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Mais colocadas no momento certo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx2D4rpv2Ms/TV-0s1_b-mI/AAAAAAAABA4/4J8qLYGlvS4/s320/Marrie+Bot%252C+Geliefden-Timeless+Love%252C+2004.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Atitude e um pouco de sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É o que basta para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um pouco de compaixão e não ser machista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Saber o que quer e poder ser Feliz.. é o que basta pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ter a certeza de algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ter a desconfiança.. a insegurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Isso não é bom.. só me deixa mais desmotivada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Passe sua confiança..é o que basta pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não sei dizer ao certo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não sei falar direto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Entenda atravez de um olhar que ser feliz é amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;é não desconfiar.. é o que basta pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autor: Bárbara Jordão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-7507050254252251920?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/7507050254252251920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=7507050254252251920' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/7507050254252251920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/7507050254252251920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-que-basta-pra-mim.html' title='O que Basta pra mim.'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx2D4rpv2Ms/TV-0s1_b-mI/AAAAAAAABA4/4J8qLYGlvS4/s72-c/Marrie+Bot%252C+Geliefden-Timeless+Love%252C+2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-3171118294609145009</id><published>2009-01-13T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:56:05.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas Tristes'/><title type='text'>Medo de Sentir o que Senti no Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/e/emo_girl-2040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/e/emo_girl-2040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Medo de Sentir o que Senti no Passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As vezes você faz coisas que me deixam tristes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu me sinto traida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Penso que ja que faz isso poderá fazer pior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fico remuendo do passado que deixaram, a ferida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho medo de sofrer o que senti no passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Medo de deixar rolar as benditas lagrimas que não secam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De me trancar no quarto e não conseguir sair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De voltar a ser infeliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acho que 3 anos falam muito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais do jeito que você fala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"homem nao tem amizade com mulher"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde seus melhores amigos são mulheres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me faz pensar que comigo.. nada quer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desculpe se penso e me expresso desta forma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi a unica forma que achei de não maguar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fico triste porque as vezes acho que estou exagerando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais eu te amo de mais pra em te perder eu ficar pensando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Poesia feita por: Bárbara Jordão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-3171118294609145009?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/3171118294609145009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=3171118294609145009' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/3171118294609145009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/3171118294609145009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2009/01/medo-de-sentir-o-que-senti-no-passado.html' title='Medo de Sentir o que Senti no Passado'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-4107987034860207784</id><published>2008-10-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:57:41.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas Tristes'/><title type='text'>Medo de Sofrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SQPMI7LWA-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/4ndCVNJVb5Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261273243395163106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SQPMI7LWA-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/4ndCVNJVb5Y/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Medo de Sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Porque você me faz pensar que não quer mais nada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Porque me magoa sem querer maguar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;São perguntas que eu queria a resposta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quanto mais brincamos a verdade vem a tona&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dóeria saber que você me traiu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doeria saber que você mentiu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mentiu um sentimento existente por mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Depois disso quer ser amigo e ainda me fazer feliz?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Me magoe com a pior verdade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mais não me iluda com a pior mentira'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;já dizia o ditado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;não deixe meu coração dilacerado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eu te amo demais para te deixar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sei que as vezes falo sem pensar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Até penso de mais para poder falar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mais o sentimento sempre no meu coração vai estar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Poesia Feita por: Bárbara Jordão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-4107987034860207784?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/4107987034860207784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=4107987034860207784' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/4107987034860207784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/4107987034860207784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/10/medo-de-sofrer.html' title='Medo de Sofrer'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SQPMI7LWA-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/4ndCVNJVb5Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-5672727762827193917</id><published>2008-10-14T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T07:17:46.