<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:30:45.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de Letrinhas</title><subtitle type='html'>e-mail: vidadeletrinhas@gmail.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-5560820216850677778</id><published>2009-08-25T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:21:13.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E ainda se eu fosse cega, surda e muda&lt;br /&gt;    Ainda assim teria minha veste de pele a te dar&lt;br /&gt;    Te sentiria e entenderia, sem qualquer dúvida&lt;br /&gt;  Porque se és meu, nada mais necessito suplicar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-5560820216850677778?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5560820216850677778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-ainda-se-eu-fosse-cega-surda-e-muda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5560820216850677778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5560820216850677778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-ainda-se-eu-fosse-cega-surda-e-muda.html' title=''/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-6978050758266953326</id><published>2009-08-25T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:16:04.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase</title><content type='html'>A minha certeza, e, por &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;consequência&lt;/span&gt; esperança é que os gênios nunca são contemporâneos do reconhecimento.... &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-6978050758266953326?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6978050758266953326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/08/frase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/6978050758266953326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/6978050758266953326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/08/frase.html' title='Frase'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-9047161987090637236</id><published>2009-07-31T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:05:51.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Invenção do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não torná-lo algo inventado, criado ou mal educado?&lt;br /&gt;Criamos até Deus, criamos carros , criamos crianças e mal criados...&lt;br /&gt;Não criamos juízo, criamos  verdade e dor&lt;br /&gt;E Deus por isso foi criado.&lt;br /&gt;Será o amor uma cria ou uma benção do Criador?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-9047161987090637236?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/9047161987090637236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/07/invencao-do-amor-como-nao-torna-lo-algo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/9047161987090637236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/9047161987090637236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/07/invencao-do-amor-como-nao-torna-lo-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-3020872787214228084</id><published>2009-07-04T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:20:34.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/Sk-POji7ugI/AAAAAAAAAf4/7Dn5_w8qjjA/s1600-h/beatrix+potter+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354655962189511170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/Sk-POji7ugI/AAAAAAAAAf4/7Dn5_w8qjjA/s200/beatrix+potter+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mãe e filha arrumavam-se em frente ao espelho . A pequena sabia bem o que ia vestir e rapidamente aprontou-se e ficou a esperar que sua mãe fizesse o mesmo. A mãe , toda em dúvida, trocava de roupa: nas vezes em que a blusa ficou muito larga nos braços, nas vezes em que a calça que nao ficou tão agradável quanto a temperatura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mãe! Tu fica linda de qualquer jeito. Imagina esta roupa na Fulanagorda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mas é que eu queria colocar uma roupa bonita pra sair contigo, passear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mas mãe, não adianta buscar a perfeição porque mesmo que tu estejas perfeita por fora , sempre sempre haverá uma imperfeição por dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mas eu só queria me sentir bem , assim... colocar uma roupa até me sentir bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mesmo assim mãe, tu pode estar se sentindo muito bem com tua roupa e muito mal por dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vestiu qualquer coisa e saiu feliz com a filha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-3020872787214228084?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3020872787214228084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/07/espelhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3020872787214228084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3020872787214228084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/07/espelhos.html' title='Espelhos'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/Sk-POji7ugI/AAAAAAAAAf4/7Dn5_w8qjjA/s72-c/beatrix+potter+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-5040690104827041552</id><published>2009-06-30T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:21:26.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/Skn1JGlcSvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/D7zrmF7vBBw/s1600-h/pub+e+colegio+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353079168841829106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/Skn1JGlcSvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/D7zrmF7vBBw/s320/pub+e+colegio+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos unidos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelos desentendimentos da língua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nosso maior vínculo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Opening our minds!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-5040690104827041552?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5040690104827041552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/estamos-unidos-pelos-desentendimentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5040690104827041552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5040690104827041552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/06/estamos-unidos-pelos-desentendimentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/Skn1JGlcSvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/D7zrmF7vBBw/s72-c/pub+e+colegio+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-3023965608407993244</id><published>2009-05-21T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:22:41.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tive um Sonho</title><content type='html'>Já tive um sonho...&lt;br /&gt;De ser andarilha&lt;br /&gt;Sem dever explicação&lt;br /&gt;De aluguel ou ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Não firmar pacto&lt;br /&gt;Nem cumprir&lt;br /&gt;Nem prometer&lt;br /&gt;Ato após ato...&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde iria parar?&lt;br /&gt;A incerteza do final consome&lt;br /&gt;Porque não é eterno&lt;br /&gt;E no final ...some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-3023965608407993244?