<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629</id><updated>2011-11-20T11:04:14.329-02:00</updated><category term='criada em 24/08/2006'/><title type='text'>Meu Barquinho</title><subtitle type='html'>Meu Barquinho</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-2773613948861279654</id><published>2011-11-20T11:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:04:14.350-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***Porque?***</title><content type='html'>Porque disse que amava, se depois me feriu com teu desprezo...&lt;br /&gt;Porque disse que amava, se depois só me fez chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Porque disse que amava, se depois foi embora...&lt;br /&gt;Porque disse que amava, se depois maltratou tanto meu coração, &lt;br /&gt;E agora ele esta sofrendo, sozinho, pois só bate por amar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nXTL1YVqLQ8/Tsj6k_YAEZI/AAAAAAAAFJY/jLEigGGkjno/s1600/29202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="382" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nXTL1YVqLQ8/Tsj6k_YAEZI/AAAAAAAAFJY/jLEigGGkjno/s400/29202.jpg" /&gt;&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/27160629-2773613948861279654?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2773613948861279654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=2773613948861279654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2773613948861279654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2773613948861279654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/porque.html' title='***Porque?***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nXTL1YVqLQ8/Tsj6k_YAEZI/AAAAAAAAFJY/jLEigGGkjno/s72-c/29202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-6055032640480089042</id><published>2011-11-20T10:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:59:00.580-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***Silêncio***</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl99Nl14Y7Y/Tsj4DBH1ajI/AAAAAAAAFJM/BLZzGS7vIK4/s1600/images%2B%252814%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" width="183" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl99Nl14Y7Y/Tsj4DBH1ajI/AAAAAAAAFJM/BLZzGS7vIK4/s400/images%2B%252814%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calar-se as vezes é a melhor solução&lt;br /&gt;Calar-se as vezes é a pior escolha&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio foi o assassino do nosso amor...&lt;br /&gt;O teu silêncio contra a minha voz&lt;br /&gt;O teu silêncio contra a minha coragem&lt;br /&gt;O teu silêncio contra o meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente o teu silêncio foi o vencedor&lt;br /&gt;desta guerra, em que o meu amor perdeu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-6055032640480089042?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6055032640480089042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=6055032640480089042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6055032640480089042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6055032640480089042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/silencio.html' title='***Silêncio***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl99Nl14Y7Y/Tsj4DBH1ajI/AAAAAAAAFJM/BLZzGS7vIK4/s72-c/images%2B%252814%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-5454934935714464583</id><published>2011-11-20T10:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:37:55.900-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***O FIM***</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9iQkIvfsPs/Tsjz7XM2GBI/AAAAAAAAFIo/I05K_bmnANM/s1600/0086.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" width="350" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9iQkIvfsPs/Tsjz7XM2GBI/AAAAAAAAFIo/I05K_bmnANM/s400/0086.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim a verdade jorrou em palavras ásperas e de modo violento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ele se foi...depois de tudo que vivemos, de tudo de superamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não somos mais um, na verdade acho que nunca fomos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso não passava de uma ilusão de um delírio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do mais profundo amor que mais uma vez, só eu sentia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os nossos planos, e os nossos sonhos, a nossa musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais importa agora, tudo faz parte de um passado tão próximo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que parece que foi ontem, e isso, é que faz com que a dor aumente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais...cada vez mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-5454934935714464583?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5454934935714464583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=5454934935714464583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/5454934935714464583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/5454934935714464583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-fim.html' title='***O FIM***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9iQkIvfsPs/Tsjz7XM2GBI/AAAAAAAAFIo/I05K_bmnANM/s72-c/0086.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-1739493483887173585</id><published>2011-11-20T10:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:39:17.577-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***Regando...Beijando***</title><content type='html'>Assim como a flor precisa de água&lt;br /&gt;O amor precisa do beijo...&lt;br /&gt;O beijo é água que rega o amor&lt;br /&gt;Não existe medida certa&lt;br /&gt;Mas é importante regar diariamente&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que é preciso exagerar, &lt;br /&gt;Regar de manhã, a tarde e a noitinha&lt;br /&gt;Há outros em que uma regadinha basta&lt;br /&gt;O importante repito é regar todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Para que o amor só cresça, não morra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0GSMvCS_3o/Tsj0764YIcI/AAAAAAAAFI0/mb3M7a6Wlmg/s1600/bj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" width="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0GSMvCS_3o/Tsj0764YIcI/AAAAAAAAFI0/mb3M7a6Wlmg/s400/bj.jpg" /&gt;&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/27160629-1739493483887173585?