (no mar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;É perigoso o seu sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;É um sorriso assim jocoso, impreciso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;diria misterioso, indecifrável, riso de mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei se é caça ou caçadora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se é Diana ou Afrodite, ou se é Brigite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephanie de Mônaco, aqui estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;inteiro ao seu dispor. (princesa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pobre de mim, invento rimas assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pra você, e um outro vem em cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e você nem pra me escutar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois acabou, não vou rimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;coisa nenhuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora vai como sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu já não quero nem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se vai caber ou vão me censurar (será)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E pra você eu deixo apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu olhar 43,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquele assim meio de lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já saindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indo embora, louco por você (que pena)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que desperdicio!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Aiaiaiaiai... sábado MEGAAAA proveitoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Preciso encontrar d novo...kkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bendito Sal&amp;amp;Pimenta....kkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;tendinite fudida...pqp...só pq voltei a tocar violão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Altas risadas, melhores amigos...não quero mais nada pra minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Obrigada Deus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-7878101987710911069?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7878101987710911069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=7878101987710911069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7878101987710911069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7878101987710911069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/olhar-43.html' title='&quot;Olhar 43&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPyvSkc39WI/AAAAAAAACIQ/woSH3jeWdno/s72-c/olhar+43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-261442563281199079</id><published>2008-10-16T15:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:49:37.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Angels"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPeMPyhSfzI/AAAAAAAACII/G_DR1AJcM3c/s1600-h/anjo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257825292865666866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPeMPyhSfzI/AAAAAAAACII/G_DR1AJcM3c/s320/anjo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;Does an angel contemplate my fate&lt;br /&gt;And do they know&lt;br /&gt;The places where we go&lt;br /&gt;When we're grey and old&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been told&lt;br /&gt;That salvation lets their wings unfold&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts running through my head&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that love is dead&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And down the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;I know that life won't break me&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call she won't forsake me&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling weak&lt;br /&gt;And my pain walks down a one way street&lt;br /&gt;I look above&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll always be blessed with love&lt;br /&gt;And as the feeling grows&lt;br /&gt;She breathes flesh to my bones&lt;br /&gt;And when love is dead&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amo os anjos que Deus colocou e coloca em minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Independente de sexo, cor, idade, distância.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amo vocês e ponto. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-261442563281199079?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/261442563281199079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=261442563281199079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/261442563281199079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/261442563281199079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/angels.html' title='&quot;Angels&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPeMPyhSfzI/AAAAAAAACII/G_DR1AJcM3c/s72-c/anjo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6300226043001887215</id><published>2008-10-15T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:24:48.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quarta-feira"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPXbtu9bo2I/AAAAAAAACHo/9_K_3SeDLBI/s1600-h/1782073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPXbtu9bo2I/AAAAAAAACHo/9_K_3SeDLBI/s320/1782073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257349718771213154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Livro depressivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na areia da praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu banco o depressivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talvez você caia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na minha rede um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheia de cacos de vidro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De cacos de vidro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o galã não vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que é bombardeado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com balas de hortelã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com balas de hortelã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a santa milagrosa vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que Deus não dá esmola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subitamente assalta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subitamente assalta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me ame bastante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daqui até a Constante Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vamos, vamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vamos lado a lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como dois gigantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enfrentando os ônibus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o menino triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quer ser um herói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo um herói triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo um herói triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a dama sem cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das bolsas vazias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sente um amor aflito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sente um amor aflito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu ando apaixonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por cachorros e bichas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duques e xerifes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque eles sabem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que amar é abanar o rabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(É abanar o rabo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lamber e dar a pata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E as mulatas sonham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que são raptadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por sheiks alemães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por sheiks alemães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No escritório sonham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que já é de tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todas as manhãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todas as manhãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Salve Cazuza!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6300226043001887215?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPXbtu9bo2I/AAAAAAAACHo/9_K_3SeDLBI/s72-c/1782073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4200096145664508029</id><published>2008-10-14T10:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:30:31.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Refrão de Bolero"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPSckUy8k5I/AAAAAAAACHg/V5bZdR6_Beo/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPSckUy8k5I/AAAAAAAACHg/V5bZdR6_Beo/s320/sorriso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256998812919829394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu que falei: "nem pensar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Agora me arrependo, roendo as unhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Frágeis testemunhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;De um crime sem perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Mas eu falei sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Coração na mão, como refrão de um bolero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu fui sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Como não se pode ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Um erro assim tão vulgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Nos persegue a noite inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E, quando acaba a bebedeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ele consegue nos achar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Num bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Com um vinho barato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Um cigarro no cinzeiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E uma cara embriagada no espelho do banheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ana... Teus lábios são labirintos... Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Que atraem os meus instintos mais sacanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O teu olhar sempre distante sempre me engana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ana... Teus lábios são labirintos... Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu sigo a tua pista todo o dia da semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu entro sempre na tua dança de cigana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ana... Teus lábios são labirintos... Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Que atraem os meus instintos mais sacanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E o teu olhar sempre distante sempre me engana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E eu sigo a tua pista todo o dia da semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O que eu falei foi sem pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Foi sem pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aiaiai.... musiquinha q tb marcou meu fds.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas sobre isso nao quero pensar... vai acontecer o q tiver q acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e eu não vou forçar.............. vc sabe mto bem o meu valor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só espero q nao o reconheça tarde demais...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevendo pra desabafar....me prometi q não ia pensar sobre isso!&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade há outras coisas que preciso resolver...&lt;br /&gt;e é o que tem me matado cada dia um pouquinho mais....&lt;br /&gt;Mas como dizer que eu nao quero mais uma coisa que eu sempre quis?&lt;br /&gt;Mas dessa vez eu vou ouvir minha intuição... e ela há d estar certa....neh Deny?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4200096145664508029?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4200096145664508029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4200096145664508029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4200096145664508029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4200096145664508029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/refro-de-bolero.html' title='&quot;Refrão de Bolero&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPSckUy8k5I/AAAAAAAACHg/V5bZdR6_Beo/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6709619900185213489</id><published>2008-10-13T08:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:42:31.895-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sinais de fogo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPMzqFL6cdI/AAAAAAAACHY/WREA_cBM1wg/s1600-h/1894875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPMzqFL6cdI/AAAAAAAACHY/WREA_cBM1wg/s320/1894875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256601988111167954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando você me vê eu vejo acender&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez aquela chama&lt;br /&gt;Então pra que se esconder você deve saber&lt;br /&gt;O quanto me ama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que distancia vai guardar nossa saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que lugar vou te encontrar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Fazer sinais de fogo&lt;br /&gt;Pra você me ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te vi, que te conheci&lt;br /&gt;Não quis acreditar na solidão&lt;br /&gt;E nem demais em nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Pra não encanar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me arrumo, eu me enfeito, eu me ajeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu interrogo meu espelho&lt;br /&gt;Espelho que eu me olho&lt;br /&gt;Pra você me ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque você não olha cara a cara&lt;br /&gt;Fica nesse passa não passa&lt;br /&gt;O que te falta é coragem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi atrás de mim na Guanabara&lt;br /&gt;Eu te procurando pela Lapa&lt;br /&gt;Nós perdemos a viagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você me vê eu vejo acender&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez aquela chama&lt;br /&gt;Então pra que se esconder você deve saber&lt;br /&gt;O quanto me ama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que distancia vai guardar nossa saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que lugar vou te encontrar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Fazer sinais de fogo&lt;br /&gt;Pra você me ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te vi, que te conheci&lt;br /&gt;Não quis acreditar na solidão&lt;br /&gt;E nem demais em nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Pra não encanar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me arrumo, eu me enfeito, eu me ajeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu interrogo meu espelho&lt;br /&gt;Espelho que eu me olho&lt;br /&gt;Pra você me ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque você não olha cara a cara&lt;br /&gt;Fica nesse passa não passa&lt;br /&gt;O que te falta é coragem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi atrás de mim na Guanabara&lt;br /&gt;Eu te procurando pela Lapa&lt;br /&gt;Nós perdemos a viagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando você me vê eu vejo acender&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez aquela chama&lt;br /&gt;Então pra que se esconder você deve saber&lt;br /&gt;O quanto me ama...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Aiaiai... Parada Gay ontem... foi bom, foi estranho, fui triste e feliz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ando mto sensitiva... deve ser isso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6709619900185213489?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6709619900185213489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6709619900185213489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6709619900185213489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6709619900185213489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/sinais-de-fogo.html' title='&quot;Sinais de fogo&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SPMzqFL6cdI/AAAAAAAACHY/WREA_cBM1wg/s72-c/1894875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6171894229616314298</id><published>2008-10-10T15:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:52:31.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wanna be"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SO-eo11GaHI/AAAAAAAACG4/9U_2iX0g1Ow/s1600-h/2273897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SO-eo11GaHI/AAAAAAAACG4/9U_2iX0g1Ow/s320/2273897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255593714646411378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Alguém me interne no paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Preciso urgente dar um tempo por lá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O dia passa enquanto eu perco o juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Quem foi que inventou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Que era assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sorrisos plásticos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cumprindo seu papel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;enfeitando um rosto de pedra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Se a regra é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ser tão simpático!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;mesmo que seja só,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;pra convencer toda a platéia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I wanna be away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;quando essa bomba explodir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I wanna be away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;quando essa bomba explodir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Abraços vazios, olhares de gelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;tão descartáveis quanto cascas no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;flashes capturam a melhor fachada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;mas quem vê foto, não vê coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não quero mais montagens ao redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;agindo sempre assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;só quando for conveniente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;pra ganhar bônus e somar pontos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;à sua carteirinha de hipócrita oficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I wanna be away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;quando essa bomba explodir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i wanna be away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;quando essa bomba explodir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;alguém me interne no paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;preciso urgente dar um tempo por lá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;o dia passa em quanto eu perco o juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;quem foi que inventou que era assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;sorrisos plásticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;cumprindo seu papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;enfeitando um rosto de pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;se a regra é ser tão simpático&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;mesmo que seja só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;pra convencer toda a platéia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i wanna be away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;quando essa bomba explodir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i wanna be away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;quando essa bomba explodir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i wanna be away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;quando essa bomba explodir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I wanna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I wanna be  away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Música mais que perfeita pro momento!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;PQP... ficando louca???????&lt;br /&gt;Quase nada....afffff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nada foi como eu esperava. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não sei se quero continuar assim, mas também não sei o que fazer." (Lia Luft)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6171894229616314298?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6171894229616314298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6171894229616314298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6171894229616314298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6171894229616314298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wanna-be.html' title='&quot;I wanna be&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SO-eo11GaHI/AAAAAAAACG4/9U_2iX0g1Ow/s72-c/2273897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-3005408370875783253</id><published>2008-10-09T11:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:52:26.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ilusión"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SO4Z1UNIPYI/AAAAAAAACGw/3rCH99BGdPQ/s1600-h/457010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SO4Z1UNIPYI/AAAAAAAACGw/3rCH99BGdPQ/s320/457010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255166218935483778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma vez eu tive uma ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E não soube o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não soube o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não soube o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ela se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque eu a deixei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que eu a deixei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu só sei que ela se foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi corazón desde entonces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;La llora diario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No portão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por ella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no supe que hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y se me fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque la deje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Por que la deje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo sé que se me fue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei que tudo o que eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixei tudo o que eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque não me deixei tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivê-la feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;É a ilusão de que volte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que me faça feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faça viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por ella no supe que hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y se me fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque la deje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Por que la deje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo sé que se me fue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei que tudo o que eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixei tudo o que eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque não me deixei tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivê-la feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei que tudo o que eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixei tudo o que eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque no me dejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tratar de ser la feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque la deje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Por que la deje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo sé que se me fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ahhhh.... essa música é linda....