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3023965608407993244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/05/tive-um-sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3023965608407993244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3023965608407993244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/05/tive-um-sonho.html' title='Tive um Sonho'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-8122479286751846079</id><published>2009-05-21T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:19:40.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Namorandos</title><content type='html'>Que presente&lt;br /&gt; O pretendende ia querer&lt;br /&gt;A nao ser o me&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo batido&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que bate&lt;br /&gt; Bate diferente&lt;br /&gt;Como uma sina, um sino ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-8122479286751846079?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8122479286751846079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/05/namorandos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8122479286751846079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8122479286751846079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/05/namorandos.html' title='Namorandos'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-3878100086467845957</id><published>2009-04-17T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:18:50.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Abril Frio Febril -</title><content type='html'>Não posso me vestir&lt;br /&gt;Com o vestido que me destes&lt;br /&gt;Com tanta educação.&lt;br /&gt;Não fui condicionada&lt;br /&gt;Amor meu,&lt;br /&gt;A ter coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu visto do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;O jeito que me faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;Eu rezo a minha prece&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que tu não reza sempre comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não há o que fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Feito já está.&lt;br /&gt;Também o destino tem desejos&lt;br /&gt;E eu tô pra ver alguém mudar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desapontamento?&lt;br /&gt;Dor?&lt;br /&gt;Sofrimento?&lt;br /&gt;Rancor?&lt;br /&gt;Não são palavras que rimam com amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma alma sem coração;&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo sem perdão;&lt;br /&gt;Uma varinha de condão;&lt;br /&gt;E um pescoço com cordão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-3878100086467845957?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3878100086467845957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/04/abril-frio-febril.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3878100086467845957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3878100086467845957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/04/abril-frio-febril.html' title='- Abril Frio Febril -'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-4953581187045516247</id><published>2009-02-26T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:41:39.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/Saapl-L6zAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WYiHblkHJGc/s1600-h/Laura+morango+paint+2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307115680715951106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/Saapl-L6zAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WYiHblkHJGc/s320/Laura+morango+paint+2.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Morango Mordido Vira Carnivoro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-4953581187045516247?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4953581187045516247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/02/morango-mordido-vira-carnivoro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/4953581187045516247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/4953581187045516247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/02/morango-mordido-vira-carnivoro.html' title=''/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/Saapl-L6zAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WYiHblkHJGc/s72-c/Laura+morango+paint+2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-370296655698834705</id><published>2009-02-20T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:55:14.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabula -- Snowman</title><content type='html'>Uma vez, um boneco de neve foi montado. Mas só foi possível porque nevou, claro! A existencia dele é agregada a um fenomeno natural . E a não -morte também é. Entao , moldamos ele, conforme o desejado. O que é bem melhor , pra quem molda. Então a gente se apega a ele: feito como queriamos, frágil dependente do fator natural para vida e morte, ...A gente se apega. E se se pensar nisso e/ou chorar, aí sim ele derrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"guarda ele no frezzer, mamis"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-370296655698834705?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/370296655698834705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/02/fabula-snowman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/370296655698834705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/370296655698834705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/02/fabula-snowman.html' title='Fabula -- Snowman'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-4966757113525983020</id><published>2009-02-09T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:30:38.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>E a caveira será facilmente esquecida por quem escuta a carne gritar mais alto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-4966757113525983020?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-5562720363778765221</id><published>2009-01-31T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:59:20.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Pensamento-</title><content type='html'>Se palavra fosse boa, a gente comia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-5562720363778765221?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5562720363778765221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensamento_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5562720363778765221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5562720363778765221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensamento_31.html' title='-Pensamento-'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-2775861550654672217</id><published>2009-01-16T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:38:17.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- frase -</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;De mãos quentes e coração congelado. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-2775861550654672217?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2775861550654672217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/frase_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/2775861550654672217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/2775861550654672217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/frase_16.html' title='- frase -'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-1209302409020676297</id><published>2009-01-13T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:15:21.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- diálogo -</title><content type='html'>- Vai tentá tê talentô!&lt;br /&gt;- Tô tentando tê, tá lendo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-1209302409020676297?