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O Natal.. Sempre fico deprimido no Natal..=/&lt;br /&gt;É que tiro o dia pra refletir sobre o quão rápido corre o tempo..&lt;br /&gt;E é triste perceber que a juventude material se esvai pouco a pouco.. Não fosse a juventude que trago em meus atos e memórias, talvez já não acreditasse tanto no espírito natalino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sou o que fui e não o que serei..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quem no auge dos seus 20 aninhos ainda se deixa enganar por histórias tão sinceras? Que no dia 20 ainda pára seus afazeres e escreve uma carta cheia de esperanças? Que no dia 24 torce para chegar logo a hora de dormir, esperando encontrar no dia seguinte, um presente ao pé da cama? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Quem, aos 20 anos/luz ainda saboreia a doçura do Natal?&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém.Pode-se até tentar, mas estes são alguns dos fragmentos que não nos pertencem mais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lembranças.. Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O Natal..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Torcia para ultrapassar urgente a barreira de dezembro e as médias escolares, esperando como alguém que corre a séculos pelas férias e pelo Natal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;E no quintal encontrava tudo que precisava para construir a “árvore” que ficaria exposta na sala, envolta de pequeninas luzes a piscar. De galho em galho o protótipo tomava a linda forma, que eu me pegava a admirar e cuidar. Eita, como era maravilhosamente maravilhoso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;E eu sorria sem motivos, abraçava sem mandados, corria sem direção, pulava sem restrição, como ficava alegre meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O calendário todo rabiscado já mostrava sinais de desgaste, apontando que o ano estava chegando ao fim. As Folhas não escapavam das árvores, nem a neve cobria toda a calçada, como nos filmes que assisti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Apenas as luzes e os sorrisos.. Tantas luzes e sorrisos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;E assim chegara o Natal! E com ele os familiares e comidas deliciosas, e também o misterioso papai Noel que na calada da noite me presenteara com algum brinquedo que eu iria amar por alguns meses. E assim se fora o Natal, tão rápido quanto sua chegada..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;E assim se vão os Natais. Como diria o compositor “ feito espumas ao vento”..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-8072641702017879234?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8072641702017879234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=8072641702017879234' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8072641702017879234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8072641702017879234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/nota-natalina.html' title='Nota Natalina'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SVFo-cv2BiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hNuJeKJTtC4/s72-c/adni18_white_christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-4975544534959605187</id><published>2008-11-29T01:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:56:14.085-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu. Eu.'/><title type='text'>SHOW DE LUCAS MENDONÇA E BANDA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/STDJBqzk8II/AAAAAAAAAOA/Qkay1i9vchA/s1600-h/SHOW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273936194158522498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/STDJBqzk8II/AAAAAAAAAOA/Qkay1i9vchA/s400/SHOW.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Pois então, galera! Chegou o momento tão esperado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Meu show especial! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Estou muito feliz em poder convidar vocês a comparecerem a esta apresentação e curtirem quatro horas de música num clima especial de fim de ano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Os cartazes já estão espalhados em locais estratégicos e as mesas (4 lugares) já estão a venda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vão se preparando, ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Espero todos lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grande Abraço!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-4975544534959605187?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4975544534959605187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=4975544534959605187' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4975544534959605187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4975544534959605187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/show-de-lucas-mendona-e-banda.html' title='SHOW DE LUCAS MENDONÇA E BANDA!'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/STDJBqzk8II/AAAAAAAAAOA/Qkay1i9vchA/s72-c/SHOW.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-3486985277842518150</id><published>2008-11-27T15:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:41:49.418-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu. Eu.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritos'/><title type='text'>1º CONCURSO FOTOGRÁFICO DE GOIANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SS7ip6ekIOI/AAAAAAAAANw/djFcjxrYpjY/s1600-h/concurso+fotografico.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273401423397396706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SS7ip6ekIOI/AAAAAAAAANw/djFcjxrYpjY/s400/concurso+fotografico.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gente Boa, trago ótimas notícias! =DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como todos já sabemos (.....sabemos, né?!?) está rolando aqui em Goiana o 1º concurso fotográfico realizado pela G-4 - Grupo de empresas e dedicado à revelação de trabalhos de Amadores e novos talentos da fotografia Goianense.&lt;br /&gt;O Concurso foi dividido em duas categorias para exploração do tema: Fotojornalismo, Fotografia Livre com Manipulação Digital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Categoria Fotojornalismo&lt;/em&gt; - imagens realizadas sem a interferência de qualquer tipo de produção prévia, oriunda única e exclusivamente do olhar atento do fotógrafo que transmita conteúdo e informação jornalística.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Categoria Fotografia  Livre com Manipulação Digital&lt;/em&gt; - imagens realizadas sem a interferência de qualquer tipo de produção prévia, oriunda única e exclusivamente do olhar atento do fotógrafo, porém que transmita a essência e o contexto do evento e com a liberdade de uso de programas de edição e manipulação de imagens.&lt;br /&gt;Foram escolhidas três fotos por categoria. Todos os seis premiados receberão Troféu, Certificado de Participação e Classificação no concurso, um Curso de Fotografia em DVD e uma Assinatura anual do Jornal A PROVÍNCIA. Os dois primeiros colocados (1º e 2º lugar), de cada Categoria, receberão, ainda, cada qual uma máquina fotográfica.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, o concurso já está na sua fase final e a entrega dos prêmios será na exposição de fotografias no dia 30 desse mês (já já) no Clube A SABOEIRA, na rua direita às 19:00h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ótima notícia e que.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EU FIQUEI ENTRE OS SEIS FINALISTAS!!! HUHUUUU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A organização do evento não me informou qual a colocação nem qual a categoria, para fazer o suspense e tal, mas já estou super satisfeito por ter ficado entre os seis melhores!&lt;br /&gt;Convido todos vocês para comparecerem ao evento para acompanharem a entrega dos prêmios e também conferirem a exposição das fotos de nossos artistas!&lt;br /&gt;Até lá e parabéns aos outros premiados!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais informações no site: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.fotogoiana.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/5936774294458087571-3486985277842518150?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3486985277842518150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=3486985277842518150' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/3486985277842518150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/3486985277842518150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-concurso-fotogrfico-de-goiana.html' title='1º CONCURSO FOTOGRÁFICO DE GOIANA'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SS7ip6ekIOI/AAAAAAAAANw/djFcjxrYpjY/s72-c/concurso+fotografico.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-8470404155590164022</id><published>2008-11-26T14:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:07:47.483-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Dica Rock: 30 seconds to mars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SS2QEHUDIxI/AAAAAAAAANo/M5pg-W5Kc2k/s1600-h/30+Seconds+To+Mars-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273029139077735186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SS2QEHUDIxI/AAAAAAAAANo/M5pg-W5Kc2k/s400/30+Seconds+To+Mars-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Com interlinks para wikipédia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Os 30 Seconds to Mars começaram com os irmãos Jared Leto ( Aquele que também é ator!) e Shannon Leto, e foram formados em 1998.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro CD com o título homónimo da banda, foi produzido apenas pelos irmãos Leto, em 2002. Um tempo depois, apareceram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Matt Wachter" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matt_Wachter"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Matt Wachter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Solon Bixler (ainda não escrito)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Solon_Bixler&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Solon Bixler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Os integrantes da banda foram influenciados principalmente por bandas como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pink Floyd" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_Floyd"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="KISS" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/KISS"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Alice Cooper" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Cooper"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alice Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O nome da banda é inspirado no mundo contemporâneo, sugerindo que estariamos à alguns segundos para escapar desse ar mundano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Marte" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marte"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; sempre foi uma imagem iconográfica, por ser um planeta próximo do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Deus" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Romano" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romano"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Romano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Guerra" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guerra"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Solon saiu da banda por motivos injustificados. Tomo Milicevic, que já conhecia Shannon há 6 anos, e era um grande fã da banda. Um dia eles perguntaram se Tomo gostaria de integrar os 30STM. Ele aceitou, e hoje é o guitarrista.&lt;br /&gt;No fim de 2003, durante uma turné pela África do Sul, Jared escreveu 40 canções e em Agosto de 2005, 12 das composições foram parar ao CD "A Beautiful Lie", que foi gravado não só na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="África do Sul" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%81frica_do_Sul"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;África do Sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, mas também em mais 4 continentes e 5 países diferentes. "No primeiro CD, nós criamos um mundo e escondemo-nos por trás dele." disse Jared. "Com A Beautiful Lie, era hora de cuidar um pouco mais dos assuntos pessoais. O novo CD fala sobre brutalidade, honestidade, o crescer e o amadurecer de cada um, mudança. Uma viagem emocional, a história da vida, amor, morte, dor, alegria e paixão. É a história do que é ser humano". Todas as canções foram escritas por Jared, menos From Yesterday, Savior e The Battle of One, que foram escritas pelo resto da banda. Hunter é uma canção cover de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Björk" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bj%C3%B6rk"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Björk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. O CD não foi só produzido pela banda, mas também pelo produtor Josh Abraham.&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Outubro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Outubro"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; de 2007, após a banda de Leto ter atuado em seu primeiro show no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Brasil" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brasil"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, realizado no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tom Brasil (ainda não escrito)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Tom_Brasil&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tom Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="São Paulo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A3o_Paulo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, Jared Leto solicitou dois acessórios inusitados em sua lista de exigências para uma entrevista com os fãs: luvas de plástico e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vitamina C" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitamina_C"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vitamina C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, causando muita polêmica. As luvas de latex são usadas pelos membros da banda, pois as canetas que usam para dar autógrafos são de tinta permanente, e dificilmente saem das mãos. A vitamina C faz parte de um tratamento de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jared Leto" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jared_Leto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jared Leto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, pois contraiu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gota" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gota"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; após o brusco emagrecimento resultante do filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Chapter 27" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chapter_27"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chapter 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, em que desemprenha o papel de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mark David Chapman" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_David_Chapman"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mark David Chapman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="15 de Fevereiro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/15_de_Fevereiro"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15 de Fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2008" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, os 30 Seconds To Mars estrearam-se em solo português, com um concerto completamente esgotado no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Coliseu dos Recreios" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coliseu_dos_Recreios"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Coliseu dos Recreios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lisboa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisboa"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. A abertura esteve a cargo dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Qwentin" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qwentin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Qwentin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.E Jared Leto referiu «o concerto no Coliseu foi o melhor da digressão europeia».