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1739493483887173585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=1739493483887173585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1739493483887173585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1739493483887173585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/11/regandobeijando.html' title='***Regando...Beijando***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0GSMvCS_3o/Tsj0764YIcI/AAAAAAAAFI0/mb3M7a6Wlmg/s72-c/bj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-2225389671087656581</id><published>2011-08-30T13:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:05:09.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Ser Criança***</title><content type='html'>Ser criança é ter sempre um sorriso estampado no rosto...uma bala escondida no bolso...um brinquedo preferido...um segredo revelado...um amigo adorado...um amor...um presente...um passado...ser criança é ter um futuro planejado....sonhar alto...&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hoc7okM60Fc/Tl0KFLmFHYI/AAAAAAAAEqc/sMrjFGN9U8Q/s1600/p%25C3%25A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hoc7okM60Fc/Tl0KFLmFHYI/AAAAAAAAEqc/sMrjFGN9U8Q/s400/p%25C3%25A9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-2225389671087656581?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2225389671087656581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=2225389671087656581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2225389671087656581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2225389671087656581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/ser-crianca.html' title='***Ser Criança***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hoc7okM60Fc/Tl0KFLmFHYI/AAAAAAAAEqc/sMrjFGN9U8Q/s72-c/p%25C3%25A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-7966592282369404915</id><published>2011-08-24T13:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:28:33.888-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Alma de Poeta***</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1PiYlRWwJc/TlUmg6QNPMI/AAAAAAAAEqM/4wTUPg1Woo4/s1600/0200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1PiYlRWwJc/TlUmg6QNPMI/AAAAAAAAEqM/4wTUPg1Woo4/s400/0200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será possível captar a alma de um poeta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela que esboça emoções suas ou alheias no papel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse uma linda pintura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora cheia de brilho e cor, ora sem cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora negra de sofrimento, ora em êxtase do puro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é possível captar a alma de um poeta?&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/27160629-7966592282369404915?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7966592282369404915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=7966592282369404915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/7966592282369404915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/7966592282369404915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/alma-de-poeta.html' title='***Alma de Poeta***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1PiYlRWwJc/TlUmg6QNPMI/AAAAAAAAEqM/4wTUPg1Woo4/s72-c/0200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-3705948123235652818</id><published>2011-08-24T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:25:22.404-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Pra vc, Rs t***</title><content type='html'>O vento trouxe uma surpresa nesta manhã&lt;br /&gt;Com o despertar do dia, ouvindo os pássaros em minha janela&lt;br /&gt;Recebi sua visita, tão esperada...&lt;br /&gt;Senti sua falta, de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Você foi alguém que me compreendeu, sem nem mesmo me conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Me cativou , compartilhou comigo sentimentos de alegria e dor&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos duetos, replicas e treplicas de nossa vidas em papel&lt;br /&gt;Explorando cada pedacinho de nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;Dividindo, somando e multiplicando emoções&lt;br /&gt;Este pássaro negro que esta a te rondar, de a ele um recado meu,&lt;br /&gt;diga que ordeno que ele vá, pois ainda temos muito a replicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass: menininha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-3705948123235652818?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3705948123235652818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=3705948123235652818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3705948123235652818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3705948123235652818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/pra-vc-rs-t.html' title='***Pra vc, Rs t***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-8999563586242038290</id><published>2011-08-24T13:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:14:19.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Namoro Virtual***</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1zxzvn4fLc/TlZ0zMThqmI/AAAAAAAAEqU/kTtCcs-XnkY/s1600/images%2B%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" width="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1zxzvn4fLc/TlZ0zMThqmI/AAAAAAAAEqU/kTtCcs-XnkY/s400/images%2B%25285%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na era da tecnologia, até namoro virtual&lt;br /&gt;Sem romance, sem toque, sem ritual&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer um, a qualquer hora, só teclar&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o flerte&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o fogo&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o carinho&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o gosto&lt;br /&gt;Um teclado, um monitor&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro continuar fora desta nova moda&lt;br /&gt;Sou jurássica quando se fala de viver um amor&lt;br /&gt;Quero beijo na boca&lt;br /&gt;E não no computador...