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1209302409020676297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/dilogo_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/1209302409020676297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/1209302409020676297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/dilogo_13.html' title='- diálogo -'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-3727044082834463039</id><published>2009-01-13T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:26:36.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>* Mirabolante* Miró  ¤ *</title><content type='html'>Quantas formas infantis&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas, mulheres, pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Entre cores preta e primárias&lt;br /&gt;Que me levam lá pro Espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos riscos e rabiscos&lt;br /&gt;Meias bolinhas pintadas&lt;br /&gt;Metades são 1 meio&lt;br /&gt;São notas de arte musicadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus quadros , Miró&lt;br /&gt;Tem poesia pincelada&lt;br /&gt;Tua sensibilidade estampada&lt;br /&gt;E me vejo ali, reinventada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brinca com as formas&lt;br /&gt;Genialmente desenhadas&lt;br /&gt;Cada ponto, cada cor&lt;br /&gt;Cada traço;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva, me sinto viva!&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da tua obra&lt;br /&gt;Na tua constelação mergulho;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas linhas escorrego;&lt;br /&gt;Tomo banho nas tuas tintas...&lt;br /&gt;E minha alma te entrego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-3727044082834463039?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3727044082834463039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/mirabolante-mir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3727044082834463039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3727044082834463039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/mirabolante-mir.html' title='* Mirabolante* Miró  ¤ *'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-7656257683482634692</id><published>2009-01-10T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:40:20.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- frase -</title><content type='html'>Mira, mira, mama, Miró!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-7656257683482634692?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7656257683482634692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/frase_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/7656257683482634692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/7656257683482634692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/frase_10.html' title='- frase -'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-9130889377096752538</id><published>2009-01-10T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:53:22.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Gosto</title><content type='html'>Não tenho rancores;&lt;br /&gt;Não sofro por amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um amor em mim;&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém pode roubar;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma vontade de vida;&lt;br /&gt;E não sei não amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto do gosto&lt;br /&gt;Do que nunca nem vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas delírios...&lt;br /&gt;E poesias aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só me engano,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me iludo.&lt;br /&gt;Não me duvido;&lt;br /&gt;Mas duvido de tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-6170110555214723909</id><published>2009-01-04T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:15:23.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- sem título - poesia</title><content type='html'>Vocês e suas mandalas&lt;br /&gt;Vocês e seus ceticismos&lt;br /&gt;Vocês e seus Karmas&lt;br /&gt;Vocês e seus cretinismos&lt;br /&gt;Vocês e suas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Em sonhos travestidas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ocultas;&lt;br /&gt;Sem significado;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca foram...&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca ficaram.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-7181910217851446170</id><published>2009-01-04T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:22:06.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Frase -</title><content type='html'>Ironia é um cutuco de mau gosto que serve pra gente pensar no absurdo da coisa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-7181910217851446170?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-3158399657650789294</id><published>2009-01-04T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:16:47.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Importe-se Vida</title><content type='html'>Na vida de quem sou importante?&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser importante na vida de alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Pouco importa minha importância&lt;br /&gt;Importante é o que a vida tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidas interligadas&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso fotográfico teu&lt;br /&gt;Revela-me o que captou&lt;br /&gt;E, que, por um instante é meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem se importa na vida de quem?&lt;br /&gt;Não importa ou vai além?&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida o importante sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida cabem outras vidas também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importe-se vida&lt;br /&gt;Consigo e com destreza&lt;br /&gt;Vivo... Viva transcrevo&lt;br /&gt;À vida e também por mim mesma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-3158399657650789294?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3158399657650789294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/importe-se-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3158399657650789294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3158399657650789294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/importe-se-vida.html' title='Importe-se Vida'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-6553584253654734543</id><published>2009-01-04T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:23:28.