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type='html'>Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza do Jeca&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Edu Lobo / Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha, 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 para 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;Ai, 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 um arcanjo passar o chapéu&lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-366654488372473589?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/366654488372473589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=366654488372473589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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seen it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've seen it all, I have seen the trees,&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a man killed by his best friend,&lt;br /&gt;And lives that were over before they were spent.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen what I was - I know what I'll be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all - there is no more to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't seen elephants, kings or Peru!&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say I had better to doWhat about China?&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the Great Wall?&lt;br /&gt;All walls are great, if the roof doesn't fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the man you will marry?&lt;br /&gt;The home you will share?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really don't care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never been to Niagara Falls?&lt;br /&gt;I have seen water, its water, that's all...&lt;br /&gt;The Eiffel Tower, the Empire State?&lt;br /&gt;My pulse was as high on my very first date!&lt;br /&gt;Your grandson's hand as he plays with your hair?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really don't care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all, I've seen the dark&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the brightness in one little spark.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen what I chose and I've seen what I need,&lt;br /&gt;And that is enough, to want more would be greed.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen what I was and I know what I'll be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all - there is no more to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen it all and all you have seen&lt;br /&gt;You can always review on your own little screen&lt;br /&gt;The light and the dark, the big and the small&lt;br /&gt;Just keep in mind - you need no more at all&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you were and know what you'll be&lt;br /&gt;You've seen it all - there is no more to see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-3076497173171386845?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/3076497173171386845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=3076497173171386845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/3076497173171386845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/3076497173171386845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-seen-it-all.html' title='I&apos;ve seen it all'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=2957903810368608157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/2957903810368608157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/2957903810368608157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2007/12/photo-sharing-and-video-hosting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-2772202438478648324</id><published>2007-04-13T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T02:32:39.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="390" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/Picture603.jpg" width="527" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;(Álvaro de Campos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei. Falta-me um sentido, um tacto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei. Falta-me um sentido, um tacto&lt;br /&gt;Para a vida, para o amor, para a glória...&lt;br /&gt;Para que serve qualquer história,&lt;br /&gt;Ou qualquer facto ?&lt;br /&gt;Estou só, só como ninguém ainda esteve,&lt;br /&gt;Oco dentro de mim, sem depois nem antes.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que passam sem ver-me os instantes,&lt;br /&gt;Mas passam sem que o seu passo seja leve.&lt;br /&gt;Começo a ler, mas cansa-me o que ainda não li.&lt;br /&gt;Quero pensar, mas dói-me o que irei concluir.&lt;br /&gt;O sonho pesa-me antes de o ter. Sentir&lt;br /&gt;É tudo uma coisa como qualquer coisa que já vi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-2772202438478648324?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/2772202438478648324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=2772202438478648324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/2772202438478648324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/2772202438478648324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-sei.html' title='Não sei....'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-116516339430549106</id><published>2006-12-03T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T08:31:57.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/diversas104.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SOLIDÃO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Solidão não é a falta de gente para conversar, namorar,&lt;br /&gt;passear ou fazer sexo... Isso é carência!Solidão não é o&lt;br /&gt;sentimento que experimentamos pela ausência de entes&lt;br /&gt;queridos que não podem mais voltar.... Isso é saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o retiro voluntário que a gente se impõe,&lt;br /&gt;às vezes para realinhar os pensamentos... Isso é equilíbrio&lt;br /&gt;!Solidão não é o claustro involuntário que o destino nos&lt;br /&gt;impõe compulsoriamente... Isso é um princípio da natureza!&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o vazio de gente ao nosso lado...Isso é circunstância&lt;br /&gt;! Solidão é muito mais do que isto... "é quando nos perdemos de&lt;br /&gt;nós mesmos e procuramos em vão pela nossa alma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-116516339430549106?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/116516339430549106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=116516339430549106' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/116516339430549106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/116516339430549106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/12/solido-solido-no-falta-de-gente-para.