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois Corações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SPSGSGhWXFI/AAAAAAAAAnk/JYC8hA_Sd0w/s1600-h/0mzQ8N374705-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256974310594468946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SPSGSGhWXFI/AAAAAAAAAnk/JYC8hA_Sd0w/s320/0mzQ8N374705-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dois Corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diga que não é verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonhos escuros me mostraram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me abrace e chore comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E mostre consolo ao meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seu beijo me cala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu pensamento me engana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto o peso do meu passado em minhas asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto minhas pernas pesadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sim.. você prometeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais não quer dizer que esta disposto a cumprir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha felicidade nao esta mais comigo e sim em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu so quero é ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diga que não vai embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não faça a mesma coisa que te fizerão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esqueça o passado e viva o seu presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque o seu futuro esta escrito no meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você nem deve imaginar o tamanho do meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se minhas asas nao me aguentam mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poderá ser pelo fato de algumas ações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pense.. Reflita.. Seja alguem que vc sempre foi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuide do sentimento bom que existe em dois corações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poesia feita por: Bárbara Jordão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-5672727762827193917?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/5672727762827193917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=5672727762827193917' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/5672727762827193917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/5672727762827193917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/10/dois-coraes.html' title='Dois Corações'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SPSGSGhWXFI/AAAAAAAAAnk/JYC8hA_Sd0w/s72-c/0mzQ8N374705-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-3824769165287447903</id><published>2008-09-17T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:28:17.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cura pra Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SNGr7d-dr6I/AAAAAAAAAms/1KixlU57sS4/s1600-h/emo66665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247164079010590626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SNGr7d-dr6I/AAAAAAAAAms/1KixlU57sS4/s320/emo66665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cura pra Alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oi amor..&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me sinto só na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Você não deu noticias o dia todo&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas falam e falam e mudam minha opinião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça esta confusa&lt;br /&gt;Se penso 'besteiras' você é o culpado&lt;br /&gt;Me dê motivos para acreditar sempre no amor&lt;br /&gt;Faça sentir-se amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque minha face é salgada?&lt;br /&gt;Rolam em mim por dentro e por fora, lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Seria o sentimento de culpa por não te achar&lt;br /&gt;Você não tem culpa das minhas lástimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas falam e falam e eu estou confusa&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe sozinha nesta escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Me ajude a mudar um conceito so meu (amor)&lt;br /&gt;Caminhe comigo rumo a felicidade.. me dê a mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou magoada por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Você não tem culpa de minhas lástimas&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe só na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Me ajude a enxugar estas lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poesia feita por: Bárbara Jordão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-3824769165287447903?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/3824769165287447903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=3824769165287447903' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/3824769165287447903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/3824769165287447903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/09/cura-da-alma-oi-amor.html' title='Cura pra Alma'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SNGr7d-dr6I/AAAAAAAAAms/1KixlU57sS4/s72-c/emo66665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-4653849638859558533</id><published>2008-09-10T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:51:43.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não espero que entenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.almasobscuras.blogger.com.br/gothic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.almasobscuras.blogger.com.br/gothic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não espero que entenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje estou triste por um pensamento que tive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sempre espero estar enganada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Até porque eu não acredito que faça alguma coisa ruim pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É.. só espero estar engada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu preso muito a sinceridade, ser verdadeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto que isso esta a me machucar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mentira tem pernas curtas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E não sou eu quem vai correr astras para a verdade achar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As vezes o mundo acaba mudando as pessoas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Dinheiro que conhecemos Mata até os sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Amor e a vontade de gostar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pode se transfomar em monstros a qualquer momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fico triste por não me contar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais fico mais triste ainda por eu saber e não falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não espero que entenda isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não é a saudade.. é medo de contestar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me culpo por não falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ter sinceridade pra que se a boca fica calada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentimento retraido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A verdade de saber ficar calada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poesia Feita por: Bárbara Jordão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-4653849638859558533?