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-8999563586242038290?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8999563586242038290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=8999563586242038290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/8999563586242038290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/8999563586242038290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/namoro-virtual.html' title='***Namoro Virtual***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1zxzvn4fLc/TlZ0zMThqmI/AAAAAAAAEqU/kTtCcs-XnkY/s72-c/images%2B%25285%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-2049063691604779590</id><published>2011-08-24T13:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:14:41.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Acróstico - Odair Jr***</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHwhM8uVwb8/TlUjPiPx_1I/AAAAAAAAEqE/EbEEBQdzE_Q/s1600/ju.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="345" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHwhM8uVwb8/TlUjPiPx_1I/AAAAAAAAEqE/EbEEBQdzE_Q/s400/ju.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O utrora não havia em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;D ádiva tão especial quanto&lt;br /&gt;A de ter você&lt;br /&gt;I ncrível como se parece comigo&lt;br /&gt;R isonho tanto quanto eu&lt;br /&gt;J unto de você aprendi a ser mãe&lt;br /&gt;U nicamente sua, sua mainha&lt;br /&gt;N unca desejei tanto algo na vida, como quiz você&lt;br /&gt;I nesperadamente você estava aqui, dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;O ntém te pegava no colo, hoje você me dá colo&lt;br /&gt;R esta a mim te amar, cuidar e sempre chamar de meu bebê, meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              FILHO!&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/27160629-2049063691604779590?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2049063691604779590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=2049063691604779590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2049063691604779590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2049063691604779590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/acrostico-odair-jr.html' title='***Acróstico - Odair Jr***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHwhM8uVwb8/TlUjPiPx_1I/AAAAAAAAEqE/EbEEBQdzE_Q/s72-c/ju.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-2345683007006441493</id><published>2011-08-24T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:52:46.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***FRASES FAMOSAS***</title><content type='html'>Amigo autêntico é aquele que mesmo sabendo td sobre vc ainda continua sendo seu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Donald Cobain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quando se quer saber a verdade sobre alguém, essa deve ser a última pessoa a ser consultada”&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Gregory House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acredite nas mentiras que falam sobre mim...&lt;br /&gt;Acredite nas verdades que eu falo sobre você! "&lt;br /&gt;Cassio Shady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas brilhantes falam sobre idéias.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas medíocres falam sobre coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas pequenas falam sobre outras pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Dick Corrigan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-2345683007006441493?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2345683007006441493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=2345683007006441493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2345683007006441493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2345683007006441493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/frases-famosas.html' title='***FRASES FAMOSAS***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-8701160084547726913</id><published>2011-01-27T19:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:06:35.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***AmOr InFaNtiL***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TUHnVwvfJ9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/uPA_jIoTWyQ/s1600/0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TUHnVwvfJ9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/uPA_jIoTWyQ/s400/0046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566984975453988818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcamos na frente da padaria do bairro&lt;br /&gt;Combinei com uma amiga para ir comigo&lt;br /&gt;Não podia ir sozinha mamãe não deixaria&lt;br /&gt;As 19h00min, combinado, ok.&lt;br /&gt;Quando cheguei, ele já estava lá,&lt;br /&gt;Todo arrumadinho, cheiroso, melhor camisa&lt;br /&gt;A de missa...&lt;br /&gt;Paramos perto do orelhão,&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga fingiu ligar para alguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava tremula gelada, suando&lt;br /&gt;Ele me olhou depois abaixando a cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;Como que querendo se esconder&lt;br /&gt;Disse:&lt;br /&gt;-Você quer namorar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu fingindo não ouvir, disse:&lt;br /&gt;-o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Ele repetiu encabulado, mas com segurança:&lt;br /&gt;-Quer ser minha namorada?&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava no céu e ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;No inferno...&lt;br /&gt;Disse que sim com a cabeça, não tinha coragem&lt;br /&gt;De olhar para ele, vai que ele me beijasse&lt;br /&gt;Ali na frente da padaria do Sr Miguel,&lt;br /&gt;E se alguém nos visse, era muito perigoso.&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga nos fez lembrar da hora,&lt;br /&gt;Despedimos-nos simplesmente com um tchau.