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-116482483820904985</id><published>2006-11-29T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:29:00.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 221px" height="500" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/cromos010.jpg" width="685" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouvi dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que o nosso amor acabou&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu nao tive a nocao do seu fim.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que eu ja tentei&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao vou ve-lo em mim&lt;br /&gt;Se eu nao tive a nocao de ver nascer o homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao que eu vejo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi para ti&lt;br /&gt;Uma estupida cancao que só eu ouvi&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei com tanto para dar&lt;br /&gt;E agora nao vais achar nada bem&lt;br /&gt;Que eu pague a conta em raiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo acaba amanha&lt;br /&gt;E eu tinha tantos planos p'ra depois&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu quem virou as paginas&lt;br /&gt;Na pressa de chegar até nós&lt;br /&gt;Sem tirar das palavras seu cruel sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a razao estar cega&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me apenas uma razao&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vais ser tu&lt;br /&gt;E um homem como tu&lt;br /&gt;Como eu nao fui&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou-te ouvir dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que um dia vais dizer&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade esta deserta&lt;br /&gt;E alguém escreveu o teu nome em toda a parte&lt;br /&gt;Nas casas, nos carros,&lt;br /&gt;Nas pontes, nas ruas...&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o lado essa palavra repetida ao expoente da loucura&lt;br /&gt;Ora amarga,ora doce&lt;br /&gt;Para nos lembrar que o amor é uma doenca&lt;br /&gt;Quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura" .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ornatos Violeta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-116482483820904985?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/116482483820904985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=116482483820904985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/116482483820904985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/116482483820904985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/11/ouvi-dizer-que-o-nosso-amor-acabou.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-115437555860047381</id><published>2006-07-31T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:56:41.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="415" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/imperatrix180.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(escrevi para ti quando nos conhecemos.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e heis que surges tu...&lt;br /&gt;Tão doce, tão simples, tão tu..&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer, o que sentir?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, não quero mais confudir-me&lt;br /&gt;e confundir os outros e por isso vou-me&lt;br /&gt;mostrando, vou-me dando a ti sem&lt;br /&gt;que o percebas.&lt;br /&gt;Tu... tanta doçura que me deixa tonta,&lt;br /&gt;sem saber que fazer , sem saber que sentir,&lt;br /&gt;que deixar sentir.&lt;br /&gt;... e heis que surges tu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-115437555860047381?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/115437555860047381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=115437555860047381' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/115437555860047381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/115437555860047381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/07/escrevi-para-ti-quando-nos-conhecemos.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-115308269554825347</id><published>2006-07-16T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T13:54:13.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With or without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="565" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/nu.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"See the stone set in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See the thorn twist in your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wait for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sleight of hand and twist of fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a bed of nails she makes me wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I wait without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Through the storm we reach the shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You give it all but I want more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Im waiting for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cant live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My hands are tied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My body bruised, shes got me with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing to win and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing left to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you give yourself away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cant live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cant live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With or without you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;U2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-115308269554825347?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/115308269554825347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=115308269554825347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/115308269554825347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/115308269554825347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/07/with-or-without-you.html' title='With or without you'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-114961601380156113</id><published>2006-06-06T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:49:03.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um novo amanhecer :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="270" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/Maio2005064.jpg" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-114961601380156113?