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/4653849638859558533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=4653849638859558533' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/4653849638859558533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/4653849638859558533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-espero-que-entenda.html' title='Não espero que entenda'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-3570757680006146263</id><published>2008-09-06T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T06:06:36.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menino Bonito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SMKAGhE1zyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tUyDa2uYxkE/s1600-h/Kiss_by_thisikno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242893765658922786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SMKAGhE1zyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tUyDa2uYxkE/s320/Kiss_by_thisikno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Menino Bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_sB68aRiQ/Roy-Ana8GYI/AAAAAAAAAtg/vrSKiWUWxJw/s400/de+maos+dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes precisamos observar coisas simples&lt;br /&gt;Ver coisas que só quando sonhamos, vê-mos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imaginar estrelas cadentes depois de um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Igual quando criança nos livros lemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto enfeitiçada&lt;br /&gt;Sinto como se tivesse tomado uma porção&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas das bruxas só que uma porção diferenciada&lt;br /&gt;Esta me faz pular o coração ter uma nova senssação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando os Fogos de Artifício pairando no céu&lt;br /&gt;Coloridos e sempre estampando no céu um lindo sorriso&lt;br /&gt;De todas as cores..azul,vermelho, sempre colorido&lt;br /&gt;Como você meu menino bonito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menininho eu estou apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;Veja nos meus olhos e no meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo disfarçar tamanha emoção&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu apenas olhar você menino Bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma surpresa!?&lt;br /&gt;[smack..] Aqueles mesmos fogos coloridos reaparecerão&lt;br /&gt;A sensação voltou e eu sinto estrelinhas a minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Derrepente estamos voando como quando tomei a porção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só que desta vez de olhos bem abertos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sentindo fazer '&lt;em&gt;tumtum&lt;/em&gt;' no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia feita por: Bárbara Jordão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-3570757680006146263?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/3570757680006146263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=3570757680006146263' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/3570757680006146263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/3570757680006146263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/09/menino-bonito.html' title='Menino Bonito'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SMKAGhE1zyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tUyDa2uYxkE/s72-c/Kiss_by_thisikno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-2108938569199843846</id><published>2008-08-02T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T05:05:55.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois de adulto ainda se pode sonhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SJPIZrBXWNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ODiHT22OJWs/s1600-h/menina-borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229743935678011602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SJPIZrBXWNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ODiHT22OJWs/s320/menina-borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois de adulto ainda se pode sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As vez o que mais queremos ouvir é o sussuro de um linda melodia&lt;br /&gt;Deixar tocar seus pensamentos mesmo que a letra você nao entenda&lt;br /&gt;Mais a melodia .. o dedilhado da guitarra e o toque suave do piano lhe façam dançar&lt;br /&gt;Você imagina de olhos fechados que o mundo dos sonhos lhe pertença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Olhar as estrelas e ve-las caindo e você pudendo toca-las&lt;br /&gt;As vezes é muito facil Sonhar&lt;br /&gt;imagine que esta só e coloque a melhor canção, a do coração&lt;br /&gt;Abra o espaço na sala, no quarto, no escritorio é vá dançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não só as crianças podem ver o mundo com a esperança de um futuro melhor&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou.. quer dizer estou quase uma adulta e posso ver&lt;br /&gt;Ver que nosso mundo tem solução, que pode mudar. Eu posso ver&lt;br /&gt;Para 'Adultos' seria loucura ouvir e ver alguem com estes pensamentos;&lt;br /&gt;Mais louco o que tem olhos para ver e não vê; que pode acreditar e não crê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou Criança, sou adolecente, sou adulta, sou 'gigante'...&lt;br /&gt;Mais ainda possuo um coração com esperança&lt;br /&gt;Possuo olhos de adolecente e atos de adulto&lt;br /&gt;Mais lá no fundo possuo um coração piquenininho de criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu sonho como qualquer um&lt;br /&gt;Mais tenho a certeza que se eu sonhar de olhos abertos um dia irei realizar&lt;br /&gt;por isso eu sonho mais sempre de olhos abertos&lt;br /&gt;Para quando eu olhar para tras eu dizer "&lt;strong&gt;Eu consegui Realizar&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poesia feita por: Bárbara Jordão&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/8145894491987792882-2108938569199843846?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/2108938569199843846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=2108938569199843846' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/2108938569199843846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/2108938569199843846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/08/depois-de-adulto-ainda-se-pode-sonhar_02.html' title='Depois de adulto ainda se pode sonhar'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SJPIZrBXWNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ODiHT22OJWs/s72-c/menina-borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-8131764348447124787</id><published>2008-08-02T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T05:04:42.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SJRLbnA7DpI/AAAAAAAAAjk/HKmDb_0D2WI/s1600-h/Informa%C3%83%C6%92%C3%86%E2%80%99%C3%83%E2%80%9A%C3%82%C2%A7%C3%83%C6%92%C3%86%E2%80%99%C3%83%E2%80%9A%C3%82%C2%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888004985392786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="211" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SJRLbnA7DpI/AAAAAAAAAjk/HKmDb_0D2WI/s320/Informa%C3%83%C6%92%C3%86%E2%80%99%C3%83%E2%80%9A%C3%82%C2%A7%C3%83%C6%92%C3%86%E2%80%99%C3%83%E2%80%9A%C3%82%C2%A3o.