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha 12 anos, faz 20 anos,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca cheguei a beijá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca cheguei a ser sua namorada&lt;br /&gt;A não ser em meus sonhos e lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;Tempinho bom, ingenuidade de criança&lt;br /&gt;Ate hoje imagino como teria sido&lt;br /&gt;Se vencesse meu medo e entregasse e ele&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia estava fazendo compras com&lt;br /&gt;Meu marido e quase desmaio quando me deparei com ele&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhado da filha e da esposa...&lt;br /&gt;Estava lindo, com roupa de missa,&lt;br /&gt;Pude sentir seu cheiro, quando passou&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos nos olhando ate que ambos os&lt;br /&gt;Pares perceberam e disfarçamos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda dei uma olhadinha para trás&lt;br /&gt;E para surpresa ele também estava olhando&lt;br /&gt;E sorriu como se dissesse&lt;br /&gt;Eu também me lembro... Eu também imagino!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-8701160084547726913?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8701160084547726913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=8701160084547726913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/8701160084547726913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/8701160084547726913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-infantil.html' title='***AmOr InFaNtiL***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TUHnVwvfJ9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/uPA_jIoTWyQ/s72-c/0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-6689029310158106030</id><published>2011-01-27T19:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:42:55.759-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***pOeSiA***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TUHm0BRyqMI/AAAAAAAAETI/qi-zvUjG_WY/s1600/0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TUHm0BRyqMI/AAAAAAAAETI/qi-zvUjG_WY/s400/0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566984395777288386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nudez dos sentimentos revelados nas palavras, emaranhados nas rimas e levando emoções a quem por eles passar os olhos...poesia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-6689029310158106030?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6689029310158106030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=6689029310158106030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6689029310158106030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6689029310158106030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/01/poesia.html' title='***pOeSiA***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TUHm0BRyqMI/AAAAAAAAETI/qi-zvUjG_WY/s72-c/0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-1988854565038410433</id><published>2011-01-24T15:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:49:58.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TT27vN_JbPI/AAAAAAAAESw/Se6MjWWFGFM/s1600/0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TT27vN_JbPI/AAAAAAAAESw/Se6MjWWFGFM/s400/0088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565811134382566642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo esta errado&lt;br /&gt;Meu sexto sentido me diz&lt;br /&gt;Esta acontecendo alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Que vai me deixar infeliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças do passado &lt;br /&gt;Fantasma que não some&lt;br /&gt;Nos sonhos  e ate acordada&lt;br /&gt;Angustia no peito, me consome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dúvidas, ciúmes, traição&lt;br /&gt;Doença, Loucura, retidão&lt;br /&gt;Parece ser verdade&lt;br /&gt;Ou será somente ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tenho esta sensação?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei explicar&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar esta frio e longe&lt;br /&gt;A solidão quer me dominar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-1988854565038410433?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1988854565038410433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=1988854565038410433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1988854565038410433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1988854565038410433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/01/algo-esta-errado-meu-sexto-sentido-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TT27vN_JbPI/AAAAAAAAESw/Se6MjWWFGFM/s72-c/0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-3464902228651112995</id><published>2011-01-23T19:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:34:40.193-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***VaZiO***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TTye4Ik2KOI/AAAAAAAAESM/JoQ0LTvfOp0/s1600/0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TTye4Ik2KOI/AAAAAAAAESM/JoQ0LTvfOp0/s400/0097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565497926734981346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coração ausente, solidão presente!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-3464902228651112995?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3464902228651112995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=3464902228651112995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3464902228651112995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3464902228651112995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/01/vazio.html' title='***VaZiO***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TTye4Ik2KOI/AAAAAAAAESM/JoQ0LTvfOp0/s72-c/0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-2499920118096639415</id><published>2011-01-21T07:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:21:38.276-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***ViStIdO FrOrIdO***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TTlQGnSTSTI/AAAAAAAAERs/sK_4EtNDrR4/s1600/vestido.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TTlQGnSTSTI/AAAAAAAAERs/sK_4EtNDrR4/s400/vestido.