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Uma melodia tãooo gostosa de ouvir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ontem voltei a pegar no violão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E maridinha disse q vai me dar aulas...rsrsrs...aiai...tentar d novo!rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E qto mais conheço os homens, mais prefiro as mulheres...uahuahuahauhauh&lt;br /&gt;aff...tem q rir pq chorar eu ja fiz ontem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-3005408370875783253?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3005408370875783253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=3005408370875783253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3005408370875783253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3005408370875783253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/ilusin.html' title='&quot;Ilusión&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SO4Z1UNIPYI/AAAAAAAACGw/3rCH99BGdPQ/s72-c/457010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-403487068394695707</id><published>2008-10-08T11:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:35:45.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Permissão de Deus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOzEAyV-myI/AAAAAAAACGo/-Kphdj8sxM4/s1600-h/554963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOzEAyV-myI/AAAAAAAACGo/-Kphdj8sxM4/s320/554963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254790383027526434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo não passa em vão&lt;br /&gt;Cada minuto tem sua explicação&lt;br /&gt;No meu e no seu viver&lt;br /&gt;Só vai acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;Somente aquilo que Deus&lt;br /&gt;Preparou e nada mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada além mais...&lt;br /&gt;Nada além mais&lt;br /&gt;Vai acontecer no seu viver além&lt;br /&gt;Do que Deus preparou pra você&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça os porquês, também o talvez&lt;br /&gt;Só saíba que tudo o que aconteceu,&lt;br /&gt;Foi permissão de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Cada lágrima, permissão de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Cada sorriso, permissão de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Cada perda e permissão de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Cada conquista, permissão de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Cada luta, permissão de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Cada vitória, permissão de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Cada morte é permissão de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Cada vida, permissão de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é pela permissão de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Permissão de Deus, permissão de Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é dono de tudo, passado, presente e&lt;br /&gt;Futuro, e tudo que acontecerá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Será permissão de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Pq a Lu colocou essa musica no "nosso chat...rs" e eu achei linda a letra....&lt;br /&gt;Precisando entregar meus momentos a Deus.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-403487068394695707?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/403487068394695707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=403487068394695707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/403487068394695707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/403487068394695707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/permisso-de-deus.html' title='&quot;Permissão de Deus&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOzEAyV-myI/AAAAAAAACGo/-Kphdj8sxM4/s72-c/554963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5785497398395154678</id><published>2008-10-07T16:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:06:51.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu não paro"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOuyymNzTdI/AAAAAAAACGI/lraoWiVAgYs/s1600-h/1127537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOuyymNzTdI/AAAAAAAACGI/lraoWiVAgYs/s320/1127537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254489972579454418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Quando eu vou parar e olhar pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ficar de fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E olhar por dentro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Organizar minhas idéias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não posso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu esqueço de mim?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu pensei que fosse forte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sou&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu vou parar pra ser feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que hora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não dá tempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não me encontro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos lugares onde eu ando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem me conheço&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viro o avesso de mim?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não sei o que é sonhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz tanto tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tanto mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E o meu lugar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;É aqui?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Uma rua atravessada em meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Nos meus olhos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil faróis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso aprender a andar sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pra ouvir minha própria voz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu paro pra pensar em mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu paro pra pensar em mim&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pq eu amooooo essa música..&lt;br /&gt;depois de Confesso essa diz demais sobre mim tb =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor fazei de mim um instrumento de Vossa paz... por favor...Amém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5785497398395154678?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5785497398395154678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5785497398395154678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5785497398395154678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5785497398395154678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-no-paro.html' title='&quot;Eu não paro&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOuyymNzTdI/AAAAAAAACGI/lraoWiVAgYs/s72-c/1127537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1939137295903864557</id><published>2008-10-06T09:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:12:47.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Infinito Particular"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOoAb8woVDI/AAAAAAAACFo/_bTs3bGhy6g/s1600-h/492733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOoAb8woVDI/AAAAAAAACFo/_bTs3bGhy6g/s320/492733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254012395447669810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eis o melhor e o pior de mim&lt;br /&gt;O meu termômetro o meu quilate&lt;br /&gt;Vem, cara, me retrate&lt;br /&gt;Não é impossível&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou difícil de ler&lt;br /&gt;Faça sua parte&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou daqui eu não sou de Marte&lt;br /&gt;Vem, cara, me repara&lt;br /&gt;Não vê, tá na cara, sou portabandeira&lt;br /&gt;de mim&lt;br /&gt;Só não se perca ao entrar&lt;br /&gt;No meu infinito particular&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns instantes&lt;br /&gt;Sou pequenina e também gigante&lt;br /&gt;Vem, cara, se declara&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é portátil&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem não tem nada a esconder&lt;br /&gt;Olha minha cara&lt;br /&gt;É só mistério, não tem segredo&lt;br /&gt;Vem cá, não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;A água é potável&lt;br /&gt;Daqui você pode beber&lt;br /&gt;Só não se perca ao entrar&lt;br /&gt;No meu infinito particular&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Boa semana para todos nós!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fds muito feliz... mas coração inquieto.... aff...odeio essa sensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1939137295903864557?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1939137295903864557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1939137295903864557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1939137295903864557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1939137295903864557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/infinito-particular.html' title='&quot;Infinito Particular&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOoAb8woVDI/AAAAAAAACFo/_bTs3bGhy6g/s72-c/492733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6350796437313363677</id><published>2008-10-02T14:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:09:32.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Esquadros"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOUACAVnv8I/AAAAAAAAB-M/Y1FPJPRMvx8/s1600-h/1292186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOUACAVnv8I/AAAAAAAAB-M/Y1FPJPRMvx8/s320/1292186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252604574847975362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu ando pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Prestando atenção em cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Que eu não sei o nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cores de Almodóvar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cores de Frida Kahlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Passeio pelo escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu presto muita atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; No que meu irmão ouve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; E como uma segunda pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Um calo, uma casca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Uma cápsula protetora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ai, Eu quero chegar antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Prá sinalizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; O estar de cada coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Filtrar seus graus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu ando pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Divertindo gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chorando ao telefone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; E vendo doer a fome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nos meninos que têm fome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pela janela do quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pela janela do carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pela tela, pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Quem é ela? Quem é ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu vejo tudo enquadrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Remoto controle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu ando pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; E os automóveis correm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Para quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; As crianças correm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Para onde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Transito entre dois lados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; De um lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu gosto de opostos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Exponho o meu modo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me mostro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu canto para quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pela janela do quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pela janela do carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pela tela, pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Quem é ela? Quem é ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu vejo tudo enquadrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Remoto controle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu ando pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; E meus amigos, cadê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Minha alegria, meu cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Meu amor cadê você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu acordei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Não tem ninguém ao lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pela janela do quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pela janela do carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pela tela, pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Quem é ela? Quem é ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu vejo tudo enquadrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Remoto controle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Essa música é uma viagem tão gostosa que eu faço......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6350796437313363677?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6350796437313363677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6350796437313363677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6350796437313363677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6350796437313363677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/esquadros.html' title='&quot;Esquadros&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOUACAVnv8I/AAAAAAAAB-M/Y1FPJPRMvx8/s72-c/1292186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-3691108575936210735</id><published>2008-10-01T15:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:19:35.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Paciência"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOO-XPyW73I/AAAAAAAAB-E/JzVUi8MeXWE/s1600-h/778067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOO-XPyW73I/AAAAAAAAB-E/JzVUi8MeXWE/s320/778067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252250897028149106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma&lt;br /&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;br /&gt;A vida não para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o tempo acelera e pede pressa&lt;br /&gt;Eu me recuso faço hora vou na valsa&lt;br /&gt;A vida e tão rara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto todo mundo espera a cura do mal&lt;br /&gt;E a loucura finge que isso tudo é normal&lt;br /&gt;Eu finjo ter paciência&lt;br /&gt;O mundo vai girando cada vez mais veloz&lt;br /&gt;A gente espera do mundo e o mundo espera de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência  &lt;br /&gt;Será que é o tempo que lhe falta pra perceber      &lt;br /&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder&lt;br /&gt;E quem quer saber        &lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão rara (Tão rara)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma  &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma &lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, a vida não para (a vida não para não)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é tempo que me falta pra perceber&lt;br /&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder &lt;br /&gt;E quem quer saber&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão rara (tão rara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma &lt;br /&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei,a vida não para (a vida não para não... a vida&lt;br /&gt;não para)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ai Jesus.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Paciência pra alguns assuntos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu sempre tive... mas é sempre bom exercitá-la....rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Amo vcs e ponto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ps: Hj é niver de papaiiii....rsrs&lt;br /&gt;falei c ele de manhã..não sei se o verei a noite...aiai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-3691108575936210735?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3691108575936210735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=3691108575936210735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3691108575936210735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3691108575936210735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/10/pacincia.html' title='&quot;Paciência&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOO-XPyW73I/AAAAAAAAB-E/JzVUi8MeXWE/s72-c/778067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-3856473545803488729</id><published>2008-09-30T10:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:12:40.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Libertar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOIzG1Lo6TI/AAAAAAAAB98/ZtxmFtV1Rno/s1600-h/2241247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOIzG1Lo6TI/AAAAAAAAB98/ZtxmFtV1Rno/s320/2241247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251816307915548978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Libertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Devolver ao mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Libertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O ser humano a fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Libertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Se há luz no horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Se há vida em cada olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Conhecer, libertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Se o coração se esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tem medo de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Libertar e viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ser livre pra voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ser livre pra sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O amor que a lua ensinou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ser livre pra mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Que o céu é logo ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ser livre, ser o que sonhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Meu destino é ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Nisso eu quero acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Fazer tudo o que eu não fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Lutar por um lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;No mundo e conseguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amo e ponto!hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tempo de mudanças... novos conhecimentos... novas amizades.. novos contatos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Muitas coisas novas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E quero aproveitar cada segundo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-3856473545803488729?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3856473545803488729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=3856473545803488729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3856473545803488729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3856473545803488729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/libertar.html' title='&quot;Libertar&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SOIzG1Lo6TI/AAAAAAAAB98/ZtxmFtV1Rno/s72-c/2241247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5369514463833946029</id><published>2008-09-29T10:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:59:17.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Behind Blue Eyes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SODYN6j6N_I/AAAAAAAAB90/W1vG21TvYmA/s1600-h/573332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SODYN6j6N_I/AAAAAAAAB90/W1vG21TvYmA/s320/573332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251434899083769842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one knows what its like, to be the bad man,&lt;br /&gt;to be the sad man, behind blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;no one knows what its like, to be hated,&lt;br /&gt;to be fated, to telling only lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my dreams they aren't as empty,&lt;br /&gt;as my conscience seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;I have hours, only lonely.&lt;br /&gt;My love is vengeance, that's never free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what its like, to feel these feelings,&lt;br /&gt;like I do, and I blame you&lt;br /&gt;No one bites as hard on their anger,&lt;br /&gt;none of my pain or woe, can show through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams, they aren't as empty,&lt;br /&gt;as my conscience seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;I have hours, only lonely&lt;br /&gt;my love is vengeance, that's never free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my fist clenches, crack it open,&lt;br /&gt;before I use it and lose my cool.&lt;br /&gt;when I smile, tell me some bad news&lt;br /&gt;before I laugh and act like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I swallow anything evil,&lt;br /&gt;put your finger down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;and if I shiver, please give me your blanket,&lt;br /&gt;keep me warm, let me wear your coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one knows what its like, to be the bad man,&lt;br /&gt;to be the sad man, behind blue eyes.