&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="3 de Maio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/3_de_Maio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3 de Maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2008" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, os 30 Seconds To Mars deram o seu segundo concerto em solo português, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pavilhão Atlântico" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pavilh%C3%A3o_Atl%C3%A2ntico"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pavilhão Atlântico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lisboa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisboa"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. A abertura esteve a cargo dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="F.E.V.E.R. (ainda não escrito)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=F.E.V.E.R.&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;F.E.V.E.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Apesar dos iniciais problemas de som, o espectáculo decorreu com toda a sumptuosidade a que a banda nos habituou.&lt;br /&gt;A banda encontra-se de momento a preparar o seu 3º album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-8470404155590164022?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8470404155590164022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=8470404155590164022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8470404155590164022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8470404155590164022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/dica-rock-30-seconds-to-mars.html' title='Dica Rock: 30 seconds to mars.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SS2QEHUDIxI/AAAAAAAAANo/M5pg-W5Kc2k/s72-c/30+Seconds+To+Mars-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-7294613994189146338</id><published>2008-11-25T22:03:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:35:50.384-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Porque ELA é ELA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SSykpbNRe8I/AAAAAAAAANY/tp_uqz9ZCcw/s1600-h/dece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272770295329029058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SSykpbNRe8I/AAAAAAAAANY/tp_uqz9ZCcw/s400/dece.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MADONNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* com interlinks para wikipédia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone&lt;/span&gt;, mais conhecida como Madonna, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bay City (Michigan)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bay_City_(Michigan)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bay City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Michigan" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michigan"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Michigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="16 de agosto" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/16_de_agosto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;16 de agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1958" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1958"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1958&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;) é uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vocal" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vocal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cantora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Compositora" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compositora"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;compositora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dança" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/DanÃ§a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dançarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Produtor musical" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Produtor_musical"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;produtora musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Produtor cinematográfico" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Produtor_cinematogrÃ¡fico"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cinematográfica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Atriz" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atriz"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;atriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Escritora" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escritora"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;escritora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Estados Unidos da América" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estados_Unidos_da_AmÃ©rica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;estadunidense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. Vencedora de nove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Grammy Awards" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grammy_Awards"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Prêmios Grammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, e de dois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Golden Globe Awards" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Globe_Awards"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Globo de Ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; e dois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Academy Awards" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Academy_Awards"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. Madonna é a maior vencedora da história do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="MTV Video Music Awards" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/MTV_Video_Music_Awards"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;VMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; com 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prêmio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/PrÃªmio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Prêmios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; ganhos. Também é vencedora de 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="MTV Europe Music Awards" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/MTV_Europe_Music_Awards"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;EMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. Em 11 de Março de 2008, Madonna entrou para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hall da Fama do Rock and Roll" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hall_da_Fama_do_Rock_and_Roll"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hall da Fama do Rock and Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; título americano cedido aos artistas que fazem história e tem grande importância e influência no mundo da música por no mínimo 25 anos. Madonna adquiriu muitos prêmios ao longo de sua carreira e estes somam um pouco mais de 120, sendo uma das cantoras mais premiadas no mundo da música, segundo a Agência FamaPress. Madonna é mais conhecida pelas polêmicas que causa ao misturar temas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Política" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/PolÃ&amp;shy;tica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;políticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sexo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sexuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Religião" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/ReligiÃ£o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;religiosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; à sua obra.&lt;br /&gt;Desde o início de sua carreira em 1982, Madonna tem lançado vários discos e singles e vendeu mais de 280 milhões de álbuns e 160 milhões de singles no mundo inteiro, tornando-se a cantora que mais vendeu na história da música mundial. Em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2006" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Billboard" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billboard"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Billboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; divulgou que a sua turnê de 2006, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Confessions Tour" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confessions_Tour"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Confessions Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, é a turnê feminina que mais arrecadou na história. De acordo com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Guinness Book of Records" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guinness_Book_of_Records"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Guinness Book of Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; e com a Revista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Forbes" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forbes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Forbes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, ela é a cantora mais rica do mundo com uma fortuna estimada em mais de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="US$" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/US$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;US$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; 1 Bilhão de dólares, e o Guinness Book of Records, listou Madonna como a Artista Feminina mais Bem Sucedida de Todos os Tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Madonna é chamada constantemente por "Material Girl" e "Rainha do Pop", devido às suas vendas notórias e sua influência inigualável na história da música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MADONNA NO BRASIL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A turnê "Sticky and sweet" passará pelo Brasil em dezembro. Madonna fará shows nos dias 14 e 15, no estádio do Maracanã, no Rio de Janeiro, e nos dias 18, 20 e 21, no estádio do Morumbi, em São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Uma pena não passar por recife .. &lt;strong&gt;(ÓOOOO! Sonhaaa neném!)&lt;/strong&gt;  +  não vai dar pra ir não.. =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-7294613994189146338?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7294613994189146338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=7294613994189146338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/7294613994189146338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/7294613994189146338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/porque-ela-ela.html' title='Porque ELA é ELA!'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SSykpbNRe8I/AAAAAAAAANY/tp_uqz9ZCcw/s72-c/dece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-8385765196052687611</id><published>2008-11-25T21:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:02:12.053-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinião'/><title type='text'>Obama eleito. E agora?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SSyYG1q7cgI/AAAAAAAAANI/i19brljHlMg/s1600-h/Barack%20Obama%20Capitol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272756506997780994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SSyYG1q7cgI/AAAAAAAAANI/i19brljHlMg/s320/Barack%2520Obama%2520Capitol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Eleito o primeiro presidente negro dos EUA, Barak Obama promete um mandato cheio de melhorias e mudanças. " É o que toodo mundo está comentando agora e o que realmente todo mundo está esperando. Uma das tarefas mais difíceis de Obama será derrubar as barreiras da arrogância estadunidense e tentar simpatizar com outros países, além de sustentar a luta contra o racismo e preconceito por direitos iguais. O EUA se encontra cheio de problemas nada fáceis de se resolver... Só me resta desejar boa sorte e prosperidade às pessoas deste país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;VOCÊ ODEIA OS EUA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não. Ódio é um sentimento que não costumo alimentar. Deve-se ter muito cuidado ao se falar: “eu odeio os EUA". Você estará julgando uma série de fatores desconhecidos e generalizado ações individuais. Este exemplo serve a tudo que envolva pré-julgamento, pré-conceito.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que para se fazer esta análise, deve-se levantar pontos negativos e positivos acerca do que se propõe discutir. Julgar toda uma nação por certos atos de forma inconseqüente e sem fundamentos é ignorância.&lt;br /&gt;O fato de não odiar os EUA não significa que morra de amores. No próprio Brasil existem coisas que discordo (aliás, MUITA coisa) e que concordo.&lt;br /&gt;Neste ponto, prefiro a colocação neutra, pois sei que, da mesma forma que existem falhas horrendas, existe um rosto que vai te sorrir e te desejar bom dia. Discordo da maneira que o governo dos EUA vem agindo, de como certa parte da população se mostra egoísta e arrogante, mas não generalizo e fico bem assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Qualquer maiores informações sobre o Mr. Presidente, procurar no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;www.google.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-8385765196052687611?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8385765196052687611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=8385765196052687611' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8385765196052687611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8385765196052687611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-eleito-e-agora.html' title='Obama eleito. E agora?'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SSyYG1q7cgI/AAAAAAAAANI/i19brljHlMg/s72-c/Barack%2520Obama%2520Capitol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-6870337402233403078</id><published>2008-07-29T21:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:10:05.816-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Folhas de outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SI-w885hGaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WA0we6sFmtk/s1600-h/outono-reflexo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228592253586446754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SI-w885hGaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WA0we6sFmtk/s320/outono-reflexo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Numa curva do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;entre o outono e o inverno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quando ventos assolam as árvores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;espalhando folhas secas pelo chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;num tapete amarelado de melancolia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;não escuto o farfalhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;de nenhuma delas sob seus pés...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Só frio, muito frio,nudez d’alma como acalanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e algumas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rabiscadas num papel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que me chegue logo a primavera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ilka Maria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-6870337402233403078?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6870337402233403078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=6870337402233403078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/6870337402233403078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/6870337402233403078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/folhas-de-outono.html' title='Folhas de outono'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SI-w885hGaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WA0we6sFmtk/s72-c/outono-reflexo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-8752978899345373276</id><published>2008-07-26T21:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:28:30.806-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu. Eu.