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ganhei este selo do blog &lt;a href="http://mentealem.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mentealem.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; do Diogo. O selo tem o intuito de parabenizar os blogs que possuem o objetivo maior de informar sem nenhuma amarra os seus leitores, aqueles que prezam pela informação livre, sem preconceitos, com todos os pontos de vista, enfim, que buscam o esclarecimento. Todos que receberem o selo deverão enviá-lo para mais blogs que considerem "blogs conscientes" a fim de que uma rede daqueles que buscam esta meta seja formada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço ao 'Dih' pelo selo e como ele.. Irei indicar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eternizado.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://eternizado.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; [Daniel]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naomeperturbem.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.naomeperturbem.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; [Denny]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://porta-joias.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://porta-joias.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; [Cassia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atmosferasombria.org/"&gt;http://www.atmosferasombria.org/&lt;/a&gt; [Naty]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-8131764348447124787?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/8131764348447124787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=8131764348447124787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/8131764348447124787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/8131764348447124787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/08/ganhei-este-selo-do-blog-httpmentealem.html' title=''/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SJRLbnA7DpI/AAAAAAAAAjk/HKmDb_0D2WI/s72-c/Informa%C3%83%C6%92%C3%86%E2%80%99%C3%83%E2%80%9A%C3%82%C2%A7%C3%83%C6%92%C3%86%E2%80%99%C3%83%E2%80%9A%C3%82%C2%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-5653322602411524356</id><published>2008-07-21T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T06:37:25.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você me Faz ACREDITAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SISQnua1C3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/73BkkT-ea2A/s1600-h/emo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225460479806475122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SISQnua1C3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/73BkkT-ea2A/s320/emo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Você me faz 'ACREDITAR'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha nos meus olhos e me faz acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Como ontem sentados no sofá&lt;br /&gt;Você me fazendo rir so em me Olhar nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo que era comigo que 'pa sempi' iria ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que o amor existe&lt;br /&gt;Não por ser apenas um garotinha a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Mais por ter um coração que pulsa&lt;br /&gt;Que vê ainda do amor que existe no mundo em um so olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, hoje e 'sempi' te quero meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Me fez e me faz acreditar só em me olhar&lt;br /&gt;Me beija e o mundo para por segundo&lt;br /&gt;Sim... é Com você que quero 'Sempi' estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você quer saber porque te amo tanto?&lt;br /&gt;Por que você é o unico que me ama como eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Por que nos teus olhos eu vejo o amor que sempre esperei chegar&lt;br /&gt;Porque você é o amigo, namorado e futuro marido&lt;br /&gt;Porque foi você que me ensinou o sentido da palavra 'AMAR'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poesia Feitar por: Bárbara Jordão&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/8145894491987792882-5653322602411524356?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/5653322602411524356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=5653322602411524356' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/5653322602411524356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/5653322602411524356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/07/voc-me-faz-acreditar.html' title='Você me Faz ACREDITAR'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SISQnua1C3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/73BkkT-ea2A/s72-c/emo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-1136321163559256827</id><published>2008-07-08T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T02:36:13.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não faça sofrer que não quer isso pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SHPKqZrDobI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ncq5XFOdVJA/s1600-h/Menina_Triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220739222847332786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SHPKqZrDobI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ncq5XFOdVJA/s320/Menina_Triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho medo de acretidar no que possa real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Medo de ver a verdade e não acreditar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho medo de lagrimas descerem e nunca sicatrizarem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Medo de te perder e você nunca mais voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vejo coisas aonde não existem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vejo duas mãos em sentidos opostos aos meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vejo embassado por causa de gotas em meus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vejo meu coração, minha boca e olhos nos teus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu te amo é pouco para o que sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentimento de garota de primeira viagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo e vontades de mulher apaixonada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma garota mulher que não esta no mundo a passagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só prometa fazer-me feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nunca faça sofrer que nao quer isso pra você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existem motivos para meu sofrimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A incerteza de ter e de peder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poesia feita por: Bárbara Jordão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-1136321163559256827?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/1136321163559256827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=1136321163559256827' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/1136321163559256827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/1136321163559256827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-faa-sofrer-que-no-quer-isso-pra-voc.html' title='Não faça sofrer que não quer isso pra você'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SHPKqZrDobI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ncq5XFOdVJA/s72-c/Menina_Triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-7035619026926932823</id><published>2008-06-25T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:19:27.