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nossa... sábado eu tava assistinto "Na companhia do medo" e lembrei dessa música q faz parte da trilha sonora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e eu ouvia mto, mto msm por uma época aí!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E aí hj decidi postá-la.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: pq ficar mais de uma hora no telefone com vc: Não tem preço!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Podes contar sempre comigo maridinha! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5369514463833946029?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5369514463833946029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5369514463833946029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5369514463833946029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5369514463833946029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/behind-blue-eyes.html' title='&quot;Behind Blue Eyes&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SODYN6j6N_I/AAAAAAAAB90/W1vG21TvYmA/s72-c/573332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-7595803267442653923</id><published>2008-09-28T12:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:04:19.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Coisinha do pai"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SN-wQEC5U1I/AAAAAAAAB9s/WSqhebHzmCY/s1600-h/2169169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251109480547570514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SN-wQEC5U1I/AAAAAAAAB9s/WSqhebHzmCY/s320/2169169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Coisinha tão bonitinha do pai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você vale ouro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo meu tesouro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão formosa da cabeça aos pés&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou lhe amando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lhe adorando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digo mais uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agradeço a Deus porque lhe fez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Coisinha tão bonitinha do pai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Coisinha tão bonitinha do pai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Coisinha tão bonitinha do pai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Coisinha tão bonitinha do pai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charmosa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão dengosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que só me deixa a prosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tesouro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vale ouro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agradeço a Deus porque lhe fez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Coisinha tão bonitinha do pai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Coisinha tão bonitinha do pai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Coisinha tão bonitinha do pai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Coisinha tão bonitinha do pai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Adoreiiiii Maridinha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hehehehe...sou tão fofa.....rsrs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Minha amiga maridinha ontem me dedicou essa música....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Agradeço a Deus pela oportunidade de ter te colocado na minha vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amizade que quero levar pra sempre!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pq só de saber que vc confia em mim fico MUITO feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Noite inesperada, mas danada d boa! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-7595803267442653923?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7595803267442653923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=7595803267442653923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7595803267442653923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7595803267442653923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/coisinha-do-pai.html' title='&quot;Coisinha do pai&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SN-wQEC5U1I/AAAAAAAAB9s/WSqhebHzmCY/s72-c/2169169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4984156651629653225</id><published>2008-09-27T09:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:56:48.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Primeiros Erros"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SN4qtJLjFCI/AAAAAAAAB8o/-fBgVuMdGJ4/s1600-h/2241247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SN4qtJLjFCI/AAAAAAAAB8o/-fBgVuMdGJ4/s320/2241247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250681170607412258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu caminho é cada manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Não procure saber onde estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu destino não é de ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E eu não deixo os meus passos no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Se você não entende não vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Se não me vê não me entende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Não procure saber onde estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Se o meu jeito te surpreende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Se o meu corpo virasse sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Se a minha mente virasse sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mas só chove, chove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Chove, chove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Se um dia eu pudesse ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu passado inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E fizesse parar de chover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Nos primeiros erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu corpo viraria sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Minha mente viraria sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mas só chove, chove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Chove, chove (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu corpo viraria sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Minha mente viraria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mas só chove, chove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Chove, chove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu corpo viraria sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Minha mente viraria sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mas só chove, chove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Chove, chove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;Amo e ponto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4984156651629653225?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4984156651629653225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4984156651629653225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4984156651629653225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4984156651629653225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/primeiros-erros.html' title='&quot;Primeiros Erros&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SN4qtJLjFCI/AAAAAAAAB8o/-fBgVuMdGJ4/s72-c/2241247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8212495437539613944</id><published>2008-09-26T09:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:41:44.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tocando em Frente"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNzU6LepNTI/AAAAAAAAB8g/YKke1IMf1dI/s1600-h/1190154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNzU6LepNTI/AAAAAAAAB8g/YKke1IMf1dI/s320/1190154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250305361585976626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje me sinto mais forte, mais feliz quem sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só levo a certeza de que muito pouco eu sei, ou nada sei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o sabor das massas e das maçãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É preciso paz pra poder sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É preciso a chuva para florir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penso que cumpri a vida seja simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compreender a marcha ir tocando em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como um velho boiadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;levando a boiada eu vou tocando os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pela longa estrada eu vou, estrada eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o sabor das massas e das maçãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É preciso paz pra poder sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É preciso a chuva para florir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo mundo ama um dia, todo mundo chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um dia a gente chega no outro vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada um de nós compõe a sua história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o sabor das massas e das maçãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É preciso paz pra poder sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É preciso a chuva para florir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada um de nós compõe a sua história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cheguei hj e ouvi essa música....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ontem foi um dia mega turbulento.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mas até q ouvir um "Muito bem minha filha é assim que começa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;foi realmente MEGA gratificante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei sobre tudo........mas o que sei é q os ventos estão ao meu favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só posso agradecer a Deus... sempre e muito sempre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8212495437539613944?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8212495437539613944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8212495437539613944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8212495437539613944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8212495437539613944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/tocando-em-frente.html' title='&quot;Tocando em Frente&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNzU6LepNTI/AAAAAAAAB8g/YKke1IMf1dI/s72-c/1190154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-3376078329440602572</id><published>2008-09-25T09:51:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:09:50.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Flor e o Vento"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuL6ViRIvI/AAAAAAAAB74/wwrwOr0KZrI/s1600-h/ATgAAADnV3P6DJs2qPIDwuzeBn1DLbutOCwbGWCXEG_4Yf_GvaqEIedkSqhN_ZYYyLglepXBOOkK7F8Hx50UAyB6tMTHAJtU9VDIAlIpX63rdq4Ul2VO00XQJktEgw.j"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuL6ViRIvI/AAAAAAAAB74/wwrwOr0KZrI/s320/ATgAAADnV3P6DJs2qPIDwuzeBn1DLbutOCwbGWCXEG_4Yf_GvaqEIedkSqhN_ZYYyLglepXBOOkK7F8Hx50UAyB6tMTHAJtU9VDIAlIpX63rdq4Ul2VO00XQJktEgw.j" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249943624959992562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foto: Juliana Farina, Fernando Ben e Maria Paz&lt;br /&gt;Letra e Música: Fernando Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Quando a saudade bater vou lembrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus olhos nos meus que são teus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vou calar, prá te encontrar, aqui.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a vontade rasgar, minha pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Quando na tua ,se revele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Toda nua, por ser ,de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E nas pupilas verdes atemporais que me rege&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor que se entregue ao vento , ri.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando teu beijo forjar, lapidar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumir ,tudo enfim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezo prá não despertar e acordar assim ,sem você.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz-me então teu nêgo, todo zêlo, todo dengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Todo teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ápice de não malograr ,teu olhar, em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Voz que ousa lançar meu  mundo ao chão,eclosão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;De tuas mãos a remeter , um sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E nas pupilas verdes atemporais que me rege&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor que se entregue ao vento , a rir .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ontem a noite a intimação foi real...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Produção Juliana Farina!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Siiimmmm.... feliz demais!!! E agora é trabalhar!&lt;br /&gt;Vou mantendo todos muito bem informados....rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.julianafarina.com"&gt;www.julianafarina.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianafarina.blogspot.com"&gt;http://julianafarina.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjos  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-3376078329440602572?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3376078329440602572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=3376078329440602572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3376078329440602572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3376078329440602572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/flor-e-o-vento.html' title='&quot;A Flor e o Vento&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuL6ViRIvI/AAAAAAAAB74/wwrwOr0KZrI/s72-c/ATgAAADnV3P6DJs2qPIDwuzeBn1DLbutOCwbGWCXEG_4Yf_GvaqEIedkSqhN_ZYYyLglepXBOOkK7F8Hx50UAyB6tMTHAJtU9VDIAlIpX63rdq4Ul2VO00XQJktEgw.j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4694150232206145499</id><published>2008-09-24T10:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:13:16.888-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Anjo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNo74VhU2LI/AAAAAAAABnY/7L0L6cuVuX4/s1600-h/anjos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNo74VhU2LI/AAAAAAAABnY/7L0L6cuVuX4/s320/anjos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249574154689370290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acredita em anjo?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, sou o seu&lt;br /&gt;Soube que anda triste&lt;br /&gt;Que sente falta de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que não quer amar ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Por isso estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Vim cuidar de você&lt;br /&gt;Te proteger, te fazer sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Te entender, te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;E quando tiver cansada&lt;br /&gt;Cantar pra você dormir&lt;br /&gt;Te colocar sobre as minhas asas&lt;br /&gt;Te apresentar as estrelas do meu céu&lt;br /&gt;Passar em Saturno e roubar o seu mais lindo anel&lt;br /&gt;Vou secar qualquer lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Que ousar cair&lt;br /&gt;Vou desviar todo mal do seu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Vou estar contigo a todo momento&lt;br /&gt;Sem que você me veja&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer tudo que você deseja&lt;br /&gt;Mas, de repente você me beija&lt;br /&gt;O coração dispara&lt;br /&gt;E a consciência sente dor&lt;br /&gt;E eu descubro que além de anjo&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso ser seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq conheci e ela é linda!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4694150232206145499?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4694150232206145499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4694150232206145499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4694150232206145499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4694150232206145499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/anjo.html' title='&quot;Anjo&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNo74VhU2LI/AAAAAAAABnY/7L0L6cuVuX4/s72-c/anjos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-7187740153152617890</id><published>2008-09-23T10:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:32:33.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Florrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNjvvv4MD_I/AAAAAAAABmw/G1AjJGJGbRM/s1600-h/Bolo+Anivers%C3%A1rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNjvvv4MD_I/AAAAAAAABmw/G1AjJGJGbRM/s320/Bolo+Anivers%C3%A1rio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249208969285341170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hoje vai ser uma festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bolo e guaraná muito doce pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;É o seu aniversário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Vamos festejar, os amigos receber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mil felicidades, amor no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Que a sua vida seja sempre doce e emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bate, bate palma que é hora de cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Agora todos juntos, vamos lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Parabéns, parabéns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hoje é o seu dia, que dia mais feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Parabéns, parabéns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Cante novamente que a gente pede bis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;É pique, é pique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;É pique, é pique, é pique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;É hora, é hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;É hora, é hora, é hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Rá, tim, bum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Luanna, Luanna, Luanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Parabéns flor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Felicidades milllll hj e sempre!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-7187740153152617890?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7187740153152617890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=7187740153152617890&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7187740153152617890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7187740153152617890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/parabns-florrrr.html' title='Parabéns Florrrr'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNjvvv4MD_I/AAAAAAAABmw/G1AjJGJGbRM/s72-c/Bolo+Anivers%C3%A1rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-7032361729685287979</id><published>2008-09-22T15:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:06:34.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Zombie"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNfjITxjZkI/AAAAAAAABmg/uDaANWvXzE0/s1600-h/1733066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNfjITxjZkI/AAAAAAAABmg/uDaANWvXzE0/s320/1733066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248913622610175554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another head hangs lowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Child is slowly taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the violence caused such silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are we mistaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you see it's not me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your head, in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;head they are fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With their tanks and their bombs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And their bombs and their guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your head they are cryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your head, in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zombie Zombie Zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's in your head, in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zombie Zombie Zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another mother's breakin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heart is taking over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the violence causes silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We must be mistaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the same old theme since 1916&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your head they're still fightin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With their tanks and their bombs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And their bombs and their guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your head they are dyin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your head, in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zombie Zombie Zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's in your head, in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zombie Zombie Zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mais um fds que já entrou pra história....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A cada dia mais quero menos algumas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e quero mais me lançar em outras bem diferentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas tô deixando com o tempo... mais sábio impossível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Musiquinha que marcou o fds... Maria no violão...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-7032361729685287979?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7032361729685287979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=7032361729685287979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7032361729685287979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7032361729685287979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/animal-instinct.html' title='&quot;Zombie&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNfjITxjZkI/AAAAAAAABmg/uDaANWvXzE0/s72-c/1733066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1307267442075733780</id><published>2008-09-19T10:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:19:17.