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SIvBBed-AsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kZr951ftqoM/s1600-h/LOUCO+POR+TI.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227484023596384962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SIvBBed-AsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kZr951ftqoM/s320/LOUCO%2BPOR%2BTI.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sinceramente.. não sei bem o que escrever. nem sei também porque entrei aqui hoje.&lt;br /&gt;mas, só de olhar para esse retângulo em branco, sem nenhum rabisco nem sujeira, já me aliviei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou com dor de cabeça. Dessas que qualquer ser com cabeça sente, de vez em quando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora, eu vou sair daqui e vou tomar um bom banho, e ver se tem por aqui algum remédio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe, agorinha, num momento vazio, desses momentos que a cabeça desliga um pouco, acabei percebendo que tenho uma mania: raspar a superfície da unha do dedo indicador da mão direita com a unha do dedo indicador da mão esquerda. Ás vezes eu mudo e raspo o da esquerda com o da direita. Bom, xau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-8752978899345373276?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8752978899345373276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=8752978899345373276' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8752978899345373276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8752978899345373276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/sinceramente.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SIvBBed-AsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kZr951ftqoM/s72-c/LOUCO%2BPOR%2BTI.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-2242825899084613346</id><published>2008-07-26T20:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:40:38.119-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>o que eu só queria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SIu16Yer8mI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rLuDEplOUxY/s1600-h/reggae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227471807101792866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SIu16Yer8mI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rLuDEplOUxY/s320/reggae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;numa noite de chuvasó queria que a luaviesse iluminar dois passos.numa página da vidasó queria que a verdadefosse a maior virtude.um olho fechando quando,está prestes a chorareu só queria.Um fio de cabelo qualquerque me sufocasse a garganta,eu só queria.uma máquina de escreverque escrevesse o roteiro,eu só queria.uma ou duas maneiras deentender as coisas mais difíceis,eu só queria.Uma espécie de espelho fixado a mimpara que pudesse o mundo olhar-mee entender-me,sem que eu nada precisasse dizer.lucas &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;outra hora eu organizo, outra hora eu refaço, outra hora eu apago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-2242825899084613346?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2242825899084613346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=2242825899084613346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/2242825899084613346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/2242825899084613346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-que-eu-s-queria.html' title='o que eu só queria.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SIu16Yer8mI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rLuDEplOUxY/s72-c/reggae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-4240328826801888045</id><published>2008-07-17T18:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:20:07.689-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu. Eu.'/><title type='text'>.COM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jornal &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A PROVÍNCIA&lt;/span&gt;, apresenta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224095695765303106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SH-3W1q870I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DBF-EtM7GmM/s320/lucas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O ponto da Galera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma página inteira com a linguagem, informações e design jovem e moderno!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NÃO PERCAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;breve nas bancas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pois é! Meu mais novo trabalho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Leiam e comentem, viu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-4240328826801888045?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4240328826801888045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=4240328826801888045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4240328826801888045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4240328826801888045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/com.html' title='.COM'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SH-3W1q870I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DBF-EtM7GmM/s72-c/lucas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-892235763334172479</id><published>2008-07-09T12:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:05:00.181-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SHQSB1udavI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/m9ew4O2qoQE/s1600-h/NaufrÃÂ¡gio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220817690840361714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SHQSB1udavI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/m9ew4O2qoQE/s320/Naufr%C3%83%C2%A1gio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Carentes de encanto as cores frias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;geleiras sombrias pintadas a dedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;de algum marinheiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;que morreu no frio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;do navio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;que afundou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-892235763334172479?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/892235763334172479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=892235763334172479' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/892235763334172479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/892235763334172479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/carentes-de-encanto-as-cores-frias.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SHQSB1udavI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/m9ew4O2qoQE/s72-c/Naufr%C3%83%C2%A1gio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-5077722165397854489</id><published>2008-07-08T22:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:04:26.900-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SHQOe1yitkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/73pg3v6nBfs/s1600-h/Asas%20de%20anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220813791027181122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SHQOe1yitkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/73pg3v6nBfs/s320/Asas%2520de%2520anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dá-me asas para que eu possa sentir o prazer de arrancá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que voar,&lt;br /&gt;se o céu é o limite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-5077722165397854489?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5077722165397854489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=5077722165397854489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/5077722165397854489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/5077722165397854489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/pai-d-me-asas-para-que-eu-possa-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SHQOe1yitkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/73pg3v6nBfs/s72-c/Asas%2520de%2520anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-797451875189868284</id><published>2008-07-06T22:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:12:29.151-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SHF6UzFKcPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EQG5R6sOpas/s1600-h/vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220087940826951922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SHF6UzFKcPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EQG5R6sOpas/s320/vazio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não olhe para mim. Não agora.&lt;br /&gt;Não haverá poesia, nem poeira,&lt;br /&gt;nem telha, nem goteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um arrepio de frio nos nervos&lt;br /&gt;um sopro de ar no coração&lt;br /&gt;uma ânsia, um desespero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Volte!&lt;br /&gt;O que fazendo? Quem manda?!&lt;br /&gt;O destino seu quem faz,&lt;br /&gt;a vida não!&lt;br /&gt;Compre - entenda! Lute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!etul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Máscaras.&lt;br /&gt;Firme mãos.&lt;br /&gt;antigas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;pedras e mãos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A vida não pára até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma." - Lenine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-797451875189868284?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/797451875189868284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=797451875189868284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/797451875189868284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/797451875189868284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-olhe-para-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SHF6UzFKcPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EQG5R6sOpas/s72-c/vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-1246573690484022869</id><published>2008-07-03T22:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:26:15.177-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG17ZW46O2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/WfyNg062CF4/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218963218763496290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG17ZW46O2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/WfyNg062CF4/s400/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Chove, pode chover...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mandem-me trovões, relâmpagos e raios.&lt;br /&gt;Roguem-me pragas, pestes e críticas&lt;br /&gt;Duvidem de minha dignidade,&lt;br /&gt;De minha integridade.&lt;br /&gt;Massacrem minha vida, criem boatos e intrigas&lt;br /&gt;Insultem meu nome, identidade, ideologia&lt;br /&gt;Falem-me de dores, horrores e tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Façam-me perder a calma, paciência, estribeiras&lt;br /&gt;Proíbam-me de me expressar, calem-me.&lt;br /&gt;Enlouqueçam-me com seus desprazeres naturais&lt;br /&gt;Envenenem-me com seu suco social&lt;br /&gt;Abandonem-me nas horas que eu mais precisar&lt;br /&gt;Fechem suas portas, impeçam-me de passar&lt;br /&gt;Arranquem-me os órgãos, torturem-me.&lt;br /&gt;Cassem-me como um monstro,&lt;br /&gt;Definam-me como aberração, doente, minoria&lt;br /&gt;Acorrentem-me nas masmorras da marginalidade&lt;br /&gt;Apontem-me erros, desprezem-me.&lt;br /&gt;Batam-me forte, atirem-me a fogueira, arranquem-me fora o pescoço&lt;br /&gt;Desejem-me a ira dos deuses, o castigo do pecado profano, o inferno&lt;br /&gt;Matem-me com suas línguas afiadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...porque o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; verdadeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resiste a todas as tempestades.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-1246573690484022869?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1246573690484022869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=1246573690484022869' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1246573690484022869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1246573690484022869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/chove-pode-chover.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG17ZW46O2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/WfyNg062CF4/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-1396322981562187536</id><published>2008-07-03T21:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:57:33.829-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG11Blt4MxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ho8paEzSdx4/s1600-h/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218956213357130514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG11Blt4MxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ho8paEzSdx4/s320/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O corpo se entrega ao leito, como um suicida a morte,&lt;br /&gt;E no tempo que lhe faltara sorte, alça o vôo do último suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;Desesperadamente cogita em se entregar, cortar suas asas e cair,&lt;br /&gt;Mas aí que surge a imagem do amor dentre as rubras nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;E uma força emana do coração apaixonado: a esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Antes lutar e encarar a vida em virtude do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Do que se entregar a decadência sem nunca tê-lo vivido&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-1396322981562187536?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1396322981562187536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=1396322981562187536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1396322981562187536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1396322981562187536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-corpo-se-entrega-ao-leito-como-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG11Blt4MxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ho8paEzSdx4/s72-c/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-4333613145810493948</id><published>2008-07-03T21:04:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:01:34.753-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Há um corpo de alma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG1zG6MpTqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/amlexNlM6Bg/s1600-h/cama-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218954105730977442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG1zG6MpTqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/amlexNlM6Bg/s320/cama-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje acordou e esqueceu-se de lhe por a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Só o corpo decadente perambulando a casa&lt;br /&gt;Soletrando ruídos marginais, palavras estúpidas&lt;br /&gt;Decodificando mensagens ilegíveis, ilusórias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a alma lá, ainda dormente na cama&lt;br /&gt;A descansar como um feto no ventre&lt;br /&gt;Quente e acolhedor, envolto a cobertas.&lt;br /&gt;Anestesiada, não despertou agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo tomado pela aflição mortal da culpa&lt;br /&gt;Condenado por um erro que não existiu&lt;br /&gt;Vai arrastando a carne até o vaso&lt;br /&gt;E vomita os gritos, hospedeiros da cólera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a alma lá, entorpecida pela inércia&lt;br /&gt;Protegida pelo calor vital de uns braços,&lt;br /&gt;Que não tão distantes aguardam, serenos&lt;br /&gt;O regresso triunfal de seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-4333613145810493948?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4333613145810493948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=4333613145810493948' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4333613145810493948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4333613145810493948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/h-um-corpo-de-alma.html' title='Há um corpo de alma.