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre Sentimentos e Internet</title><content type='html'>Eis que surge um novo sentimento. Um sentimento exagerado justamente por poder ser tão idealizado. No virtual , todo e qualquer sentimento torna-se o limite máximo de sua amplitude, por ser totalmente platônico. O objeto a ser consumido possui ferramentas para corrigir-se, mesmo que somente via web, qualquer falha real. Com isso, é óbvio que os sentimentos, tais como, carência, amor, ciúme, cumplicidade, ódio, amizade...são muito mais intensamente sentidos pois , sem compromissos, sem acordos, possuem caminho aberto para o não-limite. É muito mais fácil transpor as barreiras limitadas pelo real, quando alguém nos é desconhecido, não tocado, não sentido. Penso que sejam sentimentos desejados, precisam ser sentidos e que se quer vivê-los na vida, mas que nos compromete muito mais se colocados em prática. Na web, temos loguin e senha para os sentimentos. E com a mesma facilidade em que logamos nossos sentimentos virtuais, podemos fazer o log off. E é através deste novo sentimento que as pessoas podem viver intensamente sem correr riscos. Nocivo? Não. Pode ser um belo exercício de suportar frustrações, mesmo que simuladas. Erra-se com total segurança. Ao mesmo tempo, a confiança torna-se extremamente frágil neste ambiente. E talvez aí, esteja um ponto importante nesta relação.As pessoas conseguem amar ou odiar com a mesma intensidade , e, com a maior intensidade jamais sentida. Mas a confiança é uma só, é intocável. Aqui, podemos amar sem confiar, amar o amigo(a) também sem confiar. O virtual não abre possibilidade para a confiança. Espaço perfeito para a sedução. E, como tudo o que é novo demanda de um tempo de para que seja desmistificado, esperemos os sentimentos futuros ou os que forem conseqüência destes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/10/07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-6553584253654734543?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6553584253654734543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobre-sentimentos-e-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/6553584253654734543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/6553584253654734543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobre-sentimentos-e-internet.html' title='Sobre Sentimentos e Internet'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-7072456844407046952</id><published>2009-01-03T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:37:43.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fisiologia do Amor</title><content type='html'>Escreve palavras com sangue, hemoglobina&lt;br /&gt;Adentram pela boca e nem tocam a língua&lt;br /&gt;E nem os dentes conseguem quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Continuas , e não resta química.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As letras são empurradas&lt;br /&gt;Num PH neutro&lt;br /&gt;Convida para um suco gástrico:&lt;br /&gt;"vai querer alguma bebiba, querida? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a letras tão viscerais&lt;br /&gt;Desequilibrio da digestão&lt;br /&gt;E a mucosa gástrica fica sem ação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa tentativa de reprodução&lt;br /&gt;O sistema nervoso se sobrepõe&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o sensorial&lt;br /&gt;Transformando tudo em decomposição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pâncreas exócrino já nem quer se envolver&lt;br /&gt;E produzir enzimas em vão&lt;br /&gt;Dificulta os cinco sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Que transformam o visceral em ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( eu falei sobre amor?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-7072456844407046952?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7072456844407046952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/fisiologia-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/7072456844407046952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/7072456844407046952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/fisiologia-do-amor.html' title='Fisiologia do Amor'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-3940120948210035250</id><published>2009-01-03T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T04:50:28.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeira do Ano</title><content type='html'>Feliz é o ano&lt;br /&gt;Que é Novo&lt;br /&gt;Aos olhos do povo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-3940120948210035250?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3940120948210035250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/primeira-do-ano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3940120948210035250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3940120948210035250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/primeira-do-ano.html' title='Primeira do Ano'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-3796654979874302035</id><published>2009-01-02T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:31:57.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto Retrado Letrado</title><content type='html'>Pintores pintam auto retratos&lt;br /&gt;Alguém faz poesia pra si?&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu faço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falava assim...&lt;br /&gt;Meio tudo errado;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrava certo;&lt;br /&gt;Mas troacva  letras no teclado&lt;br /&gt;Troca letras na língua também&lt;br /&gt;Bastava o erre não vir dobrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorria um sorriso escancarado&lt;br /&gt;Sem vergonha;&lt;br /&gt;Debochado.&lt;br /&gt;Sentia saudades&lt;br /&gt;Sente que sabe o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constrói uma ponte&lt;br /&gt;Onde existe um muro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-3796654979874302035?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3796654979874302035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/auto-retrado-letrado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3796654979874302035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3796654979874302035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/auto-retrado-letrado.html' title='Auto Retrado Letrado'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-3434675987778760376</id><published>2009-01-01T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:58:42.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- pensamento -</title><content type='html'>Palhaça!&lt;br /&gt;No palco da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Palhaça!&lt;br /&gt;Faço rir ou dou gargalhadas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-3434675987778760376?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3434675987778760376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensamento_7374.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3434675987778760376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/3434675987778760376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensamento_7374.html' title='- pensamento -'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-5902896027318975095</id><published>2009-01-01T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:54:41.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cretino</title><content type='html'>Por detrás da tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Sinto murmurios, lamentos&lt;br /&gt;Sofre cretino, mas com calma&lt;br /&gt;Pro sofrimento ser mais lento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-5902896027318975095?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5902896027318975095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/cretino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5902896027318975095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5902896027318975095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/cretino.html' title='cretino'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-8146151596098258819</id><published>2009-01-01T15:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:42:43.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- sem título -</title><content type='html'>Meu coração é como um óvulo. Depois de fecundado, torna-se impenetrável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-8146151596098258819?