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Samba Meu"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNOzhG_3VaI/AAAAAAAABlo/LZzlcRvQ9d8/s1600-h/roda-de-samba-flor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNOzhG_3VaI/AAAAAAAABlo/LZzlcRvQ9d8/s320/roda-de-samba-flor1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247735372212295074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;O meu samba vai curar teu abandono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;O meu samba vai te acordar do sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu samba não quer ver você tão triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu samba vai curar a dor que existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu samba vai fazer ela dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;É o samba certo pra você cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;O meu samba é de vida e não de morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu samba vem pra cá e traz a sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E celebra tudo o que é bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu samba não despreza o esquisito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu Samba vai tocar no infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu Samba é de bossa e não de grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Meu Samba, defendi com alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Deixe que a noite vadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Vai saber lhe coroar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Deixo entregue aos bambas de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Que estão nos morros da cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Peço a benção pra passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Deixo entregue aos bambas de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Que estão nos morros da cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Peço a benção pra passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Aiai... mais uma vez inspirada pela Lu e hj com a ajuda do Rafa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Que os ventos continuem soprando ao meu favor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;e que a favor de todos que me rodeiam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Obrigada Deus por tudo... hj e sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mesmo qdo eu acho q nada tá bom... nada como o Seu Tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E que o fds seja mais do que a gente espere!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;AMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1307267442075733780?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1307267442075733780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1307267442075733780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1307267442075733780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1307267442075733780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/samba-meu.html' title='&quot;Samba Meu&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNOzhG_3VaI/AAAAAAAABlo/LZzlcRvQ9d8/s72-c/roda-de-samba-flor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8671422317347574722</id><published>2008-09-18T08:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:36:11.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Medo de Chuva"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNI8fet12_I/AAAAAAAABlg/XnMr2UYk3LQ/s1600-h/1233795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNI8fet12_I/AAAAAAAABlg/XnMr2UYk3LQ/s320/1233795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247323027358997490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você que tem medo de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você não é nem de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muito menos, feito de açucar ou algo parecido com mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esperimente tomar banho de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E conhecer a energia do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A energia dessa água sagrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos abençoa da cabeça aos pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ôê, chuva! Eu peço que caia devagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só molhe esse povo de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só para nunca mais chorar, para nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ôh chuva! eu peço que caia devagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só molhe esse povo de alegria, alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para nunca mais chorar, iôiôiôi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oioioioôio......Oioioioôio..... Oioioioôio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas, você que tem medo de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você não é nem de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muito menos, feito de açucar ou algo parecido com mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esperimente tomar banho de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E conhecer a energia do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A energia dessa água sagrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos abençoa da cabeça aos pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ahhhhh... eu adoro um forrozinho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;e ontem eu bem dancei.....hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ontem foi a estreia da Juliana Farina no Bistrô...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;aiai... arrasando como sempreeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ADOROOOOOOO demais esse trio!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Fds promete d novooo...hehehe  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8671422317347574722?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8671422317347574722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8671422317347574722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8671422317347574722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8671422317347574722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/medo-de-chuva.html' title='&quot;Medo de Chuva&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNI8fet12_I/AAAAAAAABlg/XnMr2UYk3LQ/s72-c/1233795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8075009704284228896</id><published>2008-09-17T10:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:20:32.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"As Coisas Tão Mais Lindas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNEDED1InnI/AAAAAAAABk8/WB9suvb3Tg4/s1600-h/reza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNEDED1InnI/AAAAAAAABk8/WB9suvb3Tg4/s320/reza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246978409145867890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Entre as coisas mais lindas que eu conheci&lt;br /&gt;Só reconheci suas cores belas quando eu te vi&lt;br /&gt;Entre as coisas bem-vindas que já recebi&lt;br /&gt;Eu reconheci minhas cores nela então eu me vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está em cima com o céu e o luar&lt;br /&gt;Hora dos dias, semanas, meses, anos, décadas&lt;br /&gt;E séculos, milênios que vão passar&lt;br /&gt;Água-marinha põe estrelas no mar&lt;br /&gt;Praias, baías, braços, cabos, mares, golfos&lt;br /&gt;E penínsulas e oceanos que não vão secar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as coisas lindas são mais lindas&lt;br /&gt;Quando você está&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você está&lt;br /&gt;Onde você está&lt;br /&gt;As coisas são mais lindas&lt;br /&gt;Porque você está&lt;br /&gt;Onde você está&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você está&lt;br /&gt;Nas coisas tão mais lindas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Esse post vai para todos os meus poucos, novos, antigos e verdadeiros &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AMIGOS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Pq a quantidade não importa, mas sei que cada um tem uma(s) qualidade(s) que os fazem melhores e mais queridos a cada dia que passa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8075009704284228896?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8075009704284228896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8075009704284228896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8075009704284228896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8075009704284228896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-coisas-to-mais-lindas.html' title='&quot;As Coisas Tão Mais Lindas&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNEDED1InnI/AAAAAAAABk8/WB9suvb3Tg4/s72-c/reza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6399734144209644636</id><published>2008-09-16T10:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:37:11.455-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Trajetória"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SM-2D_3_SDI/AAAAAAAABk0/KgaDO6Td8pQ/s1600-h/anjofalante419388853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SM-2D_3_SDI/AAAAAAAABk0/KgaDO6Td8pQ/s320/anjofalante419388853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246612270712047666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não perca tempo assim contando história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;pra que forçar tanto a memória &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;pra dizer &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;a triste hora do fim se faz notória &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;e continuar a trajetória &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;é retroceder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não há no mundo lei &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;que possa condenar &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguém que a um outro alguém &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixou de amar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu já me preparei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;parei para pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;e vi que é bem melhor não perguntar &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que é que tem que ser assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ninguém jamais pôde mudar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;recebe menos quem mais tem pra dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;e agora queira dar licença &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;que eu já vou &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixa assim, por favor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;não ligue se acaso o meu pranto rolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;tudo bem                               &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me deseje só felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;vamos manter a amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Mas não me queira só por pena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem me crie mais problemas...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma semi-eterna-dúvida pra qual música postar...kkkkkk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e Lu na dúvida...várias opções...&lt;br /&gt;Maria Rita - cd Samba Meu - todas as músicas são MARAAA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post em conjunto....hehehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6399734144209644636?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6399734144209644636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6399734144209644636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6399734144209644636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6399734144209644636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/trajetria.html' title='&quot;Trajetória&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SM-2D_3_SDI/AAAAAAAABk0/KgaDO6Td8pQ/s72-c/anjofalante419388853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-2521686254957189586</id><published>2008-09-15T10:29:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:37:00.057-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Último Anjo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SM5jgz3-luI/AAAAAAAABks/X8Zdxmojw98/s1600-h/635630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SM5jgz3-luI/AAAAAAAABks/X8Zdxmojw98/s320/635630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246240031265167074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E se eu quiser gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Você ensurdecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O sol cair no mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;e de frio morrer em pleno verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tá tão estranho aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pareço desfocar o que você sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Por pura intuição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Se a água não correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A lua despencar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O horizonte inteiro verticalizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Inverter a rotação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Me traga a sua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Varinha de condão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Reze Uma oração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pai, filho e espírito são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Somos o meio entre o principio e fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Fomos freio entreo bom e o ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Me dê o chão pra pisar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Um coração para amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Me trate bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sou um anjo caído do além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Me trate bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Todo anjo tem medo também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aiaiai... AMOOOOOOOOO essa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amoooo Isabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ameiiii meu fds... nossa... me sinto tãoooo bem com essas pessoas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Obrigada amigos... de verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-2521686254957189586?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2521686254957189586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=2521686254957189586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/2521686254957189586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/2521686254957189586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-ltimo-anjo.html' title='&quot;O Último Anjo&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SM5jgz3-luI/AAAAAAAABks/X8Zdxmojw98/s72-c/635630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4589149258142955284</id><published>2008-09-13T10:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:38:35.848-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu sei"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMvB33vaXkI/AAAAAAAABkk/n81ExB6aUVw/s1600-h/969827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMvB33vaXkI/AAAAAAAABkk/n81ExB6aUVw/s320/969827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245499356602850882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexo verbal não faz meu estilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Palavras são erros, e os erros são seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não quero lembrar que eu erro também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um dia pretendo tentar descobrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque é mais forte quem sabe mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não quero lembrar que eu minto também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feche a porta do seu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Porque se toca o telefone pode ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;Com quem você quer falar&lt;br /&gt;Por horas e horas e horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite acabou, talvez tenhamos que fugir sem você&lt;br /&gt;Mas não, não vá agora, quero honras e promessas&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças e histórias&lt;br /&gt;Somos pássaro novo longe do ninho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Essa música lembro da minha irmã... e de momentos engraçados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mas hj ela vem como desabafo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tempo, tempo mano velho, falta um tanto ainda eu sei..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4589149258142955284?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4589149258142955284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4589149258142955284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4589149258142955284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4589149258142955284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-sei.html' title='&quot;Eu sei&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMvB33vaXkI/AAAAAAAABkk/n81ExB6aUVw/s72-c/969827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8877813771613414420</id><published>2008-09-12T13:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:55:16.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Avesso dos Ponteiros"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMqeCgk_25I/AAAAAAAABkc/Ko7C2KFAtm0/s1600-h/412864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMqeCgk_25I/AAAAAAAABkc/Ko7C2KFAtm0/s320/412864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245178481968405394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sempre chega a hora da solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sempre chega a hora de arrumar o armário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre chega a hora do poeta a plêiade&lt;br /&gt;Sempre chega a hora em que o camelo tem sede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa e engraxa a gastura do sapato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na pressa a gente não nota que a Lua muda de formato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pessoas passam por mim pra pegar o metrô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confundo a vida ser um longa-metragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O diretor segue seu destino de cortar as cenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o velho vai ficando fraco esvaziando os frascos&lt;br /&gt;E já não vai mais ao cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa e eu ainda ando pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa e eu ainda ando pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso quando você partiu&lt;br /&gt;Assim... sem olhar pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Como um navio que vai ao longe&lt;br /&gt;E já nem se lembra do cais&lt;br /&gt;Os carros na minha frente vão indo&lt;br /&gt;E eu nunca sei pra onde&lt;br /&gt;Será que é lá que você se esconde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa e eu ainda ando pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa e eu ainda ando pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A idade aponta na falha dos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outro mês aponta da folha do calendário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As senhoras vão trocando o vestuário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As meninas viram a página do diário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O tempo faz tudo valer a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E nem o erro é desperdício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudo cresce e o início&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deixa de ser início&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E vai chegando ao meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aí começo a pensar que nada tem fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Aiaiai... paixão monstra por cada parte destacada dessa música!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tudo que eu quero é paz....muita paz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ótimo fds para nós =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8877813771613414420?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8877813771613414420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8877813771613414420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5962983241778154249</id><published>2008-09-11T15:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:53:44.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"É o que me interessa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMlosBQVBLI/AAAAAAAABj8/_bxVHGA1Rnk/s1600-h/1433938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMlosBQVBLI/AAAAAAAABj8/_bxVHGA1Rnk/s320/1433938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244838346510107826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Daqui desse momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Do meu olhar pra fora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é só miragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A sombra do futuro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sobra do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A sombra é uma paisagem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai virar o jogo e transformar a perda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Em nossa recompensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Quando eu olhar pro lado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero estar cercado só de quem me interessa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Às vezes é um instante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tarde faz silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O vento sopra a meu favor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes eu pressinto e é como uma saudade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um tempo que ainda não passou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por trás do seu sossego, atraso o meu relógio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Acalmo a minha pressa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dá sua palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sussure em meu ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Só o que me interessa&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lógica do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O caos do pensamento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paz na solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A órbita do tempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pausa do retrato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voz da intuição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A curva do universo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fórmula do acaso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O alcance da promessa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O salto do desejo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O agora e o infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Só o que me interessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pqp.... melhor não poderia ser pra esse momento....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quero muito viver só do que me interessa......