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG1zG6MpTqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/amlexNlM6Bg/s72-c/cama-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-1310112533343774518</id><published>2008-07-03T16:18:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:54:05.904-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Loreena McKennitt</title><content type='html'>Gostaria de apresentar-lhes a dona da voz que me acalma nas horas de desespero e me faz viajar livremente por um universo distante e misterioso: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Loreena McKennitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218874661513498738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG0q2pbMkHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NC9ip6UBOIo/s320/loreena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG0p6lIrVpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u4SNOHdjDeI/s1600-h/loreena.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juntar a cultura celta a elementos da música oriental, introduzindo um toque erudito e utilizando instrumentos folclóricos, aliados aos sons eletrônicos obtidos através de sintetizadores. Some-se a isto vocais diáfanos que remetem a eras indefinidas. A receita desta mistura é o sucesso da canadense Loreena McKennitt.&lt;br /&gt;Loreena possui uma voz que ela explora sem cair nos arroubos desnecessários. Tudo é encaixado perfeitamente na estrutura musical, que ela mesma assina. Ela assina nada menos do que as composições,arranjos, produção e até a distribuição dos seus trabalhos. Os discos de Loreena são lançados pela Quinland Road. Nunca ouviu falar? Não admira... a QR tem como contratados a intrumentista e cantora Loreena McKennitt. Só. Ela fundou seu próprio selo para distribuir seus discos no Canadá, mas como seu nome e sua música atravessando as fronteiras do país, Loreena associou-se à Warner que colocou seu quarto álbum, The Visit, em 31 países. O disco foi platina dupla no Canadá e vendeu 300 mil cópias em outros países (200 mil só nos Estados Unidos). O CD também recebeu disco de ouro em países como a Austrália, Nova Zelândia, Itália e Espanha. A gravadora de uma única artista mostrou-se um sucesso e já vendeu mais de 4 milhões de álbuns em 40 países. O CD The Book of Secrets é um poderoso exemplo das qualidades do trabalho de Loreena, retrabalhando musicalmente, à maneira de um mosaico, influências tão diversas quanto as paisagens da natureza siberiana, as andanças do aventureiro Marco Polo ou o espetáculo proporcionado pelos áureos tempos de Veneza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desnecessário dizer que não foi sempre assim. Tal como muitas crianças, Loreena demonstrou um óbvio interesse pela música. Foi então que se iniciou o seu treino formal, apesar de a certa altura querer ser veterinária quando crescesse. Não é uma ocupação fora do comum para uma filha de um comerciante de gado em Morden, Manitoba. Mas o amor pela música foi mais forte do que a criação de animais. Cedo ela começou a aprender música. Loreena estudou piano clássico por 10 anos e canto durante cinco anos. Ela cantou em corais, apresentou-se em clubes locais de música folk e espetáculos musicais da região nos anos 70. No início dos anos 80, Loreena mudou-se para Stratford, Ontario, onde trabalhou como compositora, atriz e cantora no Festival Shakespeareano do Canadá. Não iria demorar muito para que ela partisse rumo a Toronto. Com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://minerva.ufpel.edu.br/~bira/loreena/harpa.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;harpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; debaixo do braço, os cabelos vermelhos soltos caindo pelos ombros, Loreena era uma figura e tanto. Chegou a representar o Canadá em apresentações dentro e fora do país, escreveu trilhas sonoras para filmes e tocou em festivais. Isto até 1985, quando ela lança seu primeiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://minerva.ufpel.edu.br/~bira/loreena/lm_02.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Segundo Loreena, "quando a música é tocada para o público, sempre há uma dinâmica e personalidade própria, que depende da química do dia, da interação dos músicos com a platéia e o lugar onde estão tocando. E é claro, ao vivo, a música tem sua dose de espontaneidade". Pensando nisso, Loreena resolveu gravar um álbum ao vivo, durante a turné de "The Book of Secrets". A exótica e eclética mistura de experiências, do sublime ao ridículo, do tocante ao enfurecedor, do revigorante à exaustão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se você pensa que ouviu uma canção familiar na grande (ou na pequena) tela ultimamente, você pode estar certo. "The Mystic's Dreams" é apresentada extensivamente no filme As brumas de Avalon; partes de "Bonny Portmore" e "Cé Hé Miss Le Ulaingt/The Two Trees" aparecem em Highlander III, e passagens de "The Lady of Shalott" foram usadas em Leolo. Recentemente, nos créditos de Due South incluem o uso de "Prospero's Speech" e "Tango to Evora" em Northern Exposure e muitas faixas em Strange Luck. Também "Ancient Pines" faz parte da trilha do filme Goddess Remembered. Não tão nobre como a trilha de um filme, Loreena chegou à trilha da novela global Corpo Dourado com "The mummers' dance" o que, de certa forma levará sua música a um público maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Continue lendo sobre a biografia dessa incrível cantora no site :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://minerva.ufpel.edu.br/~bira/loreena/lm_01.html"&gt;http://minerva.ufpel.edu.br/~bira/loreena/lm_01.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-1310112533343774518?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1310112533343774518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=1310112533343774518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1310112533343774518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1310112533343774518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-l-pessoal-no-estou-com-tanto-nimo.html' title='Loreena McKennitt'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SG0q2pbMkHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NC9ip6UBOIo/s72-c/loreena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-9016511428226620997</id><published>2008-07-02T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:34:37.914-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritos'/><title type='text'>Por você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Por você?&lt;br /&gt;Eu faria tudo.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o mais que essa palavra (tudo) não atingir.&lt;br /&gt;Por você, somente por você,&lt;br /&gt;Porque só você me causa a melhor sensação que já senti na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218262807556364338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGr-YD0HmDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9p5AQ1O9Q-w/s200/imagemvs.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrever teu nome em todas as areias de todas as praias, junto ao meu.&lt;br /&gt;Nadar nas profundezas mais profundas do oceano, desafiar sereias e tritões e capturar a mais bela pérola para enfeitar sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Pegar todas as estrelas no céu e embalar num caixinha de presente para te dar.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o maior sonho de valsa que já existiu e servi-lo com o mais delicioso café que alguém já experimentou.&lt;br /&gt;Colar com super bonder as placas tectônicas e tapar com durepox o buraco na camada de ozônio.&lt;br /&gt;Contratar a Amy Winehouse para cantar em serenata todas as noites só pra você. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo proezas imaginárias&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando-me a ver&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso bobo teu,&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer sensação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.oma et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-9016511428226620997?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/9016511428226620997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=9016511428226620997' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/9016511428226620997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/9016511428226620997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/por-voc.html' title='Por você.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGr-YD0HmDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9p5AQ1O9Q-w/s72-c/imagemvs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-2708741649065685756</id><published>2008-07-02T00:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:59:32.155-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Vilarejo íntimo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGr8qBQhdiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/20LZKE1Epow/s1600-h/ALdraba%20porta%20azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218260917084583458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGr8qBQhdiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/20LZKE1Epow/s320/ALdraba%2520porta%2520azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vilarejo&lt;br /&gt;Meu e teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nosso&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Meu e teu)&lt;br /&gt;Vilarejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-2708741649065685756?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2708741649065685756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=2708741649065685756' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/2708741649065685756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/2708741649065685756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/vilarejo-ntimo.html' title='Vilarejo íntimo.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGr8qBQhdiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/20LZKE1Epow/s72-c/ALdraba%2520porta%2520azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-4135424216963730922</id><published>2008-06-28T15:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:42:03.755-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Estatuto Meu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGaFxHikMBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yYPYiE_y8Tw/s1600-h/dwd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217004297239408658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGaFxHikMBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yYPYiE_y8Tw/s320/dwd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma-me em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Como teu maior desejo,&lt;br /&gt;O sangue que em ti corre&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser.&lt;br /&gt;Que teus beijos, toques e&lt;br /&gt;Abraços sejam meus.&lt;br /&gt;Meu seja teu comando,&lt;br /&gt;Teu seja meu bando de&lt;br /&gt;Volúpios quereres e vontades.&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre mais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do poeta &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nilton Leal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-4135424216963730922?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4135424216963730922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=4135424216963730922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4135424216963730922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4135424216963730922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/06/estatuto-meu.html' title='Estatuto Meu.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGaFxHikMBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yYPYiE_y8Tw/s72-c/dwd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-5647385961020084378</id><published>2008-06-27T19:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:04:29.788-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGVwEuRLLZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lm2nfyc7VKg/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216698969820442002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGVwEuRLLZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lm2nfyc7VKg/s320/f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u corro. Eu fujo do mundo que não escolhi para mim. Atiro-me montanha abaixo, me ofusco para não dilatar as pupilas de Deus.Atormento-me por não entender os dialetos e as pessoas que riscam sem pudor as margens do meu papel.Canso-me a mente nos frontes dos conflitos sangrentos entre sensações aflitas e emoções verdadeiras.Calo-me. Choro. Aperto os botões observando as letras encaixando-se na tela. Não sei se dói, mas sei que dói.Conduzo-me por becos estreitos, cavernas úmidas e escuras, cordilheiras distantes.E os fios vão se desembaraçando num bailar de pentes. E a coluna desaba sobre os montes de algodão. E os sóis se põem num rápido bater de pálpebras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-5647385961020084378?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5647385961020084378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=5647385961020084378' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/5647385961020084378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/5647385961020084378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-corro.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGVwEuRLLZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lm2nfyc7VKg/s72-c/f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-1753185806929472735</id><published>2008-06-20T20:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:20:28.247-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu. Eu.'/><title type='text'>~2 meses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGV1F7uPSFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OuIXxN3KEVM/s1600-h/sb10068048e-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216704488170014802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" height="332" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGV1F7uPSFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OuIXxN3KEVM/s400/sb10068048e-001.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"E eu nem sei enumerar sobre o que ainda posso agradecer.Nem bem acordo e te vejo ao meu lado e agradeço a Deus.Justo eu, um cara antes cético. E eu que desconfiava da presença dele,hoje sou um moço grato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Te encontrar foi uma das maiores certezas que sim,há planos grandiosos para mim. E o universo conspira ao meu favor.Porque tu és metade de mim. E mesmo que isso soe sem graça,feio... tu és a minha muleta. E eu serei para sempre a tua.Tu tornas sempre a me surpreender e eu juro,quando tiver grana, seremos nós dois.Teremos a tua cozinha americana e o meu cachorro bobalhão.Porque nem sempre o amor é só poesia,também pode ser o amor antídoto para a mesmice,para obstáculos, para dias ruins.Ao teu lado tenho coragem, cumplicidade, apoio. É isso.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigado por me ensinares a amar bonito&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;É.. eu amo, e nosso pra sempre nos espera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-1753185806929472735?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1753185806929472735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=1753185806929472735' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1753185806929472735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1753185806929472735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-meses.html' title='~2 meses!'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGV1F7uPSFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OuIXxN3KEVM/s72-c/sb10068048e-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-1077033009619008968</id><published>2008-06-12T13:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:18:27.806-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Dolores O'Riordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SFFXcmPMxMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ryP-pAWN7Zc/s1600-h/dolores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211042392656626882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SFFXcmPMxMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ryP-pAWN7Zc/s400/dolores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dolores Mary Eileen O'Riordan Burton&lt;/strong&gt; (Dolores O'Riordan) é uma cantora irlandesa nascida em 6 de Setembro &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de 1971 &lt;/span&gt;na cidade de Limerick. Foi o vocal da banda The Cranberries que a deu imensa notoriedade.