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564566889148139826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocê me deu um vistido frorido&lt;br /&gt;Mai eu num quero usa&lt;br /&gt;O danado é muito curto&lt;br /&gt;Minhas perna vai mostra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocê é muito ciumento&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou muito vergonhosa&lt;br /&gt;Que que eu uso o tar vistido&lt;br /&gt;De braço dado todo prosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois intaum ta dicidido&lt;br /&gt;O vistido vo bota&lt;br /&gt;O sinho num se arecrami&lt;br /&gt;Si  os omi assobia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-2499920118096639415?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2499920118096639415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=2499920118096639415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2499920118096639415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2499920118096639415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/01/vistido-frorido.html' title='***ViStIdO FrOrIdO***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TTlQGnSTSTI/AAAAAAAAERs/sK_4EtNDrR4/s72-c/vestido.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-6237027063942577781</id><published>2011-01-21T07:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:05:48.935-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***ChUvA dE vErÃo***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TTlMWty7gAI/AAAAAAAAERk/DYfsiXgOXD4/s1600/0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TTlMWty7gAI/AAAAAAAAERk/DYfsiXgOXD4/s400/0451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564562767727001602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rua viro mar&lt;br /&gt;O quintar parece piscina&lt;br /&gt;As parede tão moiada&lt;br /&gt;Essa é nossa cina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A água tão amiga&lt;br /&gt;Denovo é uma vilã&lt;br /&gt;Vira nossa inimiga&lt;br /&gt;De noite e de manhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidas se perdero&lt;br /&gt;Os zoio taum chorano&lt;br /&gt;O povo sofreno&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém acreditano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquanto isso os político&lt;br /&gt;Pega o jatim&lt;br /&gt;Parti pra disny&lt;br /&gt;Pra brinca no parquim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vo junta um dindin&lt;br /&gt;Vo faze natação&lt;br /&gt;Num quero morre&lt;br /&gt;Na próxima chuva de verão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-6237027063942577781?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6237027063942577781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=6237027063942577781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6237027063942577781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6237027063942577781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2011/01/chuva-de-verao.html' title='***ChUvA dE vErÃo***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TTlMWty7gAI/AAAAAAAAERk/DYfsiXgOXD4/s72-c/0451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-2530691432019518387</id><published>2010-12-22T09:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:57:31.899-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TRHnkUONofI/AAAAAAAAEQY/TSvd32qrHOw/s1600/barco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TRHnkUONofI/AAAAAAAAEQY/TSvd32qrHOw/s400/barco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553474426614161906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************MEU BARQUINHO**********************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-2530691432019518387?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2530691432019518387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=2530691432019518387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2530691432019518387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2530691432019518387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2010/12/meu-barquinho.html' title=''/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TRHnkUONofI/AAAAAAAAEQY/TSvd32qrHOw/s72-c/barco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-1907543356697734635</id><published>2010-09-23T09:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:52:20.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Nesta Sala***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TJtNJQ_iu1I/AAAAAAAAEHE/DTq9uNcYxcE/s1600/grupos01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TJtNJQ_iu1I/AAAAAAAAEHE/DTq9uNcYxcE/s400/grupos01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520090589848320850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um com olhar esticado, outro curtinho, olhos verdes, castanhos e pretinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Um tem o sorriso timido, outra é uma gargalhada.&lt;br /&gt;Um com muita tradição, outro bem moderno, tanta gente, tudo parecido e tudo diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Um quer ser pai, outro doutor, uma professora e outro coordenador.&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma que busca um amor e outra que quer uma familia pra cuidar.&lt;br /&gt;Um quer terminar os estudos, outra o mundo inteiro viajar.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que foram plantados, regados e serão colhidos.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sonhar junto é mais fácil, porque sonhar aqui é sempre permitido!&lt;br /&gt;Nesta sala tanta esperança, objetivos, crescimento e conhecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta sala a equação é a soma de experiências, dividida pela multiplicação dos talentos.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta sala sentimentos a flor da pele.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta sala o começo do recomeço...O todo buscando tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Nesta sala tanta gente ... Tudo parecido e tudo tão diferente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-1907543356697734635?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1907543356697734635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=1907543356697734635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1907543356697734635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1907543356697734635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2010/09/nesta-sala.html' title='***Nesta Sala***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TJtNJQ_iu1I/AAAAAAAAEHE/DTq9uNcYxcE/s72-c/grupos01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-4181331353875183538</id><published>2010-08-13T09:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:27:43.