&lt;br /&gt;E eu hei de conseguir... talvez antes msm do que eu mesma imagine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5962983241778154249?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5962983241778154249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5962983241778154249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5962983241778154249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5962983241778154249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-que-me-interessa.html' title='&quot;É o que me interessa&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMlosBQVBLI/AAAAAAAABj8/_bxVHGA1Rnk/s72-c/1433938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5228772578679288771</id><published>2008-09-10T10:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:02:00.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gentileza"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMfE83zOibI/AAAAAAAABjk/xbIoFyPQOFc/s1600-h/1878963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMfE83zOibI/AAAAAAAABjk/xbIoFyPQOFc/s320/1878963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244376841146239410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apagaram tudo&lt;br /&gt;pintaram tudo de cinza&lt;br /&gt;a palavra no muro ficou coberta de tinta&lt;br /&gt;apagaram tudo&lt;br /&gt;pintaram tudo de cinza&lt;br /&gt;só ficou no muro tristeza e tinta fresca&lt;br /&gt;nós que passamos apressados&lt;br /&gt;pelas ruas da cidade&lt;br /&gt;merecemos ler as letras e as palavras de gentileza&lt;br /&gt;por isso eu pergunto a você no mundo&lt;br /&gt;se é mais inteligente o livro ou a sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;o mundo é uma escola&lt;br /&gt;a vida é um circo&lt;br /&gt;amor palavra que liberta&lt;br /&gt;já dizia um profeta&lt;br /&gt;apagaram tudo&lt;br /&gt;pintaram tudo de cinza&lt;br /&gt;só ficou no muro tristeza e tinta fresca&lt;br /&gt;por isso eu pergunto a você no mundo&lt;br /&gt;se é mais inteligente o livro ou a sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;o mundo é uma escola&lt;br /&gt;a vida é um circo&lt;br /&gt;amor palavra que liberta&lt;br /&gt;já dizia um profeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Amo Marisa!&lt;br /&gt;Amo essa música!&lt;br /&gt;Amo e ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5228772578679288771?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5228772578679288771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5228772578679288771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-689691924976833102</id><published>2008-09-09T09:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:52:43.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Samba de Benção"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMZuBiJPLBI/AAAAAAAABhY/Gzdu_nvPeqc/s1600-h/518184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMZuBiJPLBI/AAAAAAAABhY/Gzdu_nvPeqc/s320/518184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243999788743994386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É melhor ser alegre que ser triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alegria é a melhor coisa que existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É assim como a luz no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas prá fazer um samba com beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É preciso um bocado de tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senão não se faz um samba não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fazer samba não é contar piada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quem faz samba assim não é de nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O bom samba é uma forma de oração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque o samba é a tristeza que balança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a tristeza tem sempre uma esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De um dia não ser mais triste não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Põe um pouco de amor numa cadência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E vai ver que ninguém no mundo vence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A beleza que tem um samba não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque o samba nasceu lá na Bahia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele é negro demais no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É melhor ser alegre que ser triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alegria é a melhor coisa que existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É assim como a luz no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque o samba nasceu lá na Bahia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele é negro demais no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei com essa música....&lt;br /&gt;Ai tempo feioooo&lt;br /&gt;Ai decepcionada c algumas coisas...foda de levar...mas tentando...&lt;br /&gt;Aiaiai...só um fds como o anterior pra eu ficar feliz d novo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-689691924976833102?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/689691924976833102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=689691924976833102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/689691924976833102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/689691924976833102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/samba-de-beno.html' title='&quot;Samba de Benção&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMZuBiJPLBI/AAAAAAAABhY/Gzdu_nvPeqc/s72-c/518184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1394922456020363081</id><published>2008-09-08T14:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:03:03.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Onde estará o meu amor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMVmKNF_yVI/AAAAAAAABhQ/OZZPzwzmmUA/s1600-h/apresentacao+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMVmKNF_yVI/AAAAAAAABhQ/OZZPzwzmmUA/s320/apresentacao+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243709666642348370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;fotinha tirada por mim - Pedra de Guaratiba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como esta noite findará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e o sol então rebrilhará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estou pensando em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde estará o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;será que vela como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;será que chama como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;será que pergunta por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde estará o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se a voz da noite responder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde estou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde está você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estamos cá dentro de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde estará o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se a voz da noite silenciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raio de sol vai me levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raio de sol vai lhe trazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genteeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;que fds MARA... nossa.. feliz da conta...&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode me deixar triste(apesar de quase... mas já passou!)&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas maravilhosas&lt;br /&gt;Astrais maravilhosos&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso, encanto, magia....&lt;br /&gt;assim eu posso definir, se é q existe definição pra tudo que eu senti esse fds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa música na verdade, uma perfeição na voz da Bethânia... e eu vi e ouvi-la mts vezes....&lt;br /&gt;linda neh?!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1394922456020363081?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1394922456020363081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1394922456020363081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1394922456020363081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1394922456020363081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/onde-estar-o-meu-amor.html' title='&quot;Onde estará o meu amor&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMVmKNF_yVI/AAAAAAAABhQ/OZZPzwzmmUA/s72-c/apresentacao+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-2940861604375840234</id><published>2008-09-05T11:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:51:06.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"In My Place"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMFGerrmiqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/_23izlc8yOM/s1600-h/701544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMFGerrmiqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/_23izlc8yOM/s320/701544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242548934171593378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In my place, in my place,&lt;br /&gt;were lines that I couldn't change,&lt;br /&gt;I was lost, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was lost, I was lost,&lt;br /&gt;Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed,&lt;br /&gt;I was lost, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for it?&lt;br /&gt;Oh for it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared, I was scared,&lt;br /&gt;tired and under prepared,&lt;br /&gt;but I´ll wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you go, if you go,&lt;br /&gt;and leave me down here on my own,&lt;br /&gt;then I'll wait for you, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for it?&lt;br /&gt;Oh for it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it please, please, please,&lt;br /&gt;come back and sing to me,&lt;br /&gt;to me, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on and sing it out, now, now.&lt;br /&gt;Come on and sing it out, to me, me&lt;br /&gt;come back and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my place, in my place,&lt;br /&gt;were lines that I couldn't change,&lt;br /&gt;I was lost, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hoje eu não quero trabalhar,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje minha cabeça tá parecendo uma rádio&lt;br /&gt;A cada momento eu  penso numa música nova, um momento&lt;br /&gt;Ah... perguntas e respostas muito legal viu!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia longooo...&lt;br /&gt;Já já mais músicas!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-2940861604375840234?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2940861604375840234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=2940861604375840234&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/2940861604375840234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/2940861604375840234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-my-place.html' title='&quot;In My Place&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMFGerrmiqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/_23izlc8yOM/s72-c/701544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1250928109559233581</id><published>2008-09-05T09:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:52:48.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pescador de Ilusões"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMErCuOhjwI/AAAAAAAABJI/N4rpJSb7Ccc/s1600-h/1775763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMErCuOhjwI/AAAAAAAABJI/N4rpJSb7Ccc/s320/1775763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242518767004651266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se meus joelhos não doessem mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diante de um bom motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que me traga fé, que me traga fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se por alguns segundos eu observar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E só observar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A isca e o anzol, a isca e o anzol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A isca e o anzol, a isca e o anzol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda assim estarei pronto pra comemorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu me tornar menos faminto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E curioso, e curioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O mar escuro, é, trará o medo lado a lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com os corais mais coloridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valeu a pena, ê ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valeu a pena, ê ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou pescador de ilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou pescador de ilusões  (bis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu ousar catar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na superfície de qualquer manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As palavras de um livro sem final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem final, sem final, sem final, final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valeu a pena, ê ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valeu a pena, ê ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou pescador de ilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou pescador de ilusões  (bis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu ousar catar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na superfície de qualquer manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As palavras de um livro sem final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem final, sem final, sem final, final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valeu a pena, ê ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valeu a pena, ê ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou pescador de ilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou pescador de ilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putz... essa é A música!&lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras... ontem Lu me lembrou dela... e hj d novo...rsrs&lt;br /&gt;Aiaiai... Flor brigada viu!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1250928109559233581?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1250928109559233581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1250928109559233581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1250928109559233581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1250928109559233581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/pescador-de-iluses.html' title='&quot;Pescador de Ilusões&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMErCuOhjwI/AAAAAAAABJI/N4rpJSb7Ccc/s72-c/1775763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-7644240798411609157</id><published>2008-09-05T09:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:38:07.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dançando com a Lua"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMEn0D0n9kI/AAAAAAAABJA/DPobCs5qQ7U/s1600-h/1775763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMEn0D0n9kI/AAAAAAAABJA/DPobCs5qQ7U/s320/1775763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242515216568677954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuidado comigo eu não sou nenhum santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É tudo para sempre,é só por enquanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certas palavras dizendo o oposto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vendi a minha alma pra viver no seu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os outros que mentem, e eu levo a fama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meus 15 minutos, duram uma semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bem feito pra mim mesmo, quem foi que mandou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora é muito tarde foi embora acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dançando onde ninguém pode me ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dançando pra tentar me esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dançando pra fazer você voltar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dançando com a lua em seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me sobe a cabeça, me joga no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É quase um desespero de estimção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pergunto a mim mesmo porque é assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Igual pra todo mundo mas dói bem mais em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parece uma festa que não terminou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sou o convidado que nunca chegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A tarde me acalma, a noite me consome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outro problema que eu batizo com seu nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dançando onde ninguém pode me ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dançando pra tentar me esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dançando pra fazer você voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dançando com a lua em seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq hj vim ouvindo essa música!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Adorooo Capital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hj quero postar várias músicas....rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-7644240798411609157?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7644240798411609157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=7644240798411609157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7644240798411609157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/7644240798411609157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/danando-com-lua.html' title='&quot;Dançando com a Lua&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SMEn0D0n9kI/AAAAAAAABJA/DPobCs5qQ7U/s72-c/1775763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8158138080492026531</id><published>2008-09-04T10:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:13:54.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dias de Luta"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SL_noUkLAdI/AAAAAAAABI4/ZMr1duyQpbc/s1600-h/425914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SL_noUkLAdI/AAAAAAAABI4/ZMr1duyQpbc/s320/425914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242163171183755730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só depois de muito tempo fui entender aquele homem                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu queria ouvir muito mas ele me disse pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando se sabe ouvir, não precisam muitas palavras   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muito tempo eu levei pra entender que nada sei... que nada sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só depois de muito tempo comecei a entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como será meu futuro, como será o seu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se meu filho nem nasceu, eu ainda sou o filho         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se hoje eu canto essa canção, o que cantarei depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantar depois... o quê?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se sou eu ainda jovem passando por cima de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se hoje canto essa canção o que cantarei depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só depois de muito tempo comecei a refletir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos meus dias de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos meus dias de luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se sou eu ainda jovem passando por cima de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se hoje canto essa canção, o que cantarei depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sou eu ainda jovem passando por cima de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se hoje canto essa canção, o que cantarei depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passando "por cima" de algumas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;...algumas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;...alguns sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;...alguns momento&lt;br /&gt;...algumas tristesas&lt;br /&gt;...algumas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas bem... d qq maneira, tô bem melhor q a uns dias...&lt;br /&gt;Muitas coisas acontecendo...&lt;br /&gt;...facul não anda muito bem não&lt;br /&gt;mas relações com novas pessoas estão indo de vento em poupa...&lt;br /&gt;tô adorando =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8158138080492026531?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8158138080492026531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8158138080492026531&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1163985754987599607</id><published>2008-09-03T09:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:07:52.142-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Grávida"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SL6HlPmtMBI/AAAAAAAABIw/NQRO27ItJLY/s1600-h/981965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SL6HlPmtMBI/AAAAAAAABIw/NQRO27ItJLY/s320/981965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241776090219622418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu tô grávida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Grávida de um beija-flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Grávida de terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;De um liquidificador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E vou parir um terremoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Uma bomba, uma cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Uma locomotiva a vapor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Um corredor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;É que eu tô, tô grávida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Esperando um avião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cada vez mais grávida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Estou grávida de chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E vou parir sobre a cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Quando a noite contrair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E quando o sol dilatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Dar à luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;É que eu tô, tô grávida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;De uma nota musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;De um automóvel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;De uma árvore de Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E vou parir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Uma montanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Um cordão umbilical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Um anticoncepcional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Um cartão postal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu tô grávida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Esperando um furacão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Um fio de cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Uma bolha de sabão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E vou parir sbre a cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Quando a noite contrair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E quando o sol dilatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Dar a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E quando o sol dilatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Dar a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Essa música é tão gostosa de ouvir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e adoro a Marina tb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bom, ficar grávida foi um sonho, hj eu não quero mais....