&lt;br /&gt;Em Março de 2007 lançou o álbum "Are You Listening?" pela Sanctuary Records atingindo um total de 650 mil cópias ao redor do mundo e ganhando o "European Breaking Borders Award", prêmio concedido pela União Européia com o intuito de incentivar a produção cultural do continente. O trofeu é concedido à 10 músicos em ascenção cujo 1º trabalho tenha tido boas vendas fora do seu país de origem.&lt;br /&gt;Durante o ano de 2007 Dolores saiu em uma grandiosa turnê ao redor do mundo passando principalmente por países onde nunca esteve com o The Cranberries. Utilizando o slogan "A Voz do The Cranberries" Dolores atraiu milhares de pessoas em shows intimistas e em locais de menor capacidade (diferente dos estádios e arenas onde a banda costumava tocar). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SFFaDlpbfUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Of9ZG-c_9qI/s1600-h/cranberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211045261536361794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SFFaDlpbfUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Of9ZG-c_9qI/s320/cranberries.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totalizando 71 shows entre turnê e eventos promocionais, Dolores chamou a atenção do público e da crítica por reviver os antigos sucessos do The Cranberries misturados às músicas do seu álbum solo. Com cabelo comprido e ótima forma física a cantora encantou ao demonstrar um vigor extraordinário pulando e correndo no palco além do contato com os fãs. Com a grande maioria dos shows esgotados um dos grandes destaques foi o show em Santiago, Chile, onde o show foi tão esperado que esgotou os ingressos e deixou centenas de pessoas do lado de fora do Teatro Caupolicán.&lt;br /&gt;A banda que a acompanha é composta por:&lt;br /&gt;Graham Hopkins - Bateria, Percussão e Vocais&lt;br /&gt;Marco Mendoza - Baixo, Guitarra e Vocais&lt;br /&gt;Steve Demarchi - Guitarra e Vocais&lt;br /&gt;Denny Demarchi - Teclado, Guitarra, Flauta e Vocais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SFFYNVt1mgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0oufLjDbshU/s1600-h/0,,11409161-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211043230035319298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="224" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SFFYNVt1mgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0oufLjDbshU/s320/0,,11409161-EX,00.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ultimamente Dolores está fora da mídia e supõe-se que esteja produzindo um 2º CD solo. A gravadora Sanctuary Records foi comprada pela Universal Music (gravadora do The Cranberries) em meados de 2007, fato que atrapalhou e muito na divulgação de "Are You Listening?" e praticamente deixou Dolores como cantora independente. Ainda não se sabe qual a atual gravadora ou se a cantora lançar seu próprio selo discográfico.&lt;br /&gt;Dolores tem três filhos (Taylor de 11 anos, Molly de 8 anos e Dakota de 3 anos) e um enteado de 16 anos filho do primeiro casamento de Don Burton, seu marido há 14 anos. Além disso, ele também é o atual empresário de Dolores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dolores O'Riordan em SP – Agosto 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi na Via Funchal (zona sul de SP) que a ex-vocalista do Cranberries Dolores O'Riordan, 35, cantou "hits" do Cranberries e de seu CD solo (Are you Listening?) para cerca de 3 mil fãs do Cranberries. Metade da apresentação, de uma hora e meia e 20 canções, foi reservada para as faixas da 2ª banda da Irlanda de maior êxito no mundo do pop. A vocalista se separou do Cranberries em 2003. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SFFYpI90MsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-FdX1vHFAzg/s1600-h/20070829-dolores01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211043707649012418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SFFYpI90MsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-FdX1vHFAzg/s320/20070829-dolores01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolores abriu com Zombie, uma jaqueta de couro e uma blusa preta com a palavra "fé", escrita em inglês. Vieram "Animal Instinct", "Linger" e "Salvation". A apresentação esquentou, a jaqueta foi para qualquer canto do palco e a camiseta ficou verde-amarela, do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;No bis, mais "clássicas": "Ode To My Family" e "Dreams", com direito a passinho combinado do pessoal do gargarejo (próximo ao palco). Os fãs levantaram bexigas vermelhas, em referência à capa do álbum "Wake up and Smell the Coffee".&lt;br /&gt;As mais festejadas do CD solo de Dolores ("Are You Listening?") foram "Accept Things" e "Ordinary Day". Ao vivo, o novo álbum mostrou sons mais pesados e vocais distorcidos.&lt;br /&gt;Além de agradecer ao público, a cantora irlandesa esteve cuidadosa o bastante para guardar tudo o que era jogado no palco --buquê de rosas, ursos de pelúcia, cartas de papel, três camisetas do Brasil e uma bandeira. Animou fãs jogando água em si mesma e na platéia, que era composta em sua maioria por maiores de 18 anos, casais jovens, muitos do mesmo sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Leia mais sobre The Cranberries: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_cranberries"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_cranberries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Baixe agora o álbum solo de Dolores: &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/28325317/6e830028/Dolores_O_Riordan_-_Are_You_Listening_2007.html?s=1"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/28325317/6e830028/Dolores_O_Riordan_-_Are_You_Listening_2007.html?s=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fala a verdade...Alguma música do The Cranberries já marcou algum momento de sua vida, né?Até breve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-1077033009619008968?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1077033009619008968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=1077033009619008968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1077033009619008968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1077033009619008968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/06/dolores-oriordan.html' title='Dolores O&apos;Riordan'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SFFXcmPMxMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ryP-pAWN7Zc/s72-c/dolores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-5092987215589725000</id><published>2008-06-11T11:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:06:35.739-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>~Do Cancioneiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE39BdS3qNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-ZbxDTn1FBc/s1600-h/jk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210098545423001810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE39BdS3qNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-ZbxDTn1FBc/s400/jk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sorriso audível das folhas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não és mais que a brisa ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Se eu te olho e tu me olhas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quem primeiro é que sorri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O primeiro a sorrir ri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ri e olha de repente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Para fins de não olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Para onde nas folhas sente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O som do vento a passar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tudo é vento e disfarçar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mas o olhar, de estar olhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Onde não olha, voltou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E estamos os dois falando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O que se não conversou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Isto acaba ou começou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE37W1gfsUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tNFi8_dOcb0/s1600-h/sb10067016b-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210096713676599618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE37W1gfsUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tNFi8_dOcb0/s200/sb10067016b-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-5092987215589725000?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5092987215589725000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=5092987215589725000' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/5092987215589725000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/5092987215589725000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-cancioneiro.html' title='~Do Cancioneiro'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE39BdS3qNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-ZbxDTn1FBc/s72-c/jk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-5716756504700564071</id><published>2008-06-09T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:02:06.782-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Amy Winehouse !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE2dnC78F1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/x_bxZZJwHVQ/s1600-h/14_MVG_clt_%20amyinchicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209993638066263890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE2dnC78F1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/x_bxZZJwHVQ/s400/14_MVG_clt_%2520amyinchicago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;atural de Londres, Inglaterra, cantora e compositora de soul, jazz e R&amp;amp;B, Amy Jade Winehouse é de origem judaica e em sua família há histórico de musicistas de jazz. Seu pai, Mitchell Winehouse, era motorista de táxi e sua mãe, Janis, farmacêutica. Amy tem ainda um irmão mais velho, Alex Winehouse. Ela cresceu no subúrbio de Enfield, fez estudos na instituição de ensino Ashmole School. Aos 14 anos foi para a escola Selhurst.&lt;br /&gt;Aos dez anos, Amy fundou uma banda amadora de rap chamada Sweet 'n' Sour, como um tributo à banda asiática Salt n' Pepa, porém a banda teve curta vida útil. Aos 13, ganhou sua primeira guitarra elétrica e, com apenas 16 anos de idade, cantava profissionalmente ao lado de seu então namorado e cantor de soul Tyler James, que enviou uma fita demo para uma pessoa da gravadora A&amp;amp;R. A fita a levou a assinar mais tarde com a Island/Universal.&lt;br /&gt;Seu álbum de estréia foi "Frank" (2003), foi indicado para o Mercury Music Prize, tento tanto elogios críticos e comerciais. Em fevereiro de 2007 ganhou um Brit Award por ser considerada a melhor artista feminina britânica. O álbum também conseguiu ainda entrar nas listas de vendas da Inglaterra, ganhando disco de platina.&lt;br /&gt;O álbum mais divulgado e que obteve um grande sucesso de crítica e público foi o "Back to Black", de Outubro de 2006. Conseguiu alcançar o número um na Inglaterra várias vezes e entrou na posição 7 na Billboard dos Estados Unidos. Também foi o álbum mais popular do iTunes em 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE2eT3pyeGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EVzONZcjUIw/s1600-h/73082581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209994408131459170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE2eT3pyeGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EVzONZcjUIw/s200/73082581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em 18 de maio de 2007, Amy casou com seu então namorado Blake Fielder-Civil, em uma cerimônia secreta em Miami, nos Estados Unidos. Este hoje em dia está preso em Londres, acusado de agredir um homem e tentar usar suborno para atrapalhar o julgamento, porém continua casado com Amy à espera da decisão da corte britânica.&lt;br /&gt;Amy recebeu um prêmio surpresa, durante o EMA 2007. Foi feita uma votação entre os artistas que mais de destacaram para saber qual merecia ganhar. Deu Amy e artistas como Rihanna,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE2ekWQk_HI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TH3F5yGATFo/s1600-h/amy_winehouse_tears_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209994691225123954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE2ekWQk_HI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TH3F5yGATFo/s320/amy_winehouse_tears_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris Brown e Fergie disseram que ela mereceu uma vez que é original, tem uma voz incrível e um ritmo único.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de diversas polêmicas no ano de 2007, como sair nas ruas de Londres só com jeans e sutiã, ela decidiu ir para a reabilitação em 24 de janeiro de 2008, após várias tentativas sendo esta a mais séria.&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse recebeu seis indicações para o Grammy 2008, vencendo cinco - gravação do ano, música do ano, artista revelação, melhor performance vocal pop feminina e melhor vocal de álbum pop. "Back to Black" também teve grande sucesso comercial, sendo o disco mais vendido de 2007, com 6 milhões de cópias vendidas no mundo inteiro.Entre outros prêmios importantes ganhados por ela após o Back to Black, destaca-se o Brit Awards de melhor artista feminina britânica.&lt;br /&gt;Seu estilo vem sido amplamente imitado, visto que o seu cabelo vem com uma porção apelidada de 'colméia' que virou a sua marca registrada. Além de que suas roupas retrô e suas tatuagens de pin-ups da década de 50 fazem de Amy uma mulher de tanto estilo e personalidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROCK IN RIO LISBOA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passavam trinta minutos depois da hora prevista para o início da apresentação, quando os assobios – em protesto -começaram a ser mais intensos. A espera tornava cada vez mais forte a questão: Amy, afinal, canta ou não? Finalmente, ela entra em cena, sem voz, e revelando pouco controle sobre a situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE2gXgs_OtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Er1g0wV2nCM/s1600-h/20080531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209996669713595090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE2gXgs_OtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Er1g0wV2nCM/s200/20080531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De copo numa das mãos e um lenço na outra, ligadura no braço, aparentando mal controlar a voz e os movimentos – estaria alcoolizada? -, a cantora pediu desculpa por estar afônica, admitiu que deveria ter cancelado a apresentação, mas agradeceu ao fato de estar diante de quase cem mil pessoas que lotaram o Parque da Bela Vista.&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse, acompanhada de seis músicos e dois vocalistas, teve uma&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE2gIynlVZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oWZBQgqLiKQ/s1600-h/20080531.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; atuação de apenas 50 minutos - que incluiu pouco mais de uma dezena de músicas dos seus dois álbuns. Esqueceu-se das letras, improvisou, tentou tocar guitarra, dançou e quase caiu, comeu, bebeu e chorou quando interpretou "Love is a losing game" e anunciou que o marido, que se encontra preso, irá em breve para casa.&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com a imprensa, do ponto de vista musical, a cantora foi mesmo o maior chamariz do dia de abertura do festival, principalmente para as faixas etárias mais novas. Algumas adolescentes imitaram o próprio estilo da cantora, pintando os seus cabelos de cores vivas e invulgares, tal como a sua estrela favorita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; acompanhe o site brasileiro dedicado a cantora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amywinehousebrasil.com.br/"&gt;http://www.amywinehousebrasil.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OewHPvCzce8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-5716756504700564071?