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/114961601380156113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=114961601380156113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/114961601380156113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/114961601380156113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/06/um-novo-amanhecer.html' title='Um novo amanhecer :)'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-114831279340081386</id><published>2006-05-22T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:54:26.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="Só"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="267" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/fotos243.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Só Tinha de Ser Com Você&lt;br /&gt;É, só eu sei, quanto amor eu guardei&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber que era só pra você&lt;br /&gt;É, só tinha que ser com você&lt;br /&gt;Havia de ser pra você&lt;br /&gt;Senão era mais uma dor&lt;br /&gt;Senão não seria o amor&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que a gente não vê&lt;br /&gt;O amor que chegou para dar&lt;br /&gt;O que ninguém deu pra você&lt;br /&gt;O amor que chegou para dar&lt;br /&gt;O que ninguém deu pra você&lt;br /&gt;É, você que é feita de azul&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa morar neste azul&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa encontrar minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Você que é bonito demais&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos pudesse saber&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sempre fui só de você&lt;br /&gt;Você sempre foi só de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sempre fui só de você&lt;br /&gt;Você sempre foi só de mim "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A.C Jobim/A. Oliveira)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-114831279340081386?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/114831279340081386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=114831279340081386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/114831279340081386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/114831279340081386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/05/s-tinha-de-ser-com-voc-s-eu-sei-quanto.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-114831215467610247</id><published>2006-05-22T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T08:37:02.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="375" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/CIMG3704.jpg" width="497" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui a vos vos dedico todos os sorrisos..&lt;br /&gt;Noite linda aquela .. risos, sorrisos, abraços, palavras,&lt;br /&gt;saudades, ternuras, vocês e eu, eu e vocês, nós...&lt;br /&gt;So apra dizer que fez todo o sentido, e que apesar dos&lt;br /&gt;copitos a mais esta tudo gravado em mim ..&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por existirem e por fazerem de mim alguem&lt;br /&gt;mais feliz, por darem sentido a este meu mim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-114831215467610247?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/114831215467610247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=114831215467610247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/114831215467610247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/114831215467610247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/05/aqui-vos-vos-dedico-todos-os-sorrisos.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-114768978906128082</id><published>2006-05-15T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:44:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="516" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/fotos166.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it something ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I never thought I'd feel this way&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I'm concerned&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I do believe I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I should ever go away&lt;br /&gt;Well then close your eyes and try&lt;br /&gt;To feel the way we do today&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you came in loving me&lt;br /&gt;And now there's so much more I see&lt;br /&gt;And so by the way I thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then for the times when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Well then close your eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;The words are coming from my heart&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-114768978906128082?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/114768978906128082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=114768978906128082' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/114768978906128082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/114768978906128082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/05/isnt-it-something-and-i-never-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-114000474345216571</id><published>2006-02-15T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T07:15:11.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="246" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/CIMG2931.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Procura-se um amigoNão precisa ser homem, basta ser humano, basta ter sentimentos, basta ter coração. Precisa saber falar e calar, sobretudo saber ouvir. Tem que gostar de poesia, de madrugada, de pássaro, de sol, da lua, do canto, dos ventos e das canções da brisa. Deve ter amor, um grande amor por alguém, ou então sentir falta de não ter esse amor.. Deve amar o próximo e respeitar a dor que os passantes levam consigo. Deve guardar segredo sem se sacrificar.Não é preciso que seja de primeira mão, nem é imprescindível que seja de segunda mão. Pode já ter sido enganado, pois todos os amigos são enganados. Não é preciso que seja puro, nem que seja todo impuro, mas não deve ser vulgar. Deve ter um ideal e medo de perdê-lo e, no caso de assim não ser, deve sentir o grande vácuo que isso deixa. Tem que ter ressonâncias humanas, seu principal objetivo deve ser o de amigo. Deve sentir pena das pessoa tristes e compreender o imenso vazio dos solitários. Deve gostar de crianças e lastimar as que não puderam nascer.Procura-se um amigo para gostar dos mesmos gostos, que se comova, quando chamado de amigo. Que saiba conversar de coisas simples, de orvalhos, de grandes chuvas e das recordações de infância. Precisa-se de um amigo para não se enlouquecer, para contar o que se viu de belo e triste durante o dia, dos anseios e das realizações, dos sonhos e da realidade. Deve gostar de ruas desertas, de poças de água e de caminhos molhados, de beira de estrada, de mato depois da chuva, de se deitar no capim.Precisa-se de um amigo que diga que vale a pena viver, não porque a vida é bela, mas porque já se tem um amigo. Precisa-se de um amigo para se parar de chorar. Para não se viver debruçado no passado em busca de memórias perdidas. Que nos bata nos ombros sorrindo ou chorando, mas que nos chame de amigo, para ter-se a consciência de que ainda se vive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicios Morais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-114000474345216571?