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8146151596098258819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sem-ttulo_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8146151596098258819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8146151596098258819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sem-ttulo_01.html' title='- sem título -'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-6594233997412202040</id><published>2009-01-01T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:39:40.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- frase -</title><content type='html'>Às vezes eu me encho de tudo.Às vezes não sinto falta de mais nada.A vida não vai me perdoar por muito mais tempo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-6594233997412202040?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6594233997412202040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/frase_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/6594233997412202040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/6594233997412202040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/frase_01.html' title='- frase -'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-1525342745767940062</id><published>2009-01-01T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:37:59.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamento</title><content type='html'>Traça a tua trajetória. Eu traçarei a minha. Se nossos caminhos cruzarem-se , será , só assim, tão ótimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-1525342745767940062?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1525342745767940062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensamento_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/1525342745767940062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/1525342745767940062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensamento_01.html' title='pensamento'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-4916259831328324573</id><published>2009-01-01T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:36:45.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamento</title><content type='html'>A arte de fazer o outro "engolir" meus pensamentos e sentimentos, sem sentir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-4916259831328324573?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4916259831328324573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/4916259831328324573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/4916259831328324573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensamento.html' title='pensamento'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-8194983213981425229</id><published>2009-01-01T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:33:16.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- frase -</title><content type='html'>Mas o que é o amor de viver, se não viver amores e dores?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-8194983213981425229?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8194983213981425229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/frase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8194983213981425229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8194983213981425229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/frase.html' title='- frase -'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-7830705216953274202</id><published>2009-01-01T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:31:22.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar...i...ana.</title><content type='html'>Mar... i... Ana&lt;br /&gt;Mar revolto&lt;br /&gt;Do vento, da vida&lt;br /&gt;Lindo encontro&lt;br /&gt;Mulher sapeca&lt;br /&gt;Menina decidida&lt;br /&gt;É Mar...É Ana...&lt;br /&gt;É Mar i Ana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-7830705216953274202?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7830705216953274202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/mariana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/7830705216953274202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/7830705216953274202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/mariana.html' title='Mar...i...ana.'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-5307820547709001653</id><published>2009-01-01T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:29:32.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wagter Pyner</title><content type='html'>Contradiz quem te diz&lt;br /&gt;Sempre assim e segue feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Teu caminho, tuas escolhas...&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém conduz.&lt;br /&gt;Segue indomável&lt;br /&gt;Gênio- alado... e seduz.&lt;br /&gt;Tua alma, tua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria...&lt;br /&gt;Perdem-se em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Confundem a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Chegada e partida...&lt;br /&gt;Ir e vir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-5307820547709001653?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5307820547709001653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/wagter-pyner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5307820547709001653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5307820547709001653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/wagter-pyner.html' title='Wagter Pyner'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-6247555842629392567</id><published>2009-01-01T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:26:54.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te quero na minha Trama</title><content type='html'>Eu quero ser simples, eu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu...&lt;br /&gt;...eu quero ser tua,&lt;br /&gt;Nua.&lt;br /&gt;De chinelinhos de dedo&lt;br /&gt;Sem salto, sem frescura&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem fantasia o amor&lt;br /&gt;Veste para a morte,&lt;br /&gt;O que tem pudor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quero na minha trama&lt;br /&gt;Com ou sem drama&lt;br /&gt;Te quero na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Na arte, na cama&lt;br /&gt;Te quero feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-6247555842629392567?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6247555842629392567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/te-quero-na-minha-trama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/6247555842629392567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/6247555842629392567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/te-quero-na-minha-trama.html' title='Te quero na minha Trama'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-7460140588305937821</id><published>2009-01-01T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:22:11.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>Solidão&lt;br /&gt;Não incomoda&lt;br /&gt;Agrega e partilha&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se amiga&lt;br /&gt;Melhor companhia&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho, sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Em meio milhões&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas, destinos&lt;br /&gt;Sem soluções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/05/07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-7460140588305937821?