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5716756504700564071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=5716756504700564071' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/5716756504700564071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/5716756504700564071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/06/amy-winehouse.html' title='Amy Winehouse !'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SE2dnC78F1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/x_bxZZJwHVQ/s72-c/14_MVG_clt_%2520amyinchicago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-4980563806154998361</id><published>2008-05-30T17:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:08:14.932-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Monólogas lembranças nossas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGVywPtwiBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Af4k0fFCX2o/s1600-h/sb10062269m-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216701916556331026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGVywPtwiBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Af4k0fFCX2o/s320/sb10062269m-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;"Transitando pelos lados quadrados dos cantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Vejo um filme passar pelo espelho convexo do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;deito em lençóis de suspiros a qualquer lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;respiro o resto de ar que me fere as entranhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;que me trás as lembrançasde um dia &lt;strong&gt;a dois&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Sentimento: &lt;em&gt;saudade&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-4980563806154998361?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4980563806154998361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=4980563806154998361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4980563806154998361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4980563806154998361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/05/monlogas-lembranas-de-ns-dois.html' title='Monólogas lembranças nossas.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SGVywPtwiBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Af4k0fFCX2o/s72-c/sb10062269m-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-1578078887543062649</id><published>2008-05-20T12:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:01:57.177-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu. Eu.'/><title type='text'>Um mês..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..de amor, carinho, descobertas tão lindas, segurança, atenção e tantos e tantas mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Feliz da vida!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202486872103561058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SDLyPwhdp2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/5pWGPOy9vmw/s400/sb10066494b-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sou uma colher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o seu prato está virado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você não vai comer ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou lá fora o frio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seu casaco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;está guardado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você não vai passar em casa ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu amo você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mundo não precisa nunca mais girar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque agora que eu amo você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou uma avenida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o seu carro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;está parado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você não vai sair ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou um temporal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e os seus lábios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estão fechados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas se você sorrir eles se abrem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que você precisa ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se você precisar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma margarida comum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um beijo ou um simples abraço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que é pra você lembrar de mim."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um Simples Abraço - Nando Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Meu amor, agradeço a cada dia por poder dividir meus momentos (que se tornaram tão cheios de alegria) contigo.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;muito mais do que quânticamente!&lt;/em&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-1578078887543062649?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1578078887543062649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=1578078887543062649' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1578078887543062649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1578078887543062649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-ms.html' title='Um mês..'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SDLyPwhdp2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/5pWGPOy9vmw/s72-c/sb10066494b-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-9025233178674936654</id><published>2008-05-09T01:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.430-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Meu mundo não gira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SCPaMTA-Q6I/AAAAAAAAADs/IkQpFm3Bm8M/s1600-h/assaq.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198238299713323938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SCPaMTA-Q6I/AAAAAAAAADs/IkQpFm3Bm8M/s400/assaq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saí de casa sem sapatos com o pé no chão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cabelos despenteados escova na mão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pensamento viajando em qualquer buzão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para te encontrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada combinava direito comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meu casaco furado meio amassado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordei com o desejo apressado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de procurar algum meio para te encontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem as unhas que restavam foram o bastante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peguei na estante suas cartas de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lembranças de um café e um dejavú&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alguma idéia para te encontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para te encontrar e então te abraçar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falar e ouvir comentar o dia-a-dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pausar o tempo pular os problemas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com você a vida tem poesia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vou catando os trecos que joguei por aí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me recomponho com decência pra te receber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e fazer com prazer, pois quando estáis aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu mundo não gira!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-9025233178674936654?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/9025233178674936654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=9025233178674936654' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/9025233178674936654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/9025233178674936654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/05/meu-mundo-no-gira.html' title='Meu mundo não gira.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SCPaMTA-Q6I/AAAAAAAAADs/IkQpFm3Bm8M/s72-c/assaq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-5938749624120755726</id><published>2008-05-01T01:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:10:13.439-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Sem muitos rodeios.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SBlKg4GoTAI/AAAAAAAAADY/l5u-SYLdXUY/s1600-h/gj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195265573825039362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SBlKg4GoTAI/AAAAAAAAADY/l5u-SYLdXUY/s400/gj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;. Verdadeiramente &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quando se é pelo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;, vale sempre a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se é um erro amar? -Não mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(E se fosse, erraria tudo novamente.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(*por você.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"..e eu já não consigo viver longe de ti.. os minutos parecem séculos, a comida sem gosto, os dias sem cores, os atos sem reflexos, o riso sem emoção, os passos lentos, o olhar sem brilho, as palavras ásperas, o café sem açucar, o Nariz sem o Lenço..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim, fica tudo cinza, chato, vazio, opaco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo meio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta você chegar e tudo fica tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1, inteiro e único."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lucaas! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-5938749624120755726?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5938749624120755726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=5938749624120755726' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/5938749624120755726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/5938749624120755726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/04/sem-muitos-rodeios.html' title='Sem muitos rodeios.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/SBlKg4GoTAI/AAAAAAAAADY/l5u-SYLdXUY/s72-c/gj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-6911484209934459627</id><published>2008-04-01T12:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:09:29.817-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não se acostume com o que não o faz feliz, revolte-se quando julgar necessário. Alague seu coração de esperanças, mas não deixe que ele se afogue nelas. Se achar que precisa voltar, volte! Se perceber que precisa seguir, siga! Se estiver tudo errado, comece novamente. Se estiver tudo certo, continue.Se sentir saudades, mate-a. Se perder um amor, não se perca! Se o achar, segure-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/.Fernando_Pessoa./"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.Fernando Pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-6911484209934459627?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6911484209934459627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=6911484209934459627' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/6911484209934459627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/6911484209934459627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='~'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-2412268083979045424</id><published>2008-02-24T16:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:09:29.817-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R8HDAIgProI/AAAAAAAAADM/rYqV2xwUNoQ/s1600-h/e2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170628254248185474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R8HDAIgProI/AAAAAAAAADM/rYqV2xwUNoQ/s400/e2e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhei com um soneto somente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era apenas um soneto, um soneto só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um soneto tão sozinho que dava dó.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhei com um soneto, indiferente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era apenas um soneto, soneto mudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele não pedia nada, não me falava.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entretanto me encarava, a tal me olhava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se quisesse pôr-me a par de tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas era apenas um soneto, era mais um&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era apenas mais um sonho, mais um perdido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E era apenas um olhar, olhar algum...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noutro dia outra manhã, novos olhares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessa velha solidão nos calcanhares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E um soneto a me espreitar, adormecido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lucas Tenório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-2412268083979045424?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2412268083979045424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=2412268083979045424' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/2412268083979045424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/2412268083979045424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_24.html' title='..'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R8HDAIgProI/AAAAAAAAADM/rYqV2xwUNoQ/s72-c/e2e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-4924506392609324717</id><published>2008-02-22T01:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:10:46.607-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>O que me resta é esquecer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75LlogPrnI/AAAAAAAAADE/QdIn8CGgmdA/s1600-h/dadaebaae8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169652532167814770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75LlogPrnI/AAAAAAAAADE/QdIn8CGgmdA/s400/dadaebaae8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Caí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;calei, emudeci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chorei, entristeci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;amei, não resisti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;havia de ser assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;você apenas viu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;você apenas decidiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ficar do lado de lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;você não errou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;havia de ser assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;vou embora para longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sem nem sair daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trilhando caminhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;que só pertencem a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mas não vou virar pó,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não vou desaparecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vou embora com o tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tentando aprender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Teorias pra esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;esquecer que tudo é azul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;esquecer que tudo são flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;esquecer sinas e sinais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e desamores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-4924506392609324717?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4924506392609324717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=4924506392609324717' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4924506392609324717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4924506392609324717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-que-me-resta-esquecer.html' title='O que me resta é esquecer.