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/114000474345216571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=114000474345216571' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/114000474345216571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/114000474345216571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/02/procura-se-um-amigono-precisa-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-113986211174507963</id><published>2006-02-13T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:24:29.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="239" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/Picture028.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me please five minutes off everything ......... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me please five minutes of everything&lt;br /&gt;Those days when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one by your side&lt;br /&gt;My arm slides slowly to my left side&lt;br /&gt;And to my right side, there's no one there&lt;br /&gt;To kiss you or to hear you&lt;br /&gt;And you go out of bed&lt;br /&gt;Thinking in those days that you need&lt;br /&gt;You used to talk and talk about&lt;br /&gt;And everything that stops your attention&lt;br /&gt;You used to talk, talk about Everything&lt;br /&gt;Those days when you walk at the bar&lt;br /&gt;And try to keep a conversation with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And no one out there you could sit down or walk&lt;br /&gt;There's no one there.&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes of love&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes of hate&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes&lt;br /&gt;I try to call your name&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes of passion&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows the right place to go&lt;br /&gt;No meaning or just self-control maybe&lt;br /&gt;And you walk out of there&lt;br /&gt;You need to talk with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And to know the problems are waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Outside the door&lt;br /&gt;Are waiting for&lt;br /&gt;The clock won't stop&lt;br /&gt;And even if it stops&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes of love&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes of hate&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes&lt;br /&gt;I try to call your name&lt;br /&gt;Of passion&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes of everything&lt;br /&gt;Of everything&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you want to talk about old questions&lt;br /&gt;Right next to my ear&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care about those silly things&lt;br /&gt;Cause all&lt;br /&gt;I need is five minutes of everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letra: give me five minutes- THE GIFT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-113986211174507963?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/113986211174507963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=113986211174507963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/113986211174507963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/113986211174507963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/02/give-me-please-five-minutes-off.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-113875416789066314</id><published>2006-01-31T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:36:44.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="256" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/Picture171.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-113875416789066314?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/113875416789066314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=113875416789066314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/113875416789066314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/113875416789066314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/01/image-hosting-by-photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-113796377829132204</id><published>2006-01-22T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:05:45.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaturidade ? tristeza ? solidão ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/formao030.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante grande parte da minha vida considerei-me alguem especial , que sabe sentir , sabe ser , falar, ter...&lt;br /&gt;Nos ultimos 3 anos a minha vida deu uma reviravolta tão grande ... conheci tanto de mim.. um eu triste , saudoso , cansado... um eu sem força para vencer as dificuldades da vida... a solidão a saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao mesmo um eu capaz de dar , de confiar.. de realmente sentir ..&lt;br /&gt;Deste-me isso e não soube sugar tudo o que me davas... afastei-te e deixei-te ir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora espero que voltes...&lt;br /&gt;Volta e da-me tudo aquilo que perdi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-113796377829132204?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/113796377829132204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=113796377829132204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/113796377829132204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/113796377829132204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/01/imaturidade-tristeza-solido.html' title='Imaturidade ? tristeza ? solidão ?'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-113796289793849201</id><published>2006-01-22T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:19:35.