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequena Magoada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SGLkRYQm9HI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vVRO9opcXkE/s1600-h/little-girl-crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215982305669477490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SGLkRYQm9HI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vVRO9opcXkE/s320/little-girl-crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pequena Maguada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me magoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você sabe mais que eu que não pode fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu consigo disfarçar minhas lagrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais quando você faz isso nao consigo conter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fico triste por saber que não me escuta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olha pra mim hoje e fala o que esta a olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Uma menina burra que não sabe o que esta falando"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respondo "que atravez desse seu olhar que você me faz chorar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desculpe se sou rude as vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exagerada ao extremo de te machucar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais o meu amor e meu carinho por ti estao dilacerados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me escutar e não deixar eu me expressar, isso nao vai ajudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque faz isso?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pensa que eu não fico maguada com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não é porque seja quem és que não posso me decepcionar contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um amor se mostra por atos e omisões e tem que fazer merecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada por amadurecer para o mundo mais rapido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi atravez de seus atos de me fazer escutar e não deixar eu falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mais nova da casa não tem direitos algum por ser a ultima...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada por me deixar maguada e por dentro revoltada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poesia feita por: Bárbara Jordão&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/8145894491987792882-7035619026926932823?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/7035619026926932823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=7035619026926932823' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/7035619026926932823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/7035619026926932823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/06/pequena-maguada.html' title='Pequena Magoada'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SGLkRYQm9HI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vVRO9opcXkE/s72-c/little-girl-crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-1645526650461639892</id><published>2008-06-17T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:15:01.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Desejo sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SFhdbF87UkI/AAAAAAAAAik/gz39JzOcIkU/s1600-h/126_amoresexo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213019288716923458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SFhdbF87UkI/AAAAAAAAAik/gz39JzOcIkU/s320/126_amoresexo.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Desejo sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me vi em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Senti teu interior em minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Num suspiro me fazia suspirar&lt;br /&gt;Em um beijo você me deixava louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suas mãos escorregavam em meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentia um acréscimo em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Via em teus olhos a ansia de desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só queria te fazer feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um momento só de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um sentimento vivido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O desejo realizado aos poucos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor feito e sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora não sou mais garotinha&lt;br /&gt;Este é o momento da mulher aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Você quem me guiou e ensinou&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu quis aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poesia Feita por: Bárbara Jordão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-1645526650461639892?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/1645526650461639892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=1645526650461639892' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/1645526650461639892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/1645526650461639892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-sentimendo-sentido-ontem-me-vi-em.html' title='O Desejo sentido'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SFhdbF87UkI/AAAAAAAAAik/gz39JzOcIkU/s72-c/126_amoresexo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-2438510189122236408</id><published>2008-06-12T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:41:40.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"dia dos namorados SEM VOCÊ"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SFGJVZP31ZI/AAAAAAAAAic/qE453flDkgE/s1600-h/broken_heart%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211097244492092818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SFGJVZP31ZI/AAAAAAAAAic/qE453flDkgE/s320/broken_heart%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"dia dos namorados SEM VOCÊ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto que meu coraçao doi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logo no dia dos namorados você não está&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vejo todos felizes nas ruas de mão dadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu em casa a chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amigos tentam me animar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vou as compras para esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais quando chega a noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei que não ira aparecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você divia fazer uma surpresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vir me ver sem eu saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fazer em meu roso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um sorriso aparecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu estarei mais feliz amanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este dia sera esquecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Dia dos namorados sem você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tem sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Gente.. eu tenho namorado.