&lt;br /&gt;Um dia adotar até vai, mas gerar... não, acho q não mais!&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma eterna grávida de sentimentos inexplicáveis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sono consome o meu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo saudades...&lt;br /&gt;Mas feliz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1163985754987599607?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1163985754987599607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1163985754987599607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1163985754987599607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1163985754987599607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/grvida.html' title='&quot;Grávida&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SL6HlPmtMBI/AAAAAAAABIw/NQRO27ItJLY/s72-c/981965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-363466844786789757</id><published>2008-09-02T09:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:55:23.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Arpoador"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SL01Gu91P8I/AAAAAAAABIo/UMEspVuTgJ0/s1600-h/728289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SL01Gu91P8I/AAAAAAAABIo/UMEspVuTgJ0/s320/728289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241403931131985858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tava passeando no Arpoador&lt;br /&gt;Parei pra pensar no amor&lt;br /&gt;Tomei um banho de chuva&lt;br /&gt;A brisa me disse&lt;br /&gt;Pra eu não me desesperar&lt;br /&gt;Que no mês de fevereiro tudo vai mudar...&lt;br /&gt;Chegou fevereiro e nada mudou&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval inteiro&lt;br /&gt;E eu sem o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Por que é que eu fui acreditar na brisa&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida continua e ela nem está aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu quase me perdi correndo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora o que eu quero é mais&lt;br /&gt;É me entender com a lua&lt;br /&gt;Porque&lt;br /&gt;A lua me disse que o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Tava me esperando lá no Arpoador...&lt;br /&gt;(Tá me procurando lá no Arpoador)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi essa música no metrô sábado...&lt;br /&gt;ainda não conhecia ela...&lt;br /&gt;Mto parecida comigo... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aulas na facul muito, muito estranhas...&lt;br /&gt;periodo sombrio...rs espero q clareie...&lt;br /&gt;Aiaiai hj ainda é terça.. q triste...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levemente feliz hj... por mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-363466844786789757?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/363466844786789757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=363466844786789757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/363466844786789757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/363466844786789757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/arpoador.html' title='&quot;Arpoador&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SL01Gu91P8I/AAAAAAAABIo/UMEspVuTgJ0/s72-c/728289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6443743346806995717</id><published>2008-09-01T10:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:25:22.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"DIz que Fui por aí"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLvpgezgi8I/AAAAAAAABIg/05PyTCL6K3o/s1600-h/1046184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLvpgezgi8I/AAAAAAAABIg/05PyTCL6K3o/s320/1046184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241039335609895874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Se alguém perguntar por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Diz que fui por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Levando o violão debaixo do braço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Em qualquer esquina eu paro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Em qualquer botequim eu entro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Se houver motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;É mais um samba que eu faço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Se quiserem saber se volto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Diga que sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Mas só depois que a saudade se afastar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tenho um violão para me acompanhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tenho muitos amigos, eu sou popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tenho a madrugada como companheira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A saudade me dói, o meu peito me rói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu estou na cidade, eu estou na favela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu estou por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sempre pensando nela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ah... eu amo essa música =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eleita a nova Hitch das minhas amiguinhas...particular ok?!rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;só elas pra me fazerem rir, ficar bêbada e 'semi' me apaixonar pela "Boa"...kkkk&lt;br /&gt;(sim sim, piadinhas internas...só pra gente...rsrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... nada programado, mas con direito a risadas verdadeiras....&lt;br /&gt;Um fds q não fiz o que deveria em relaçãoa a facul... aff...&lt;br /&gt;tomar vergonha na cara: é PRECISO! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENORME OBS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FOI A LÚ QUE ME DEU A ÍDEIA NOVAMENTE DA MÚSICA! =)&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6443743346806995717?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6443743346806995717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6443743346806995717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6443743346806995717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6443743346806995717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/09/diz-que-fui-por.html' title='&quot;DIz que Fui por aí&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLvpgezgi8I/AAAAAAAABIg/05PyTCL6K3o/s72-c/1046184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-319367845443955395</id><published>2008-08-30T13:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:03:28.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Socorro"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLlvLkzhYWI/AAAAAAAABIY/fGsS1OLszvQ/s1600-h/1869374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLlvLkzhYWI/AAAAAAAABIY/fGsS1OLszvQ/s320/1869374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240341886071300450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Socorro, não estou sentindo nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nem medo, nem calor, nem fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não vai dar mais pra chorar, nem pra rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Socorro, alguma alma, mesmo que penada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me entregue suas penas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Já não sinto amor, nem dor, já não sinto nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Socorro, alguém me dê um coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que esse já não bate, nem apanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Por favor, uma emoção pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Qualquer coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Qualquer coisa que se sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Em tantos sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Deve ter  algum que sirva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Socorro, alguma rua que me dê sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Em qualquer cruzamento, acostamento, encruzilhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Socorro, eu já não sinto nada, nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A música diz por sí só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-319367845443955395?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLlvLkzhYWI/AAAAAAAABIY/fGsS1OLszvQ/s72-c/1869374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-6289139631990123662</id><published>2008-08-30T12:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:00:12.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Maluca"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLluWWthTBI/AAAAAAAABIM/EC3QU-JDykI/s1600-h/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLluWWthTBI/AAAAAAAABIM/EC3QU-JDykI/s320/rosas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240340971754966034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Num dia triste de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Foi minha irmã quem me chamou pra ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Era um caminhão, era um caminhão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Carregado de botão de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Eu fiquei maluca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Por flor tenho loucura, eu fiquei maluca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Saí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quando voltei molhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Com mais de dúzias de botão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Botei botão na sala, na mesa, na TV, no sofá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Na cama, no quarto, no chão, na penteadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Na cozinha, na geladeira, na varanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E na janela era grande o barulho da chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Da chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Eu fiquei maluca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Eu fiquei maluca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;SEMPRE qdo o tempo fecha eu lembro dessa música...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Shirle de Moraes(ex-fama q eu AMO) interprata essa música divinamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E eu adoraria uma surpresa parecida com essa...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;AMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-6289139631990123662?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6289139631990123662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=6289139631990123662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6289139631990123662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/6289139631990123662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/maluca.html' title='&quot;Maluca&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLluWWthTBI/AAAAAAAABIM/EC3QU-JDykI/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5151787052595313166</id><published>2008-08-29T09:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:09:25.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Na sua estante"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLf0hrGBq1I/AAAAAAAABH0/cg-gh2WzZjw/s1600-h/2012317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLf0hrGBq1I/AAAAAAAABH0/cg-gh2WzZjw/s320/2012317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239925550809721682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Te vejo errando e isso não é pecado,&lt;br /&gt;Exceto quando faz outra pessoa sangrar&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo sonhando e isso dá medo&lt;br /&gt;Perdido num mundo que não dá pra entrar&lt;br /&gt;Você está saindo da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E parece que vai demorar&lt;br /&gt;Se não souber voltar, ao menos mande notícias&lt;br /&gt;'Cê acha que eu sou louca&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo vai se encaixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô aproveitando cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tá sempre indo e vindo, tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez eu já vesti minha armadura&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que nada funcione&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei de pé, de queixo erguido&lt;br /&gt;Depois você me vê vermelha e acha graça&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não ficaria bem na sua estante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô aproveitando cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje não quero mais te ver&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje não vou tomar a minha dose de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cansei de chorar feridas que não se fecham, não se curam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E essa abstinência uma hora vai passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pq tô com saudades de ouvir a Maqui cantando essa música... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mas nao sinto saudades nenhuma do lugar onde ela toca.&lt;br /&gt;Pq mais um fds aí e eu não sei o que vou fazer =/&lt;br /&gt;Pai e mãe viajando, irmã vai estar em ksa com o namorado,&lt;br /&gt;chamei 2 amigas minhas pra ir pra lá tb,&lt;br /&gt;mas já tô qse me arrependendo, pq só vai ter casal em ksa...&lt;br /&gt;Aiaiai...o indecisão...aff...não gosto disso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5151787052595313166?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5151787052595313166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5151787052595313166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5151787052595313166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5151787052595313166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/na-sua-estante.html' title='&quot;Na sua estante&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLf0hrGBq1I/AAAAAAAABH0/cg-gh2WzZjw/s72-c/2012317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8112439398582655163</id><published>2008-08-28T09:15:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:21:30.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Ana" ou seria "Anna"?!rs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLafg-CBEYI/AAAAAAAABHs/Ify2U7G5mt4/s1600-h/anna+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLafg-CBEYI/AAAAAAAABHs/Ify2U7G5mt4/s320/anna+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239550605248237954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ana disse ontem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ana ficou triste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ana também leu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ana não existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;É a ana insiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ana não consegue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ana inventou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ela também merece&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ana é azeda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é doce quando é doce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ana é azeda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas muito doce quando é doce&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ana nada sabe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ana sempre canta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ana me enrola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ana me engana&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ana se pintou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ana não limpou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ana que escreveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ana se esqueceu&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ana é azeda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Mas é doce quando é doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ana é azeda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas muito doce quando é doce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Foi a ana que fez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a ana que foi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Foi a ana em fá&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a ana, foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ana ama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ana odeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ana sonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A ana canta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pq essa música reflete muuuuuuito a mim!!!rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pq eu fiquei sem saber que foto colocar hj...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lu, valeu a dica, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ajuda e a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;descrição da foto...kkkk&lt;br /&gt;"vc tem um sorriso doce, mas tem um olhar forte...&lt;br /&gt;e vc é de escorpião... doce por um lado, mas azeda por outro"&lt;br /&gt;É... nem me conheçe direito, e já me descreve + ou - parecido...rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,mon;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8112439398582655163?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8112439398582655163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8112439398582655163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8112439398582655163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8112439398582655163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/ana-ou-seria-annars.html' title='&quot;A Ana&quot; ou seria &quot;Anna&quot;?!rs'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLafg-CBEYI/AAAAAAAABHs/Ify2U7G5mt4/s72-c/anna+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4736606630981784785</id><published>2008-08-27T09:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:58:08.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Poema"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLVN92CQ46I/AAAAAAAABHk/RdAlm6Xce-I/s1600-h/1587774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLVN92CQ46I/AAAAAAAABHk/RdAlm6Xce-I/s320/1587774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239179466387809186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008400;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu hoje tive um pesadelo e levantei atento, a tempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordei com medo e procurei no escuro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém com seu carinho e lembrei de um tempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o passado me traz uma lembrança&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo que eu era criança&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o medo era motivo de choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desculpa pra um abraço ou um consolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei com medo mas não chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem reclamei abrigo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do escuro eu via um infinito sem presente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado ou futuro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti um abraço forte, já não era medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era uma coisa sua que ficou em mim, que não tem fim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente a gente vê que perdeu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou está perdendo alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morna e ingênua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vai ficando no caminho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é escuro e frio mas também bonito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é iluminado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela beleza do que aconteceu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há minutos atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do meu amiguinho que toca essa música pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Ontem terapia... bom demais falar sem parar...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4736606630981784785?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4736606630981784785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4736606630981784785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4736606630981784785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4736606630981784785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/poema.html' title='&quot;Poema&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLVN92CQ46I/AAAAAAAABHk/RdAlm6Xce-I/s72-c/1587774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-3747459488321771890</id><published>2008-08-26T08:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:50:56.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm with you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLPtrcF9aLI/AAAAAAAABGA/w0Efad_2k14/s1600-h/1316633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLPtrcF9aLI/AAAAAAAABGA/w0Efad_2k14/s320/1316633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238792122093365426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm standing on a bridge&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you'd be here by now&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but the rain&lt;br /&gt;No footsteps on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening but there's no sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone trying to find me?&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come take me home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me by the hand?&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a place&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for a face&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody here I know?&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing's going right&lt;br /&gt;And everything is a mess&lt;br /&gt;And no one likes to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone trying to find me?&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come take me home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me by the hand?