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="386" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/23denovembro192.jpg" width="557" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Falência do Prazer e do Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terceiro Tema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Beber a vida num trago, e nesse trago&lt;br /&gt;Todas as sensações que a vida dá&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as suas formas [...]&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Dantes eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Embeber-me nas árvores, nas flores,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar nas rochas, mares, solidões.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não, fujo dessa idéia louca:&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que me aproxima do mistério&lt;br /&gt;Confrange-me de horror. Quero hoje apenas&lt;br /&gt;Sensações, muitas, muitas sensações,&lt;br /&gt;De tudo, de todos neste mundo — humanas,&lt;br /&gt;Não outras de delírios panteístas&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim perpétuos choques de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Mudando sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Guardando forte a personalidade&lt;br /&gt;Para sintetizá-las num sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Quero&lt;br /&gt;Afogar em bulício, em luz, em vozes,&lt;br /&gt;— Tumultuárias [cousas] usuais —&lt;br /&gt;o sentimento da desolação Que me enche e me avassala.&lt;br /&gt;Folgaria&lt;br /&gt;De encher num dia, [...] num trago,&lt;br /&gt;A medida dos vícios, inda mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse condenado eternamente —&lt;br /&gt;Loucura! — ao tal inferno,&lt;br /&gt;A um inferno real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-113796289793849201?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/113796289793849201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=113796289793849201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/113796289793849201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/113796289793849201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2006/01/falncia-do-prazer-e-do-amor-terceiro.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-113308148250135455</id><published>2005-11-27T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:29:48.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não te quero mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="291" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/diversas354.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada disto, realmente cansada.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ponho o ponto final a esta historia de amor entre mim e o Amor , não te quero mais Amor!!! magoas-me, fazes-me sofrer.. não te quero mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-113308148250135455?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/113308148250135455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=113308148250135455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/113308148250135455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/113308148250135455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-te-quero-mais.html' title='Não te quero mais'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-112182054549107324</id><published>2005-07-19T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:49:05.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A hora íntima&lt;br /&gt;Quem pagará o enterro e as flores&lt;br /&gt;Se eu me morrer de amores?&lt;br /&gt;Quem, dentre amigos, tão amigo&lt;br /&gt;Para estar no caixão comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Quem, em meio ao funeral&lt;br /&gt;Dirá de mim: – Nunca fez mal...&lt;br /&gt;Quem, bêbedo, chorará em voz alta&lt;br /&gt; De não me ter trazido nada?&lt;br /&gt; Quem virá despetalar pétalas&lt;br /&gt; No meu túmulo de poeta?&lt;br /&gt; Quem jogará timidamente&lt;br /&gt;Na terra um grão de semente?&lt;br /&gt;Quem elevará o olhar covarde&lt;br /&gt; Até a estrela da tarde?&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dirá palavras mágicas&lt;br /&gt;Capazes de empalidecer o mármore?&lt;br /&gt;Quem, oculta em véus escuros&lt;br /&gt;Se crucificará nos muros?&lt;br /&gt;Quem, macerada de desgosto&lt;br /&gt;Sorrirá: – Rei morto, rei posto...&lt;br /&gt;Quantas, debruçadas sobre o báratro&lt;br /&gt; Sentirão as dores do parto?&lt;br /&gt;Qual a que, branca de receio&lt;br /&gt;Tocará o botão do seio?&lt;br /&gt; Quem, louca, se jogará de bruços&lt;br /&gt;A soluçar tantos soluços&lt;br /&gt; Que há de despertar receios?&lt;br /&gt;Quantos, os maxilares contraídos&lt;br /&gt;O sangue a pulsar nas cicatrizes&lt;br /&gt; Dirão: – Foi um doido amigo...&lt;br /&gt;Quem, criança, olhando a terra&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver movimentar-se um verme&lt;br /&gt;Observará um ar de critério?&lt;br /&gt;Quem, em circunstância oficial&lt;br /&gt; Há de propor meu pedestal?&lt;br /&gt;Quais os que, vindos da montanha&lt;br /&gt;Terão circunspecção tamanha&lt;br /&gt;Que eu hei de rir branco de cal?&lt;br /&gt; Qual a que, o rosto sulcado de vento&lt;br /&gt; Lançará um punhado de sal&lt;br /&gt;Na minha cova de cimento?&lt;br /&gt;Quem cantará canções de amigo&lt;br /&gt;No dia do meu funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Qual a que não estará presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por motivo circunstancial?&lt;br /&gt;Quem cravará no seio duro&lt;br /&gt;Uma lâmina enferrujada?&lt;br /&gt;Quem, em seu verbo inconsútil&lt;br /&gt;Há de orar:&lt;br /&gt;– Deus o tenha em sua guarda.&lt;br /&gt;Qual o amigo que a sós consigo&lt;br /&gt;Pensará: – Não há de ser nada...&lt;br /&gt;Quem será a estranha figura&lt;br /&gt;A um tronco de árvore encostada&lt;br /&gt;Com um olhar frio e um ar de dúvida?&lt;br /&gt;Quem se abraçará comigo&lt;br /&gt;Que terá de ser arrancada?&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai pagar o enterro e as flores&lt;br /&gt;Se eu me morrer de amores?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-112182054549107324?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/112182054549107324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=112182054549107324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/112182054549107324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/112182054549107324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2005/07/hora-ntima-quem-pagar-o-enterro-e-as.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-112159468575556890</id><published>2005-07-17T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T03:21:45.