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75LlogPrnI/AAAAAAAAADE/QdIn8CGgmdA/s72-c/dadaebaae8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-4717889676375261989</id><published>2008-02-22T00:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:50:30.544-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Deixe-me calar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75GxogPrmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Izaz0YyxFvk/s1600-h/DEIXE-ME+CALAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169647240768106082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75GxogPrmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Izaz0YyxFvk/s400/DEIXE-ME%2BCALAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras não são suficientes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a mente gera a concepção,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o coração não.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gestos são meros acasos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abraços sem integração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imaginação. P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ó.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Creioemnadacadapartículaprogramadaparailusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5936774294458087571-4717889676375261989?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4717889676375261989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=4717889676375261989' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4717889676375261989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4717889676375261989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/deixe-me-calar.html' title='Deixe-me calar.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75GxogPrmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Izaz0YyxFvk/s72-c/DEIXE-ME%2BCALAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-3552952935084208566</id><published>2008-02-22T00:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Os versos são mudos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75Fd4gPrlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ae55U41xuIQ/s1600-h/Casa_na_bruma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169645801954061906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75Fd4gPrlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ae55U41xuIQ/s400/Casa_na_bruma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só o teu coração quente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nada mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu paraíso um campo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em rouxinol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem liras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com um rio discreto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e uma fontezinha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem a espora do vento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sobre a fronde,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem a estrela que quer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ser folha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma enorme luz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que fosse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pirilampo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de outra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num campo de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olhadas partidas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um repouso claro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ali nossos beijos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lunares sonoros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do eco,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se abririam muito longe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E teu coração quente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Federico García Lorca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-3552952935084208566?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3552952935084208566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=3552952935084208566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/3552952935084208566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/3552952935084208566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/os-versos-so-mudos.html' title='Os versos são mudos..'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75Fd4gPrlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ae55U41xuIQ/s72-c/Casa_na_bruma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-8705149840322666811</id><published>2008-02-22T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Desejo a ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75FC4gPrkI/AAAAAAAAACs/g-dyDh3HMtg/s1600-h/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169645338097593922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75FC4gPrkI/AAAAAAAAACs/g-dyDh3HMtg/s400/tristeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Fruto do mato&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de jardim&lt;br /&gt;Namoro no portão&lt;br /&gt;Domingo sem chuva&lt;br /&gt;Segunda sem mau humor&lt;br /&gt;Sábado com seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Filme do Carlitos&lt;br /&gt;Chope com amigos&lt;br /&gt;Crônica de Rubem Braga&lt;br /&gt;Viver sem inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Filme antigo na TV&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa especial&lt;br /&gt;E que ela goste de você&lt;br /&gt;Música de Tom com letra de Chico&lt;br /&gt;Frango caipira em pensão do interior&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir uma palavra amável&lt;br /&gt;Ter uma surpresa agradável&lt;br /&gt;Ver a Banda passar&lt;br /&gt;Noite de lua Cheia&lt;br /&gt;Rever uma velha amizade&lt;br /&gt;Não Ter que ouvir a palavra não&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca, nem jamais e adeus.&lt;br /&gt;Rir como criança&lt;br /&gt;Canto de passarinho&lt;br /&gt;Sarar de resfriado&lt;br /&gt;Escrever poemas de Amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca será rasgado&lt;br /&gt;Formar um par ideal&lt;br /&gt;Tomar banho de cachoeira&lt;br /&gt;Pegar bronzeado legal&lt;br /&gt;Aprender uma nova canção&lt;br /&gt;Esperar alguém na estação&lt;br /&gt;Queijo com goiabada&lt;br /&gt;Uma festa Um violão Uma seresta&lt;br /&gt;Calçar um velho chinelo&lt;br /&gt;Sentar numa velha poltrona&lt;br /&gt;Tocar violão para alguém&lt;br /&gt;E muito carinho meu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-8705149840322666811?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8705149840322666811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=8705149840322666811' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8705149840322666811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8705149840322666811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/desejo-ti.html' title='Desejo a ti...'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R75FC4gPrkI/AAAAAAAAACs/g-dyDh3HMtg/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-1829055498791409199</id><published>2008-02-21T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>[Des]concerto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7z0L4gPrjI/AAAAAAAAACk/fDTm3wJUuwo/s1600-h/ensina-me%20a%20voar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169274957297856050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7z0L4gPrjI/AAAAAAAAACk/fDTm3wJUuwo/s400/ensina-me%2520a%2520voar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso parece bom&lt;br /&gt;mesmo fora do tom&lt;br /&gt;mesmo desafinado&lt;br /&gt;mesmo descontrolado,&lt;br /&gt;mas bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso parece errado&lt;br /&gt;mesmo soando bom&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo tom sobre tom&lt;br /&gt;mesmo bem amarrado,&lt;br /&gt;mas errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece guerra&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo num paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com teus sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que sem conflitos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso me é tão agradável.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que pelos muros, cercado&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que por vários, seguido&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que pela dor, movido&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim estais em mim,&lt;br /&gt;e isso me é de todo agradável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-1829055498791409199?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1829055498791409199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=1829055498791409199' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1829055498791409199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1829055498791409199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/desconcerto.html' title='[Des]concerto'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7z0L4gPrjI/AAAAAAAAACk/fDTm3wJUuwo/s72-c/ensina-me%2520a%2520voar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-3190285440362757734</id><published>2008-02-19T22:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7uFm4gPrhI/AAAAAAAAACU/6XHKlnbXS2g/s1600-h/17_01_mascaras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168871900386930194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7uFm4gPrhI/AAAAAAAAACU/6XHKlnbXS2g/s400/17_01_mascaras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Entre a noite que cessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o começar do dia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu coração tem pressa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da tua nostalgia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é que te deseje&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou te quisesse ter,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou dos sonhos, voando, beijo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ideia de te ver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quer só tua saudade;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ama o lembrar-te, e não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sombra da verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou o corpo da ilusão."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-3190285440362757734?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3190285440362757734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=3190285440362757734' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/3190285440362757734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/3190285440362757734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/fernando-pessoa_19.html' title='Fernando Pessoa~'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7uFm4gPrhI/AAAAAAAAACU/6XHKlnbXS2g/s72-c/17_01_mascaras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-743364422553983543</id><published>2008-02-19T22:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Imago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7uD4YgPrgI/AAAAAAAAACM/FXh_2KpLDfc/s1600-h/sdgsgd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168870002011385346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7uD4YgPrgI/AAAAAAAAACM/FXh_2KpLDfc/s400/sdgsgd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ima ..........ginação fértil que te faz presente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ge ........................rminando nos sonhos a semente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.........................................ais venenosa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A imagem de um simples corpo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refletida por espelhos curiosos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragmentos da realidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nunca existiu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas M.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-743364422553983543?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/743364422553983543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=743364422553983543' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/743364422553983543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/743364422553983543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/imago.html' title='Imago'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7uD4YgPrgI/AAAAAAAAACM/FXh_2KpLDfc/s72-c/sdgsgd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-6121186134864236068</id><published>2008-02-19T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7uAGYgPrfI/AAAAAAAAACE/yQZ7grqUrN8/s1600-h/dsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168865844483042802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7uAGYgPrfI/AAAAAAAAACE/yQZ7grqUrN8/s400/dsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tão abstrata é a idéia do teu ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me vem de te olhar, que, ao entreter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os meus olhos nos teus, perco-os de vista,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nada fica em meu olhar, e dista&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teu corpo do meu ver tão longemente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a idéia do teu ser fica tão rente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao meu pensar olhar-te, e ao saber-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabendo que tu és, que, só por ter-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consciente de ti, nem a mim sinto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim, neste ignorar-me a ver-te, minto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ilusão da sensação, e sonho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te vendo, nem vendo, nem sabendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que te vejo, ou sequer que sou, risonho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do interior crepúsculo tristonho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em que sinto que sonho o que me sinto sendo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(entrelinhas das entrelinhas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-6121186134864236068?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6121186134864236068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=6121186134864236068' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/6121186134864236068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/6121186134864236068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/fernando-pessoa.html' title='Fernando Pessoa~'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7uAGYgPrfI/AAAAAAAAACE/yQZ7grqUrN8/s72-c/dsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-7290499790637607034</id><published>2008-02-19T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>"O poeta pede ao seu amor que lhe escreva."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7t_J4gPreI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AN2fkPGom74/s1600-h/mulher%20no%20mar%20presa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168864805100957154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7t_J4gPreI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AN2fkPGom74/s400/mulher%2520no%2520mar%2520presa.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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor de minhas entranhas, morte viva,&lt;br /&gt;em vão espero tua palavra escrita&lt;br /&gt;e penso,com a flor que se murcha,&lt;br /&gt;que se vivo sem mim quero perder-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ar é imortal. A pedra inerte&lt;br /&gt;nem conhecea sombra nem a evita.&lt;br /&gt;Coração interior não necessita&lt;br /&gt;o mel gelado que a lua verte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém eu te sofri. Rasguei-me as veias,&lt;br /&gt;tigre e pomba, sobre tua cintura&lt;br /&gt;em duelo de kordiscos e açucenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enche, pois, de palavras minha loucura&lt;br /&gt; ou deixa-me viver em minha serena&lt;br /&gt; noite da alma para sempre escura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;=Frederico García Lorca=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-7290499790637607034?