[^^]. Só que ele não pode me ver! Obrigada pelos comentários&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poesia feita por: Bárbara Jordão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-2438510189122236408?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/2438510189122236408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=2438510189122236408' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/2438510189122236408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/2438510189122236408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-dos-namorados-sem-voc.html' title='&quot;dia dos namorados SEM VOCÊ&quot;'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SFGJVZP31ZI/AAAAAAAAAic/qE453flDkgE/s72-c/broken_heart%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-6952625880912481321</id><published>2008-06-08T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:27:58.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo a Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEwNebl4doI/AAAAAAAAAiU/a83hF87mDxo/s1600-h/sgtb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209553685414704770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEwNebl4doI/AAAAAAAAAiU/a83hF87mDxo/s320/sgtb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendendo a Amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Levanto a cabeça e olho o horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto os raios do sol como em um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto o calor como em um abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto o despertar em minha cama como no desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem eu te vi mais a hora passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O mundo parou por segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teu beijo em mim ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu pensamento esta mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nos teus braços sinto-me segura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vejo em teus olhos a esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em teu corpo minha cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nos teus beijos uma vida eterna. Uma aliança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor me pegou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que descobri o que significa paixão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não saberia resporder tal questão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais sei que sinto e que pulsa do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se vais embora por longo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fica o desejo de ti ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A vontade de te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sensação de pra sempre te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje posso dizer "eu te amo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na certeza do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na profundidade da minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na consciência da minha razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poesia feita por: BárbaraJordão&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/8145894491987792882-6952625880912481321?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/6952625880912481321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=6952625880912481321' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/6952625880912481321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/6952625880912481321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/06/aprendendo-amar-levanto-cabea-e-olho-o.html' title='Aprendendo a Amar'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEwNebl4doI/AAAAAAAAAiU/a83hF87mDxo/s72-c/sgtb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-6086381391331151928</id><published>2008-06-05T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:15:06.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero Voltar a Acreditar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEhxWO558-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/gH2uFXWXhRc/s1600-h/12044085f4986bb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208537595826009058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEhxWO558-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/gH2uFXWXhRc/s320/12044085f4986bb7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero Voltar a Acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um dia eu acreditei ser criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensei que existia vida nos contos de Fada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imaginei asas de borboleta em monstros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais era tudo uma farsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Terei de entrar na realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saber lidar com o triste de pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tirar as asas de cima dos mostros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ser "Grande" em vez de "Pequena"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morte dos sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lagrimas na face descendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boca rescecada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alma se desfasendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Criar ilusões falsas e me machucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ser proibida de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca mais poder imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde estamos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O nome daqui é inferno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somos os demonios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para depois no ceu nos tornarmos anjos eternos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poesia Felita por: Bárbara Jordão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-6086381391331151928?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/6086381391331151928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=6086381391331151928' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/6086381391331151928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/6086381391331151928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/06/quero-voltar-acreditar.html' title='Quero Voltar a Acreditar'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEhxWO558-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/gH2uFXWXhRc/s72-c/12044085f4986bb7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-6020928704821934643</id><published>2008-06-04T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:03:43.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEaSG6YfGZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PSEs_Z0mfpQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208010666549385618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEaSG6YfGZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PSEs_Z0mfpQ/s320/untitled.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha!&lt;br /&gt;Quero fugir.&lt;br /&gt;Onde ninguém me encontre.