&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah, Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why is everything so confusing&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm just out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me by the hand?&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand?&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Musiquinha antiguinha, mas bunitinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sem mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-3747459488321771890?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3747459488321771890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=3747459488321771890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3747459488321771890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3747459488321771890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-with-you.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m with you&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLPtrcF9aLI/AAAAAAAABGA/w0Efad_2k14/s72-c/1316633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-2973354541649354671</id><published>2008-08-25T12:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:45:11.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Confesso"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLLPAhacrxI/AAAAAAAABF0/pPGhxLUVFJo/s1600-h/89577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLLPAhacrxI/AAAAAAAABF0/pPGhxLUVFJo/s320/89577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238476924461559570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Confesso acordei achando tudo indiferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Verdade acabei sentindo cada dia igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Quem sabe isso passa sendo eu tão inconstante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Quem sabe o amor tenha chegado ao final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não vou dizer que tudo é banalidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ainda há surpresas mas eu sempre quero mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;É mesmo exagero ou vaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu não te dou sossego, eu não me deixo em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não vou pedir a porta aberta é como olhar pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não vou mentir nem tudo que falei eu sou capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não vou roubar teu tempo eu já roubei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tanta coisa foi acumulando em nossa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu fui sentindo falta de um vão pra me esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Aos poucos fui ficando mesmo sem saída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Perder o vazio é empobrecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não vou querer ser o dono da verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Também tenho saudade mas já são quatro e tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Talvez eu passe um tempo longe da cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Quem  sabe eu volte cedo ou não volte mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não vou pedir a porta aberta é como olhar pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não vou mentir nem tudo que falei eu sou capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Não vou roubar teu tempo eu já roubei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Essa música é muito perfeita!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Então Confesso que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;... sexta comi durante uma hora e meia no rodízio, e depois não queria dormir...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;... sábado saí e cheguei 6:30 da manhã de domingo, tomei um banho e dormi até 13hs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;... domingo morguei o dia todo, e minha irmã fez churrasco bom...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;... ri muito vendo meu sobrinho destruir a casa...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;... a noite ela veio me dizer que ainda sente muito minha falta, que me ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;... eu não soube o que dizer a ela, pq não sinto mais o mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-2973354541649354671?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2973354541649354671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=2973354541649354671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/2973354541649354671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/2973354541649354671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/confesso.html' title='&quot;Confesso&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SLLPAhacrxI/AAAAAAAABF0/pPGhxLUVFJo/s72-c/89577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5105216456697550852</id><published>2008-08-23T18:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:02:00.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Teatro dos Vampiros"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNu18MuAG9I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/yiytdH1heoQ/s1600-h/anjo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNu18MuAG9I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/yiytdH1heoQ/s320/anjo%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249989836441394130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre precisei&lt;br /&gt;De um pouco de atenção&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não sei quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Só sei do que não gosto&lt;br /&gt;Nesses dias tão estranhos&lt;br /&gt;Fica a poeira se escondendo pelos cantos&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o nosso mundo&lt;br /&gt;O que é demais nunca é o bastante&lt;br /&gt;A primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a última chance&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vê onde chegamos&lt;br /&gt;Os assassinos estão livres&lt;br /&gt;Nós não estamos&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sair&lt;br /&gt;Mas não temos mais dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Os meus amigos todos estão&lt;br /&gt;Procurando emprego&lt;br /&gt;Voltamos a viver&lt;br /&gt;Como à dez anos atrás&lt;br /&gt;E a cada hora que passa envelhecemos dez semanas&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero me divertir&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer desta noite&lt;br /&gt;Ter um lugar legal pra ir&lt;br /&gt;Já entregamos o alvo e a artilharia&lt;br /&gt;Comparamos nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos que um dia nossas vidas possam se encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Quando me vi tendo de viver&lt;br /&gt;Comigo apenas e com o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Você me veio como um sonho bom&lt;br /&gt;E me assustei&lt;br /&gt;Não sou perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu não esqueço&lt;br /&gt;A riqueza que nós temos&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém consegue perceber&lt;br /&gt;E de pensar nisso tudo&lt;br /&gt;Eu, homem feito&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo e não consegui dormir&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sair&lt;br /&gt;Mas não temos mais dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Os meus amigos todos estão&lt;br /&gt;Procurando emprego&lt;br /&gt;Voltamos a viver&lt;br /&gt;Como à dez anos atrás&lt;br /&gt;E a cada hora que passa envelhecemos dez semanas&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero me divertir&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer desta noite&lt;br /&gt;Ter um lugar legal pra ir&lt;br /&gt;Já entregamos o alvo e a artilharia&lt;br /&gt;Comparamos nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho pena de ninguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Inquieta por estar em ksa... hj eu quero sair....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Só que no momento chove... e aí a preguiça ainda reina.. mas veremos até mais tarde ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5105216456697550852?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5105216456697550852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5105216456697550852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5105216456697550852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5105216456697550852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/teatro-dos-vampiros.html' title='&quot;Teatro dos Vampiros&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNu18MuAG9I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/yiytdH1heoQ/s72-c/anjo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-3748620998085518676</id><published>2008-08-22T11:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:40:59.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sometimes you can't make it on your own"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SK7U-Owso_I/AAAAAAAABFk/k6nkN8CRCFw/s1600-h/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237357582257791986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SK7U-Owso_I/AAAAAAAABFk/k6nkN8CRCFw/s320/asd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tough, you think you've got the stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You're telling me and anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You're hard enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You don't have to put up a fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You don't have to always be right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Let me take some of the punches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;For you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Listen to me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I need to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You don't have to go it alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And it's you when I pick up the phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;We fight all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You and I... that's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;We're the same soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I don't need... I don't need to hear you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;That if we weren't so alike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You'd like me a whole lot more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Listen to me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I need to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You don't have to go it alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And it's you when I pick up the phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I know that we don't talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'm sick of it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Can you hear me when I sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You're the reason I sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You're the reason why the opera is in me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Where are we now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I've got to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A house still doesn't make a home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Don't leave me here alone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And it's you that makes it hard to let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sometimes you can't make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The best you can do is to fake it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MEO Deus....rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pra dizer a verdade, não sei nada de inglês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;então algumas músicas simplesmente ouço e sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e aí agora fui ver a tradução dessa aí d cima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;seria mto feliz em escrever algo parecido assim pra mim mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;então Bono...tô copiando... como se eu estivesse no espelho dizendo me dizendo as coisas....&lt;br /&gt;"meu mundo tá fechado (?!) pra visitação"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-3748620998085518676?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3748620998085518676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=3748620998085518676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3748620998085518676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/3748620998085518676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-you-cant-make-it-on-your-own.html' title='&quot;Sometimes you can&apos;t make it on your own&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SK7U-Owso_I/AAAAAAAABFk/k6nkN8CRCFw/s72-c/asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-8083882696409555986</id><published>2008-08-22T11:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:26:18.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yahweh"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SK7L8GPBFWI/AAAAAAAABFc/wUE4P3jEqYQ/s1600-h/anjos087.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SK7L8GPBFWI/AAAAAAAABFc/wUE4P3jEqYQ/s320/anjos087.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237347650004653410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Take these shoes &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click clacking down some dead end street &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these shoes &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make them fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Take this shirt &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polyester white trash made in nowhere &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And make it clean, clean &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this soul &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranded in some skin and bones &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this soul &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make it sing &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, Yahweh &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always pain before a child is born &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, Yahweh &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm waiting for the dawn &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these hands &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach them what to carry &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these hands &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a fist &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this mouth &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quick to criticise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Take this mouth &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a kiss &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, Yahweh &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always pain before a child is born &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, Yahweh &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm waiting for the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is coming up on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; This love is like a drop in the ocean &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is like a drop in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Yahweh, Yahweh &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always pain before a child is born &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, tell me now &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the dark before the dawn? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; A city should be shining on a hill &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this city &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it be your will &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What no man can own, no man can take &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this heart &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this heart &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this heart &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make it break&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdose de U2... gosto mto...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sexta... plano inicial de hj rodizio de massa com parte de familia....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e nada a mais... engraçado... a um mês atrás, estaria louca pra ficar na rua até as 3 da manhã...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hj não... faço questão de até nem atender o telefone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-8083882696409555986?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8083882696409555986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=8083882696409555986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8083882696409555986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/8083882696409555986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/yahweh.html' title='&quot;Yahweh&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SK7L8GPBFWI/AAAAAAAABFc/wUE4P3jEqYQ/s72-c/anjos087.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1791126475099376404</id><published>2008-08-21T16:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:52:59.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Walk On"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SK3HCwA1leI/AAAAAAAABFU/6aHNSLj6XHI/s1600-h/1778948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SK3HCwA1leI/AAAAAAAABFU/6aHNSLj6XHI/s320/1778948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237060791763834338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And love is not the easy thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only baggage that you can bring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And love is not the easy thing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only baggage you can bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is all that you can't leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if the darkness is to keep us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if your glass heart should crack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And for a second you turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh no, be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you got they can't steal it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No they can't even feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk on, walk on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay safe tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A place that has to be believed to be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You could have flown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A singing bird in an open cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who will only fly, only fly for freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you've got they can't deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't sell it, or buy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay safe tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I know it aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And your heart it breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you can only take so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home... hard to know what it is if you've never had one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home... I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's where the hurt is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I know it aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And your heart it breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you can only take so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave it behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've got to leave it behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that you fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that you make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that you build&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of that you break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that you measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that you steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All this you can leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that you reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that you sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that you speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All you dress up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that you scheme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tenho que deixar muitas coisas minhas pra trás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Acho que é por isso toda essa "calmaria" em minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E tenho que aprender... e seguir em frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quem sabe eu consiga.... vou tentar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1791126475099376404?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1791126475099376404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1791126475099376404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1791126475099376404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1791126475099376404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/walk-on.html' title='&quot;Walk On&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SK3HCwA1leI/AAAAAAAABFU/6aHNSLj6XHI/s72-c/1778948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1003427489038332454</id><published>2008-08-20T09:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:11:11.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"O mundo é um moinho"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKwXXxKth7I/AAAAAAAABE0/07cinVOc2gQ/s1600-h/1708712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKwXXxKth7I/AAAAAAAABE0/07cinVOc2gQ/s320/1708712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236586163827738546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ainda é cedo amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Mal começaste a conhecer a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Já anuncias a hora da partida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber mesmo o rumo que irás tomar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presta atenção querida, embora eu saiba que estas resolvida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada esquina cai um pouco a tua vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em pouco tempo não serás mais o que és.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ouça-me bem amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preste atenção, o mundo é um moinho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai triturar teus sonhos tão mesquinhos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai reduzir as ilusões a pó.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preste atenção querida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada amor tu herdarás só o cinismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Quando notares estás à beira do abismo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abismo que cavastes com teu pés.