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="525" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/formao054.jpg" width="703" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... E de novo acredito que nada do que é importante se&lt;br /&gt;perde verdadeiramente.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas nos iludimos, julgando ser donos das coisas,&lt;br /&gt;dos instantes e dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Comigo caminham todos os mortos que amei, todos&lt;br /&gt;os amigos que se afastaram, todos os dias felizes que se&lt;br /&gt;apagaram.&lt;br /&gt;Não perdi nada, apenas a ilusão de que tudo podia ser meu&lt;br /&gt;para sempre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Miguel de Sousa Tavares)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-112159468575556890?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/112159468575556890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=112159468575556890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/112159468575556890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/112159468575556890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-111988733761076543</id><published>2005-06-27T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T08:48:57.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo (Interdito a estranhos e Ex namoradas )</title><content type='html'>Ha dias bons , ha dias maus .. quando eu estou triste os dias bons são aqueles em que csg evitar pensar o dia todo no quanto só , incosntante e infeliz me sinto e os dias maus são aqueles em que ao olhar-me ao espelho nem me reconheço. É estranho como a tristeza  transforma , torna disforme e inconstante uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Desde que me sinto verdadeiramente triste que deixei de poder dizer eu sou assim , não sou , não sei o que sou nem quando sou...totalmente imprevisivel, descontrolada , decadente e até quase louca.. ja alguem enlouqueceu de tristeza? Se não eu provavelmente serei a primeira pois sinto-me endoidecer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-111988733761076543?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/111988733761076543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=111988733761076543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111988733761076543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111988733761076543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2005/06/desabafo-interdito-estranhos-e-ex.html' title='Desabafo (Interdito a estranhos e Ex namoradas )'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-111981792088715766</id><published>2005-06-26T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:50:22.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S. Joao do Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/diversas245.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="346" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/diversas207.jpg" width="501" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-111981792088715766?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/111981792088715766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=111981792088715766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111981792088715766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111981792088715766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2005/06/s-joao-do-porto.html' title='S. Joao do Porto'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-111981570198234811</id><published>2005-06-26T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:22:34.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusao Optica</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="519" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/fotos052.jpg" width="316" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="462" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/240d1756.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-111981570198234811?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/111981570198234811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=111981570198234811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111981570198234811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111981570198234811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2005/06/ilusao-optica.html' title='Ilusao Optica'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-111905869423817153</id><published>2005-06-17T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T19:01:51.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>William Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="376" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/eu045.jpg" width="531" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" [...] if you prick us, do we not bleed?&lt;br /&gt;if you tickle us, do we not laugh?&lt;br /&gt;if you poison us, do we not die?&lt;br /&gt;and if you wrong us... shall we not revenge? [...] "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merchant of Venice , William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-111905869423817153?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/111905869423817153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=111905869423817153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111905869423817153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111905869423817153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2005/06/william-shakespeare.html' title='William Shakespeare'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-111905638568396986</id><published>2005-06-17T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T18:26:08.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa toalha de mesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="476" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/diversas095.jpg" width="636" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi transcrito para uma toalha de mesa que decidi&lt;br /&gt;guardar e agora partilhar convosco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há dois sentimentos neste mundo que arrebatam&lt;br /&gt;o mortal à periferia enigmática das acções beligerantes:&lt;br /&gt;um deles, a amizade, esse sentimento genealógico e afrodisiaco,&lt;br /&gt;o outro , a congeminência hiperbólica dos factos, que devido&lt;br /&gt;à quimera das valquirias, e ao cheiro acre das coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;impossiveis , mais não é que uma mera aberração à logica da razão."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Autor desconhecido por mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-111905638568396986?