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7460140588305937821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/solido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/7460140588305937821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/7460140588305937821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/solido.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-1989281543211191881</id><published>2009-01-01T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:20:24.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade &amp; Esperança</title><content type='html'>Que eu possa ter saudade e esperança , os dois, sempre juntos. Saudade é lembrança. Significa não ter esquecido. Esperança , do que ainda não aconteceu, mas acredito.Sonho é fazer acontecer a esperança."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-1989281543211191881?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1989281543211191881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/saudade-esperana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/1989281543211191881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/1989281543211191881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/saudade-esperana.html' title='Saudade &amp; Esperança'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-133846940592550144</id><published>2009-01-01T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:18:24.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>Momentos sem explicação&lt;br /&gt;Vão e sempre virão&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não manda&lt;br /&gt;No que é em vão&lt;br /&gt;Me larga relógio&lt;br /&gt;Me larga de mão&lt;br /&gt;Me esquece no tempo&lt;br /&gt;E leva meu não&lt;br /&gt;Não me escraviza&lt;br /&gt;Senhor da razão&lt;br /&gt;Tens tempo de sobra&lt;br /&gt;Eterno patrão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-133846940592550144?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/133846940592550144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/133846940592550144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/133846940592550144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-5696888563450210014</id><published>2009-01-01T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:16:33.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogo, que chama!</title><content type='html'>Fogo que chama&lt;br /&gt;Chama à mim&lt;br /&gt;Te espero em vida&lt;br /&gt;Num espero sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Sigo meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;E não posso ensinar&lt;br /&gt;Beleza nasce com a gente&lt;br /&gt;Desde a hora do ninar&lt;br /&gt;Que num momento futuro&lt;br /&gt;Tudo há de acabar&lt;br /&gt;Destino seguro&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto durar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-5696888563450210014?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/5696888563450210014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/fogo-que-chama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5696888563450210014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/5696888563450210014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/fogo-que-chama.html' title='Fogo, que chama!'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-8337303313294301851</id><published>2009-01-01T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:11:56.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem inspiraçao</title><content type='html'>Sem inspiração&lt;br /&gt;É quando o vazio, o nulo&lt;br /&gt;Toma conta do meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim quero teu bem&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que me recorte&lt;br /&gt;Pisa, humilha...Mas não me entrego à morte.&lt;br /&gt;E volto mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;A cada corte.&lt;br /&gt;A ti, pertenço!&lt;br /&gt;Num segundo eu sofro,&lt;br /&gt;E no outro te esqueço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-8337303313294301851?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8337303313294301851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sem-inspiraao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8337303313294301851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8337303313294301851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sem-inspiraao.html' title='Sem inspiraçao'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-8192706219275503502</id><published>2009-01-01T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:10:11.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sem título-</title><content type='html'>Admiro quem me faz sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais sonhar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Com os pés na realidade&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor suavezinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-8192706219275503502?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8192706219275503502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sem-ttulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8192706219275503502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8192706219275503502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sem-ttulo.html' title='-sem título-'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-8554621296144753369</id><published>2009-01-01T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:01:10.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR!</title><content type='html'>AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;Devoção!&lt;br /&gt;Rimas cretinas&lt;br /&gt;Sem coração.&lt;br /&gt;Por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Já prometi matar.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento sem sossego&lt;br /&gt;Sem mesmo teu aconchego&lt;br /&gt;A não ser...&lt;br /&gt;Na maneira de me falar&lt;br /&gt;Segredos, estrelas, luar...&lt;br /&gt;Lugar comum&lt;br /&gt;Onde todos querem estar&lt;br /&gt;E o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Ah...esse deve estar lá , já.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-8554621296144753369?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/8554621296144753369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8554621296144753369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969217064490249988/posts/default/8554621296144753369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com/2009/01/amor.html' title='AMOR!'/><author><name>Luara Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03386326498069756861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gsakiokmlpI/SVz54Nz8J6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/La78ZTNG_qY/S220/Picture+19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969217064490249988.post-6415203569452713640</id><published>2009-01-01T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:22:44.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que estranheza nos causa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo das palavras&lt;br /&gt;As vezes nos dizem tudo&lt;br /&gt;As vezes não dizem nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que estranho também é&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio mudo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que cala as injustiças&lt;br /&gt;Mas olha no olho a fundo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969217064490249988-6415203569452713640?l=vidadeletrinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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