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Preste atenção, o mundo é um moinho."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábio Cartola...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;realmente o mundo é um moinho...&lt;br /&gt;apesar de que nesse exato momento esse moinho do meu mundo tá parado,&lt;br /&gt;estagnado num lugar onde eu nem faço idéia...&lt;br /&gt;aqui não venta, aqui não tem mudança, aqui tá estranho....&lt;br /&gt;Não é só falta de amor, é falta de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Me dê um chão pra pisar, e um coração para amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me trate bem, todo anjo tem medo...também!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1003427489038332454?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1003427489038332454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1003427489038332454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1003427489038332454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1003427489038332454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-mundo-um-moinho.html' title='&quot;O mundo é um moinho&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKwXXxKth7I/AAAAAAAABE0/07cinVOc2gQ/s72-c/1708712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5937990742849061314</id><published>2008-08-19T08:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:09:50.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Segredos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKq3dknULJI/AAAAAAAABEs/avCH6vkWCzA/s1600-h/1831615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKq3dknULJI/AAAAAAAABEs/avCH6vkWCzA/s320/1831615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236199235444288658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eu procuro um amor que ainda não encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Diferente de todos que amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Nos seus olhos quero descobrir uma razão para viver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as feridas dessa vida eu quero esquecer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu a encontre numa fila de cinema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Numa esquina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou numa mesa de bar. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Procuro um amor que seja bom pra mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar, eu vou até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E eu vou tratá-la bem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra que ela não tenha medo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando começar a conhecer os meus segredos&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro um amor, uma razão para viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E as feridas dessa vida eu quero esquecer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu gagueje sem saber o que falar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu disfarço e não saio sem ela de lá&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor que seja bom pra mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar eu vou até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E eu vou trata-la bem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra que ela não tenha medo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando começar a conhecer os meus segredos&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bom pra mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar, eu vou até o fim.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bom pra mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar, eu vou &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;até o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Segredos... quem não os tem????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E esse aí é só mais um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5937990742849061314?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5937990742849061314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5937990742849061314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5937990742849061314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5937990742849061314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/segredos.html' title='&quot;Segredos&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKq3dknULJI/AAAAAAAABEs/avCH6vkWCzA/s72-c/1831615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5729743292161111026</id><published>2008-08-15T09:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:54:24.335-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amor e Sexo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKV6_c2bZSI/AAAAAAAABDE/wEQL7kutXS4/s1600-h/2072624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKV6_c2bZSI/AAAAAAAABDE/wEQL7kutXS4/s320/2072624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234725372382897442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amor é um livro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é esporte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sexo é escolha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é sorte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amor é pensamento, teorema&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é novela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é cinema&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é imaginação, fantasia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é prosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é poesia&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor nos torna patéticos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é uma selva de epiléticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é cristão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sexo é pagão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é latifúndio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é invasão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amor é divino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amor é bossa nova&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é carnaval&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é para sempre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo também&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é do bom...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é do bem...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor sem sexo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É amizade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo sem amor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É vontade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amor é um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é dois&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo antes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor depois&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo vem dos outros,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vai embora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor vem de nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E demora&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é cristão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é pagão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é latifúndio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é invasão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é divino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amor é bossa nova&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é carnaval&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sexo é aquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E coisa e tal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E tal e coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Comecei a ler o livro do Arnaldo Jabour... mas esqueci d trazer... era da Deny...rs&lt;br /&gt;Ai que saudade dela, por sinal....&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando meio down... hj faz um mês que vó faleceu...como o tempo passa....&lt;br /&gt;Mas as aulas voltaram e espero q eu nao tenha tempo pra pensar nessa minha "tristeza"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Quem sabe isso passa sendo eu tão inconstante..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5729743292161111026?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5729743292161111026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5729743292161111026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5729743292161111026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5729743292161111026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/amor-e-sexo.html' title='&quot;Amor e Sexo&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKV6_c2bZSI/AAAAAAAABDE/wEQL7kutXS4/s72-c/2072624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4294035073799872264</id><published>2008-08-13T10:05:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:46:13.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Morena"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKLhCQ19Q7I/AAAAAAAABC8/Dlmi3U8cFOo/s1600-h/1838742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKLhCQ19Q7I/AAAAAAAABC8/Dlmi3U8cFOo/s320/1838742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233993145955206066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É morena tá tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sereno é quem tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paz de estar em par com Deus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode rir agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o fio da maldade se enrola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra nós todo o amor do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra eles o outro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu digo mal me quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém escapa o peso de viver assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser assim, eu não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Prefiro assim com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntinho sem caber de imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Até o fim raiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra nós todo o amor do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pra eles o outro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo mal me quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém escapa o peso de viver assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ser assim, eu não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro assim com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntinho sem caber de imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Até o fim raiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;De volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Pq ir pra Ipatinga é sempre uma delícia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Cheguei na quarta e comi pão de queijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;parecia uma grávida com desejo!kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quinta fiquei em ksa enquanto minha abiga trabalhava...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A noite fomos ao shopping depois no Jardim do Solar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- eu queria poder ganhar pra ficar assim...só ouvindo - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Conheci e ouvi Anderson Nazareth...q voz e simpatia...adorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ficou faltando conhecer Marina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mas a gente não pode querer tudo ao msm tempo...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sexta dormi mais do que qualquer coisa...tava sendo eu!kkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A noite fomos ao Poitá... barzinho/buteco ótimo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;conheci Alcinei... F.I.G.U.R.A...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;terminamos a noite na Open...só deu a gente....haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sábado de dia em ksa com torta de chocolate, macarrão MEGA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Maizynha e depois cada do Marcelo, sushi q eu nao comi...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mas foi bom ver Ans d novo e conhecer mais um pouquinho de João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Pena que o que é bom dura pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;e tive que vir embora pq domingo era dia dos pais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Cheguei aqui d madruga e qdo acordei fui pra Itapipuaçú.mto engraçado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;fiquei brincando com meus malabares, a sensação das criancinhas...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E na segunda volta as aulas... aff q corrido... quero mais férias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mas foi bom rever a galera e conhecer gente nova...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;vamos ver o q o 2°período me aguarda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;MeGa post... kKkKkKkKkKkKkKkKkKk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4294035073799872264?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4294035073799872264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4294035073799872264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4294035073799872264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4294035073799872264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/morena.html' title='&quot;Morena&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SKLhCQ19Q7I/AAAAAAAABC8/Dlmi3U8cFOo/s72-c/1838742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-4714711033537072219</id><published>2008-08-07T10:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:48:25.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beatriz"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SJr_zjb28RI/AAAAAAAABCs/EIzdJwz-WvU/s1600-h/anninha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231775178294751506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SJr_zjb28RI/AAAAAAAABCs/EIzdJwz-WvU/s320/anninha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela é moça&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela é triste&lt;br /&gt;Será que é o contrário&lt;br /&gt;Será que é pintura&lt;br /&gt;O rosto da atriz&lt;br /&gt;Se ela dança no sétimo céu&lt;br /&gt;Se ela acredita que é outro país&lt;br /&gt;E se ela só decora o seu papel&lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Olha&lt;br /&gt;Será que é de louça&lt;br /&gt;Será que é de éter&lt;br /&gt;Será que é loucura&lt;br /&gt;Será que é cenário&lt;br /&gt;A casa da atriz&lt;br /&gt;Se ela mora num arranha-céu&lt;br /&gt;E se as paredes são feitas de giz&lt;br /&gt;E se ela chora num quarto de hotel&lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Sim, me leva pra sempre, Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a não andar com os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre é sempre por um triz&lt;br /&gt;Aí, diz quantos desastres tem na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Diz se é perigoso a gente ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Olha&lt;br /&gt;Será que é uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;Será que é mentira&lt;br /&gt;Será que é comédia&lt;br /&gt;Será que é divina&lt;br /&gt;A vida da atriz&lt;br /&gt;Se ela um dia despencar do céu&lt;br /&gt;E se os pagantes exigirem bis&lt;br /&gt;E se o arcanjo passar o chapéu&lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refiz o post...rsrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Já tô em Ipatinga... hj é dia se sair c minha abiga e ouvir Ans cantando Beatriz...rsrsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E ver Marina tb...kkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tô adorando estar aqui... já peguei um livro pra ler, mas agora tô aqui na net, já vi novela e voltei pra net... já já volto pro livro q tava bem interessante... Arnando Jabour - Amor é prosa, sexo é poesia.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bjs =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-4714711033537072219?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4714711033537072219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=4714711033537072219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4714711033537072219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/4714711033537072219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/minha-flor-meu-beb.html' title='&quot;Beatriz&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SJr_zjb28RI/AAAAAAAABCs/EIzdJwz-WvU/s72-c/anninha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-5599264166443869150</id><published>2008-08-05T10:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:43:51.078-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu tive um sonho"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SJhXXS_M6FI/AAAAAAAABCk/111yNJW2JWE/s1600-h/1777496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SJhXXS_M6FI/AAAAAAAABCk/111yNJW2JWE/s320/1777496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231027024936364114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu tive um sonho         &lt;br /&gt;Vou te contar                &lt;br /&gt;Eu me atirava do         &lt;br /&gt;Oitavo andar&lt;br /&gt;E era preciso         &lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Pra não morrer e não me&lt;br /&gt;Machucar&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;É o que devemos fazer                    &lt;br /&gt;Não temos que ter medo&lt;br /&gt;É o que devemos fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Muitos soldados&lt;br /&gt;Me procuravam dentro do&lt;br /&gt;Meu prédio&lt;br /&gt;E era preciso&lt;br /&gt;Voar pelas escadas&lt;br /&gt;Pra não deixar que eles&lt;br /&gt;Chegassem perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o que devemos fazer&lt;br /&gt;Não temos que ter medo&lt;br /&gt;É o que devemos fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de cruzar  &lt;br /&gt;O seu olhar com o meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou jogar meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Em cima do seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de cruzar&lt;br /&gt;O seu olhar com o meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou jogar meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Em cima do seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hj eu tive um sonho mega estranho ... ruim pra voltar dormir&lt;br /&gt;Me perseguiam... mas nao era eu....&lt;br /&gt;ai q sensação ruim.... mas passou...&lt;br /&gt;tô seca... N sentidos pra isso! bons e ruins...&lt;br /&gt;Hj a semana é totalemnte atipica... espero q seja muito boa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegaram meus malabares....aiaiai...ri mto c minha irmã ontem...&lt;br /&gt;domingo vai ser dia de treinar mais um pouco...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;me preparando pra altas risadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-5599264166443869150?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5599264166443869150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=5599264166443869150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5599264166443869150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/5599264166443869150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-tive-um-sonho.html' title='&quot;Eu tive um sonho&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SJhXXS_M6FI/AAAAAAAABCk/111yNJW2JWE/s72-c/1777496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657755204929568456.post-1854931406575404431</id><published>2008-08-04T14:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:43:51.228-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Me revelar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SJdF8JjFAsI/AAAAAAAABCc/wO7taqD3P0g/s1600-h/ATgAAABMo5CgozR5bJCCsBPKPAp0FtnOJRdagCddTlEQNLlWmr0eVAGh6r9KSBzCSW2EJKGb2UlkutS2gwU9nNuhrl7bAJtU9VCFMUgynKayscJlo7FZRyG-OlE5gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SJdF8JjFAsI/AAAAAAAABCc/wO7taqD3P0g/s320/ATgAAABMo5CgozR5bJCCsBPKPAp0FtnOJRdagCddTlEQNLlWmr0eVAGh6r9KSBzCSW2EJKGb2UlkutS2gwU9nNuhrl7bAJtU9VCFMUgynKayscJlo7FZRyG-OlE5gg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230726391871636162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tudo aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Quer me revelar&lt;br /&gt;Minha letra&lt;br /&gt;Minha roupa&lt;br /&gt;Meu paladar&lt;br /&gt;O que eu não digo&lt;br /&gt;O que eu afirmo&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu gosto de ficar&lt;br /&gt;Quando amanheço&lt;br /&gt;Quando me esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Quando morro de medo do mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Quer me revelar&lt;br /&gt;Unhas roídas&lt;br /&gt;Ausências, visitas&lt;br /&gt;Cores na sala de estar...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu procuro&lt;br /&gt;O que eu rejeito&lt;br /&gt;O que eu nunca vou recusar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em mim quer me revelar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em mim!&lt;br /&gt;Quer me revelar&lt;br /&gt;Meu grito, meu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Meu jeito de desejar&lt;br /&gt;O que me preocupa&lt;br /&gt;O que me ajuda&lt;br /&gt;O que eu escolho prá amar&lt;br /&gt;Quando amanheço&lt;br /&gt;Quando me esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Quando morro de medo do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Quer me revelar&lt;br /&gt;Unhas roídas&lt;br /&gt;Ausências, visitas&lt;br /&gt;Cores na sala de estar...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu procuro&lt;br /&gt;O que eu rejeito&lt;br /&gt;O que eu nunca vou recusar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em mim quer me revelar&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hj resolvi colocar 2 músicas.... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pq essa diz  tanto, tanto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;e eu adorooooooo!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657755204929568456-1854931406575404431?l=gotadooceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1854931406575404431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5657755204929568456&amp;postID=1854931406575404431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1854931406575404431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657755204929568456/posts/default/1854931406575404431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotadooceano.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-revelar.html' title='&quot;Me revelar&quot;'/><author><name>♀ Nega ♀</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808705193739036680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SNuxP48AKmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YS0pwO8WpBU/S220/2058422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcsPl1XvrMY/SJdF8JjFAsI/AAAAAAAABCc/wO7taqD3P0g/s72-c/ATgAAABMo5CgozR5bJCCsBPKPAp0FtnOJRdagCddTlEQNLlWmr0eVAGh6r9KSBzCSW2EJKGb2UlkutS2gwU9nNuhrl7bAJtU9VCFMUgynKayscJlo7FZRyG-OlE5gg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