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/111905638568396986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=111905638568396986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111905638568396986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111905638568396986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2005/06/numa-toalha-de-mesa.html' title='Numa toalha de mesa'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-111896871093428116</id><published>2005-06-16T17:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T17:54:04.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="449" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/formao061.jpg" width="623" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Flor que És&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flor que és, não a que dás, eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;Porque me negas o que te não peço.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo há para negares&lt;br /&gt;Depois de teres dado.&lt;br /&gt;Flor, sê-me flor! Se te colher avaro&lt;br /&gt;A mão da infausta esfinge, tu perere&lt;br /&gt;Sombra errarás absurda,&lt;br /&gt;Buscando o que não deste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Reis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-111896871093428116?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/111896871093428116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=111896871093428116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111896871093428116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111896871093428116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2005/06/flor-que-s-flor-que-s-no-q_111896871093428116.html' title=''/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-111896528156809508</id><published>2005-06-16T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T17:06:57.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta a um desconhecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="263" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/14e15083.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O dia começa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos e vejo-te, numa imagem que nunca vi. Sinto o teu toque, por dedos que não conheço; saboreio o teu beijo e os teus lábios invisíveis; sinto o teu cheiro, diáfano como tudo o resto; e há o teu olhar, que se esfuma naquele dia de sol e naquele segundo em que o tempo parou em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho toda a certeza do que senti nesse segundo!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu, afinal? E o que fazes dentro do meu dia? E que força é essa que me invade e põe todas as minhas emoções ao rubro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que é realmente nosso? Uma flor? Uma flor que inebria, vicia e condena! Uma flor com pétalas delicadas e frágeis que voam ao menor sopro do vento [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existes mesmo, afinal? Ou és Apenas a memória do que eu nunca vivi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-111896528156809508?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/111896528156809508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=111896528156809508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111896528156809508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111896528156809508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2005/06/carta-um-desconhecido_16.html' title='Carta a um desconhecido'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-111889030648611937</id><published>2005-06-15T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T16:07:56.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente só</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="609" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a295/Imperatrix/Amigos076.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-111889030648611937?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/feeds/111889030648611937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13707953&amp;postID=111889030648611937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111889030648611937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13707953/posts/default/111889030648611937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amantedatristeza.blogspot.com/2005/06/simplesmente-s.html' title='Simplesmente só'/><author><name>DormindoComATristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14781302190588430740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HpvMBfEToic/SFI7A8NqXkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9V4aXkIAj38/S220/bTHGvq362456-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13707953.post-111888322873887982</id><published>2005-06-15T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:53:48.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Ti</title><content type='html'>Triste Sina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar de mágoas sem marés&lt;br /&gt;Onde nao há sinal de qualquer porto&lt;br /&gt;De lés a lés o ceu é cor de cinza&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo desconforto&lt;br /&gt;No quadrante deste mar que vai rasgando&lt;br /&gt;Horizontes sempre vai da minha frente&lt;br /&gt;Com um som agonizando&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente, tristemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos e braços para quê?&lt;br /&gt;E para quê os meus cinco sentidos?&lt;br /&gt;Se a gente não se abraça e não se vê&lt;br /&gt;Ambos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Nau da vida que me leve&lt;br /&gt;Naufragando em mar de treve&lt;br /&gt;Com meus sonhos de menina&lt;br /&gt;Triste sina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas rochas se quebrou&lt;br /&gt;E se perdeu a onda deste sonho&lt;br /&gt;Depois ficou uma franja de espuma&lt;br /&gt;A desfazer-se em bruma&lt;br /&gt;Meu jeito de sorrir ficou vincada&lt;br /&gt;À tristeza de por ti nao ser beijada&lt;br /&gt;Meu senhor de todo sempre&lt;br /&gt;Sendo tudo&lt;br /&gt;Nao és nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos e braços para quê?&lt;br /&gt;E para quê os meus cinco sentidos?&lt;br /&gt;Se a gente não se abraça e não se vê&lt;br /&gt;Ambos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Nau da vida que me leve&lt;br /&gt;Naufragando em mar de treve&lt;br /&gt;Com meus sonhos de menina&lt;br /&gt;Triste sina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nóbrega e Sousa/Jerónimo Bragança&lt;br /&gt;Cantado pela Amália&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13707953-111888322873887982?l=amantedatristeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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