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero causar confusão aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não presto pra nada&lt;br /&gt;Só sirvo para destruir&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir pro final do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Lá seria mais feliz?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza!&lt;br /&gt;Estou sozinha neste lugar&lt;br /&gt;Solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Ir embora nunca voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada meu presta&lt;br /&gt;Tudo quebrado&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração maguado&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos vermelhos e inchados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morte!&lt;br /&gt;Será a solução?&lt;br /&gt;Lá pertinho de Deus&lt;br /&gt;recostituirei meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poesia Feita por: Bárbara Jordão&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/8145894491987792882-6020928704821934643?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/6020928704821934643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=6020928704821934643' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/6020928704821934643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/6020928704821934643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/06/solido.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEaSG6YfGZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PSEs_Z0mfpQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-8740289916405406783</id><published>2008-06-01T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:36:48.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menininha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEMIPZO536I/AAAAAAAAAhw/WAiGYUmgnTA/s1600-h/y1pEewTpDRkXD5XdQXuulMoK1jg3lfKeZU94gHa946VW_ctRH_sVkRYzGTJbx711xjISsW1QjGYQ0w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207014654734884770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEMIPZO536I/AAAAAAAAAhw/WAiGYUmgnTA/s320/y1pEewTpDRkXD5XdQXuulMoK1jg3lfKeZU94gHa946VW_ctRH_sVkRYzGTJbx711xjISsW1QjGYQ0w.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Menininha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Menina porque choras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não vê que o mundo melhorou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo o amor que você sonhava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No seu mundo real chegou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choro por não aguentar o Sofrimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não poder dá minha opinião&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ver o errado e não poder fazer nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ficar com o sofrimento todo no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Menininha se você não consegue parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te darei colo até sua lágrima secar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enxugarei e lavarei seus olhos cansados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esperarei sua dor passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sou mais nenhuma menina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cresci atravez de atos e omissões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impuseram-me um crescimento rápido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minhas atitudes agem por razões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Infelismente isso é verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo sofrimento cria uma vantagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ver o mundo com os olhos do coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É um ato de incrivel coragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por me abraçar quando preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me escutar na hora certa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sempre estar comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poesia feita por Bárbara Jordão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-8740289916405406783?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/8740289916405406783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=8740289916405406783' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/8740289916405406783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/8740289916405406783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/2008/06/menininha.html' title='Menininha'/><author><name>Barbara Jordao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04465024964094913639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/TLobopgDbkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/byFOa-Mfsxc/S220/OgAAAE4XTCE2ihpEi7DNpjZ_qw5ZxvwB4gsJzcJ51EHzIwTnuxSvHJob8E712xU5ZJnnjVJ7ya_dIsHxcalmNbKQjtcAm1T1UOodH7XsNHE978fHzeTVjrXENQio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SEMIPZO536I/AAAAAAAAAhw/WAiGYUmgnTA/s72-c/y1pEewTpDRkXD5XdQXuulMoK1jg3lfKeZU94gHa946VW_ctRH_sVkRYzGTJbx711xjISsW1QjGYQ0w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145894491987792882.post-1793424866166162566</id><published>2008-05-29T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:15:41.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anjo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Mundo dos anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SD9GkLr0KUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SjyhyY-hN5Q/s1600-h/lonely_angel_1137273654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205957281689381186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z10xWrh6hAU/SD9GkLr0KUI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SjyhyY-hN5Q/s320/lonely_angel_1137273654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mundo dos anjos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nunca se apaixone por um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tem um demônio junto&lt;br /&gt;Poderá se machucar&lt;br /&gt;Não sabendo que mundo ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo suave&lt;br /&gt;Logo após vira veneno&lt;br /&gt;Um sábio gosto amargo&lt;br /&gt;Infiltra-se em meu pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos vermelhos&lt;br /&gt;Coração apertado&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas de sangue&lt;br /&gt;Só porque um anjo foi amado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas asas retiradas&lt;br /&gt;Igualam-se ao meu sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Aquele demônio malvado&lt;br /&gt;Tomou conta dos meus sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O transpirar do meu descanso&lt;br /&gt;O último respirar&lt;br /&gt;Vou para o mundo dos anjos&lt;br /&gt;Com meu anjo enfim ficar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia feita por: Bárbara Jordão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145894491987792882-1793424866166162566?l=poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasdemenina.blogspot.com/feeds/1793424866166162566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145894491987792882&amp;postID=1793424866166162566' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/1793424866166162566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145894491987792882/posts/default/1793424866166162566'/><link 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