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7290499790637607034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=7290499790637607034' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/7290499790637607034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/7290499790637607034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-poeta-pede-ao-seu-amor-que-lhe.html' title='&quot;O poeta pede ao seu amor que lhe escreva.&quot;'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7t_J4gPreI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AN2fkPGom74/s72-c/mulher%2520no%2520mar%2520presa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-7915973549584654864</id><published>2008-02-18T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:40.221-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kL9ogPrdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/E2UXqGz1V_w/s1600-h/%E0%20espera.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168175200856944082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kL9ogPrdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/E2UXqGz1V_w/s400/%25E0%2520espera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo mudou de repente.&lt;br /&gt;A noite virou dia e o dia não existe mais.&lt;br /&gt;O presente virou futuro e o futuro não existe mais.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se transformou num grande labirinto.&lt;br /&gt;Bem aventurados aqueles que chegam ao final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não haviam serpentes no paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;só anjos e sonhos e nuvens e versos.&lt;br /&gt;Antes nem desespero nem angústia.&lt;br /&gt;Agora...&lt;br /&gt;E agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora Há ácido solvente nas entranhas,&lt;br /&gt;Há água ardente nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Há carnificina no cérebro,&lt;br /&gt;Há impureza no tato,&lt;br /&gt;Há estupidez nas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa lentamente pela tela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-7915973549584654864?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7915973549584654864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=7915973549584654864' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/7915973549584654864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/7915973549584654864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kL9ogPrdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/E2UXqGz1V_w/s72-c/%25E0%2520espera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-8181518523986214424</id><published>2008-02-18T01:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:23.017-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Afluir-me a ti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kLOYgPrcI/AAAAAAAAABs/7oY6t_EUClc/s1600-h/hfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168174389108125122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kLOYgPrcI/AAAAAAAAABs/7oY6t_EUClc/s400/hfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cortei-me os dedos.&lt;br /&gt;As gotas escuras escorrem no papel.&lt;br /&gt;E nos olhos cor de abóbora,&lt;br /&gt;uma singela lágrima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na parede a silhueta de uma máscara&lt;br /&gt;Desafiando qualquer mistério.&lt;br /&gt;Tão medonha, porém tão frágil&lt;br /&gt;quanto um véu de tarlatana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na colisão do meu olhar fugaz, o fulgor.&lt;br /&gt;Na intimação das suas palavras, a descoberta.&lt;br /&gt;No desejo algoz, a cleptomania de querer o nubente.&lt;br /&gt;Na mente, o peso da culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentre mãos alheias envolvo-me, agora.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas por um fino raio d’aurora.&lt;br /&gt;Deus me tantaliza, austero.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração enleado no meio dos trilhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar-me-ei algures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-8181518523986214424?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8181518523986214424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=8181518523986214424' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8181518523986214424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/8181518523986214424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/afluir-me-ti.html' title='Afluir-me a ti.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kLOYgPrcI/AAAAAAAAABs/7oY6t_EUClc/s72-c/hfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-2250072553757242622</id><published>2008-02-18T01:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.432-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Amplexos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kKKogPrbI/AAAAAAAAABk/jX-TNFShhgY/s1600-h/abraco_eterno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168173225171987890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kKKogPrbI/AAAAAAAAABk/jX-TNFShhgY/s400/abraco_eterno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Alvos, fortes laços.&lt;br /&gt;Garras&lt;br /&gt;Embaraços nos meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Há! Braços os teus.&lt;br /&gt;Suspiros, momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quatro braços em um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Em um silêncio o descompasso&lt;br /&gt;O amparo inocente de um irmão,&lt;br /&gt;O veneno ardente do escorpião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os teus braços com desvelo&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus braços avessos&lt;br /&gt;Desejos desiguais.&lt;br /&gt;Uns tão puros.&lt;br /&gt;Outros tão carnais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um casulo o abrigo.&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço amigo em braços proibidos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas apesar disso de tudo e daquilo,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas contigo,&lt;br /&gt;E só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-2250072553757242622?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2250072553757242622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=2250072553757242622' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/2250072553757242622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/2250072553757242622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/amplexos.html' title='Amplexos'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kKKogPrbI/AAAAAAAAABk/jX-TNFShhgY/s72-c/abraco_eterno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-1821263705770651175</id><published>2008-02-18T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.432-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>pós-morte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kI1IgPraI/AAAAAAAAABc/kK74pz2sYIg/s1600-h/hfh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168171756293172642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kI1IgPraI/AAAAAAAAABc/kK74pz2sYIg/s400/hfh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atormentado por vozes que me perseguem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entorpecido por pesadelos intermináveis, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando vou acordar? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus dias passam lentamente... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto-me vazio, perdido de mim mesmo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde está minha alma? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por onde vaga meu espírito? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-1821263705770651175?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1821263705770651175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=1821263705770651175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1821263705770651175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/1821263705770651175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps-morte.html' title='pós-morte.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kI1IgPraI/AAAAAAAAABc/kK74pz2sYIg/s72-c/hfh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-3078925895251672328</id><published>2008-02-18T01:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.432-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Perdido num pesadelo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kHVYgPrZI/AAAAAAAAABU/GElc-tBpljw/s1600-h/foisot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168170111320698258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kHVYgPrZI/AAAAAAAAABU/GElc-tBpljw/s400/foisot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cansado de vagar na escuridão, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;procurando por lembranças que perdi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estais em todos os lugares e em lugar nenhum &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;és a esperança do eterno, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;és a certeza de um fim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-3078925895251672328?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3078925895251672328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=3078925895251672328' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/3078925895251672328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/3078925895251672328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/perdido-num-pesadelo.html' title='Perdido num pesadelo.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kHVYgPrZI/AAAAAAAAABU/GElc-tBpljw/s72-c/foisot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-4996153148341086114</id><published>2008-02-18T01:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:08:02.432-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Egoísmo fatal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kGS4gPrYI/AAAAAAAAABM/QO7C7NxPjzc/s1600-h/fsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168168968859397506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kGS4gPrYI/AAAAAAAAABM/QO7C7NxPjzc/s400/fsf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vc foi embora.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e agora? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e raios da aurora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e sonhos de outrora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e os planos? as fantasias?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e agora? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cadê a lua daqui?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ruas tão escuras.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cadê a luz daqui? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estrelas tão frias.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e agora eu choro...e continuo chorando, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e olho e vejo e sinto.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o egoísmo das lembranças, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;causam a dor da saudade.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cadê você?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já foi embora.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e agora? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e raios da aurora? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e sonhos de outrora? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e os planos? as fantasias? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... foram contigo pra nunca mais voltar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-4996153148341086114?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4996153148341086114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=4996153148341086114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4996153148341086114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4996153148341086114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/egosmo-fatal.html' title='Egoísmo fatal.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kGS4gPrYI/AAAAAAAAABM/QO7C7NxPjzc/s72-c/fsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-3326169724707856012</id><published>2008-02-18T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:10:54.780-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Silêncios..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kFaIgPrXI/AAAAAAAAABE/_p1_zmbh4Fo/s1600-h/somsilencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168167993901821298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kFaIgPrXI/AAAAAAAAABE/_p1_zmbh4Fo/s400/somsilencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada se move.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada se transforma..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo é estático,monocromático.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esfereográfico, enigmático. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas M. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-3326169724707856012?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3326169724707856012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=3326169724707856012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/3326169724707856012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/3326169724707856012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/silncios.html' title='Silêncios..'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7kFaIgPrXI/AAAAAAAAABE/_p1_zmbh4Fo/s72-c/somsilencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936774294458087571.post-4580223429211992883</id><published>2008-02-18T00:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:07:28.315-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Eco interior.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7j_G4gPrRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WfjPF3s9sRc/s1600-h/Scream1m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168161066119572754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7j_G4gPrRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WfjPF3s9sRc/s400/Scream1m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vozes que vêm de dentro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha sina, meu tormento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urram com fervor estraçalhando minha calma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemidos amargos,rancorosos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;despertam meus medos e pesadelos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vozes que lutam por libertar-se de minh'alma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esquizofrenia crônica que me põe ,insano &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numa psicose deletéria que corrói meus nervos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vozes que entoam aleluias meloancólicas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vozes de Deuses e demônios! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vozes de dor e de tortura! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vozes de Vivos e Mortos! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vozes de medo e de loucura! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vozes, apenas vozes.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nada mais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936774294458087571-4580223429211992883?l=merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4580223429211992883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936774294458087571&amp;postID=4580223429211992883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4580223429211992883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936774294458087571/posts/default/4580223429211992883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merceariadepalavras.blogspot.com/2008/02/eco-interior.html' title='Eco interior.'/><author><name>Lucas M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768114603646815140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KH-adqLb-Mo/R7j_G4gPrRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WfjPF3s9sRc/s72-c/Scream1m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