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Frases Famosas II***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TGU6Nu1aQOI/AAAAAAAAEAA/B7w6s0JdV_Q/s1600/meu+barco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TGU6Nu1aQOI/AAAAAAAAEAA/B7w6s0JdV_Q/s400/meu+barco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504870127115059426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma poderosa ferramenta para nos ajudar a gerir com habilidade a nossa vida é perguntar antes de cada ato se isso no trará felicidade. isso vale desde a hora de decidir se vamos ou não usar drogas até se vamos ou não comer aquele terceiro pedaço de torta de banana com creme. [ Dalai Lama ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vingança não vai reduzir ou prevenir o mal, porque ele já aconteceu. [ Dalai Lama ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A arte de escutar é como uma luz que dissipa a escuridão da ignorância. [ Dalai Lama ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer transformar o mundo, mexa primeiro em seu interior. [ Dalai Lama ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para lidar com o sofrimento é preciso perceber que ele faz parte da nossa vida. [ Dalai Lama ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada garante que no futuro teremos uma vida melhor e mais feliz do que a que vivemos hoje. [ Dalai Lama ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só existem dois dias no ano em que você não pode fazer nada pela sua vida: Ontem e Amanhã. [ Dalai Lama ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando morremos, nada pode ser levado conosco, com a exceção das sementes lançadas por nosso trabalho e do nosso conhecimento. [ Dalai Lama ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorda que a melhor relação é aquela na que o amor por cada um excede a necessidade pelo outro. [ Dalai Lama ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-4181331353875183538?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4181331353875183538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=4181331353875183538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/4181331353875183538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/4181331353875183538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2010/08/frases-famosas-ii.html' title='***Frases Famosas II***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/TGU6Nu1aQOI/AAAAAAAAEAA/B7w6s0JdV_Q/s72-c/meu+barco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-3291062207901072825</id><published>2010-08-13T08:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:15:55.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Frases Famosas***</title><content type='html'>As coisas se desprenderam de mim. Eu prolonguei certos desejos; eu perdi amigos, alguns para a morte... outros pela incapacidade de atravessar a rua. [ Virginia Woolf ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas procuram os padres; outras a poesia; eu os meus amigos. [ Virginia Woolf ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é aquele que sabe tudo a seu respeito e, mesmo assim, ainda gosta de você. [ Kin Hubbard ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que disserem, meus verdadeiros amigos sempre esperaram por mim. Obs.: Trecho de Esperando por Mim. [ Renato Russo ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter alguém com quem conversar. Alguém que depois não use o que eu disse contra mim. Obs.: Trecho de Andrea Doria. [ Renato Russo ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nos fosse dado o poder mágico de ler na mente uns dos outros, o primeiro efeito seria sem dúvida o fim de todas as amizades. [ Bertrand Russell ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As amizades renovadas exigem mais cuidados do que aquelas que nunca foram interrompidas. [ Duque de La Rochefoucauld ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior covardia de um homem é despertar o amor de uma mulher sem ter a intenção de amá-la. [ Bob Marley ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo é o uma amável travessura criada pela natureza para nos calar quando as palavras se tornam supérfluas. [ Ingrid Bergman ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é encontrar na felicidade de outrem a própria felicidade. [ Gottfried Leibniz ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-3291062207901072825?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3291062207901072825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=3291062207901072825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3291062207901072825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3291062207901072825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2010/08/frases-famosas.html' title='***Frases Famosas***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-1004279471811726744</id><published>2009-12-12T12:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:00:55.160-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***Homem Perfeito***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOwIIIfAvI/AAAAAAAADd4/b8ai06BBLR8/s1600-h/011713BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOwIIIfAvI/AAAAAAAADd4/b8ai06BBLR8/s400/011713BL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414364830697980658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua paciência é perfeita para aturar &lt;br /&gt;a minha teimosia&lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras são perfeitas para acabar &lt;br /&gt;com minhas dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;Seu desejo é perfeito para saciar&lt;br /&gt;a minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Sua compreensão é perfeita para &lt;br /&gt;acalmar o meu choro&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo é perfeito para&lt;br /&gt;abraçar a minha insegurança&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos são perfeitos para&lt;br /&gt;entender os meus&lt;br /&gt;Sua boca é perfeita para&lt;br /&gt;beijar a minha&lt;br /&gt;Sua mão é perfeita para&lt;br /&gt;embalar meu sono&lt;br /&gt;Seu amor é perfeito para completar &lt;br /&gt;o meu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-1004279471811726744?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1004279471811726744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=1004279471811726744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1004279471811726744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1004279471811726744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/12/homem-perfeito.html' title='***Homem Perfeito***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOwIIIfAvI/AAAAAAAADd4/b8ai06BBLR8/s72-c/011713BL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-3572346373460008533</id><published>2009-12-12T12:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:52:42.514-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***Lamúria***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOuM0BBfLI/AAAAAAAADdo/Jp-LdCSK_0Q/s1600-h/asas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOuM0BBfLI/AAAAAAAADdo/Jp-LdCSK_0Q/s400/asas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414362712174066866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAR DE LÁGRIMAS&lt;br /&gt;ONDAS TORTUOSAS&lt;br /&gt;OUÇO A VOZ DO VENTO&lt;br /&gt;NESTA NOITE TRIBULOZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRISTEZA PROFUNDA&lt;br /&gt;PENSAMENTO DISTANTE&lt;br /&gt;INVASÃO DE SENTIMENTOS&lt;br /&gt;INCERTEZA CONSTANTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTE MUNDO TÃO PEQUENO&lt;br /&gt;PARA ESTA IMENSIDÃO&lt;br /&gt;FALTA ESPAÇO, SOBRA TEMPO&lt;br /&gt;ANSEIO, SOFRER DO MEU CORAÇÃO.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-3572346373460008533?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3572346373460008533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=3572346373460008533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3572346373460008533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3572346373460008533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/12/lamuria.html' title='***Lamúria***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOuM0BBfLI/AAAAAAAADdo/Jp-LdCSK_0Q/s72-c/asas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-6122219430892855719</id><published>2009-03-30T08:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:29:56.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCtJ2jBKUI/AAAAAAAABvg/yqExiqemqLg/s1600-h/barco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCtJ2jBKUI/AAAAAAAABvg/yqExiqemqLg/s320/barco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318941544697375042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-6122219430892855719?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6122219430892855719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=6122219430892855719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6122219430892855719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6122219430892855719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCtJ2jBKUI/AAAAAAAABvg/yqExiqemqLg/s72-c/barco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-1301094839218920550</id><published>2009-03-30T08:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:57:47.839-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOvZaF2f4I/AAAAAAAADdw/x5SdLknl-Zc/s1600-h/ht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOvZaF2f4I/AAAAAAAADdw/x5SdLknl-Zc/s400/ht.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414364028064923522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este clima mais frio de Outono&lt;br /&gt;Traz com o vento lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que o tempo estacione&lt;br /&gt;Parece mesmo que tudo acontece&lt;br /&gt;mais devagar.&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo quer parar,&lt;br /&gt;pra sentir o frio chegar.&lt;br /&gt;A brisa da madrugada que corta a pele&lt;br /&gt;Um agasalho e outro, um par de luvas&lt;br /&gt;Um cachecol, meu caderninho,&lt;br /&gt;Uma caneta,&lt;br /&gt;a bela paisagem das folhas&lt;br /&gt;caindo da copa das arvorés&lt;br /&gt;A grama coberta por gotas geladas&lt;br /&gt;Sorvete? Talvez&lt;br /&gt;As crianças correndo pra lá e&lt;br /&gt;pra cá tentando esquentar&lt;br /&gt;E nos dois aqui fugindo do barulho&lt;br /&gt;Para poder ouvir o frio chegar&lt;br /&gt;Será que você consegue ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Já posso ouvir o zzzzzz do vento&lt;br /&gt;Ou será meu pensamento?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-1301094839218920550?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1301094839218920550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=1301094839218920550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1301094839218920550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1301094839218920550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/frio.html' title='FRIO...'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOvZaF2f4I/AAAAAAAADdw/x5SdLknl-Zc/s72-c/ht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-4755949912900884375</id><published>2009-03-30T08:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:23:51.631-03:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrwD9qGdI/AAAAAAAABvQ/O1-7CWQXul0/s1600-h/imagesv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrwD9qGdI/AAAAAAAABvQ/O1-7CWQXul0/s320/imagesv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318940002110544338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é que esta aqui&lt;br /&gt;dentro do meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimento é este&lt;br /&gt;desconhecido, estranho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa sem gosto&lt;br /&gt;sem emoção, nem amor&lt;br /&gt;nem paixão, sem riso, nem lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Uma ferida tomou conta do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem beijo, nem abraço&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Sem calor, nem desejo&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de desejar&lt;br /&gt;Sem carinho, nem romance&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de flertar&lt;br /&gt;Sem vaidade, nem beleza&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de se arrumar&lt;br /&gt;Sem sono, nem fome&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de respirar&lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras, sem ritmo&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de rimar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-4755949912900884375?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4755949912900884375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=4755949912900884375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/4755949912900884375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/4755949912900884375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrwD9qGdI/AAAAAAAABvQ/O1-7CWQXul0/s72-c/imagesv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-4861427347884455458</id><published>2009-03-30T08:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:20:30.277-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A FLOR E O AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCq9EaEBLI/AAAAAAAABvA/hrNZgpY_74c/s1600-h/imagesr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCq9EaEBLI/AAAAAAAABvA/hrNZgpY_74c/s320/imagesr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318939126056354994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE QUE NO MAR EXISTA UMA FLOR,&lt;br /&gt;RARA DE COR E PERFUME INIGUALAVEIS&lt;br /&gt;E QUE PARA ENCONTRÁ-LA O HOMEM TENHA QUE ENFRENTAR UM MONSTRO MARINHO, PASSAR POR AREIAS MOVEDIÇAS, SE ARRISCAR NO MEIO DE TEMPESTADES, RAIOS E TROVÕES.......&lt;br /&gt;E MESMO ASSIM TODOS OS HOMENS DO MUNDO SACRIFICASSEM SUAS VIDAS PARA TER ESSA FLOR...&lt;br /&gt;É ASSIM QUE ENXERGO O AMOR&lt;br /&gt;UM SENTIMENTO TÃO BOM , GOSTOSO, MAS QUE PODE TRAZER LÁGRIMAS SE NÃO FOR CORRESPONDIDO, SOFRIMENTOS, E MESMO ASSIM, NÓS NÃO DEIXAMOS DE CORRER ATRÁS DESSA DÁDIVA, PARA SENTIR TODO AQUELE TURBILHÃO DE EMOÇÕES&lt;br /&gt;NOVAMENTE, OUTRA VEZ E OUTRA E OUTRA....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-4861427347884455458?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4861427347884455458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=4861427347884455458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/4861427347884455458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/4861427347884455458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/flor-e-o-amor.html' title='A FLOR E O AMOR'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCq9EaEBLI/AAAAAAAABvA/hrNZgpY_74c/s72-c/imagesr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-6089704698065011956</id><published>2009-03-30T08:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:18:02.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE É FAZER AMOR!!!!</title><content type='html'>QUANDO SE ESTÁ APAIXONADO&lt;br /&gt;A LUA FICA AINDA MAIS BELA&lt;br /&gt;COMO SE ISSO FOSSE POSSÍVEL&lt;br /&gt;A NECESSIDADE DE SEXO É MAIOR QUE A DE AMOR&lt;br /&gt;O SOL PARECE AQUECER MAIS QUE O NORMAL,&lt;br /&gt;O DESEJO IMPERA, SOBERANO E O CORPO RESPONDE PLEBEU&lt;br /&gt;UMA CACHOEIRA DE SENTIMENTOS DIVERSOS, CONFUSOS...&lt;br /&gt;MAS QUANDO A PAIXÃO SE TRANSFORMA EM ROMANCE&lt;br /&gt;AS FLORES EXALAM AQUELE PERFUME&lt;br /&gt;O SORRISO ESTAMPADO NO ROSTO E O CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;ABRE ESPAÇO PARA O AMOR, TÃO PURO SENTIMENTO&lt;br /&gt;A NECESSIDADE DE AMAR, CUIDAR, DE ESTAR JUNTO É&lt;br /&gt;TÃO INTENSA QUE JÁ NÃO HÁ MAIS NENHUMA VONTADE DE SEXO&lt;br /&gt;SÓ EXISTE O DESEJO DE EXECUTAR, PRATICAR E FAZER AMOR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-6089704698065011956?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6089704698065011956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=6089704698065011956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6089704698065011956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6089704698065011956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-e-fazer-amor.html' title='O QUE É FAZER AMOR!!!!'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-7228269304624151643</id><published>2009-03-30T08:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:21:06.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aonde está?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrHc4ZyAI/AAAAAAAABvI/vziy-qb_K4E/s1600-h/abandonado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrHc4ZyAI/AAAAAAAABvI/vziy-qb_K4E/s320/abandonado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318939304424753154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De frente com o mar me encontro agora&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei o que faço aqui&lt;br /&gt;Estava em teus braços outrora&lt;br /&gt;Mas já não os posso sentir&lt;br /&gt;As ondas parecem querer me levar&lt;br /&gt;Esta fria a água do mar&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria que elas pudessem&lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração te arrancar...&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria que elas fizessem &lt;br /&gt;A dor parar, a tristeza acabar&lt;br /&gt;De frente com o mar me encontro agora&lt;br /&gt;E você amor aonde está?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-7228269304624151643?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7228269304624151643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=7228269304624151643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/7228269304624151643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/7228269304624151643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/aonde-esta.html' title='Aonde está?'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrHc4ZyAI/AAAAAAAABvI/vziy-qb_K4E/s72-c/abandonado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-3819868933424320886</id><published>2009-03-30T07:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:03:40.268-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Um amor pra recordar***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sitedepoesias.com.br/imagens/poemas/30529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.sitedepoesias.com.br/imagens/poemas/30529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anjo"&lt;br /&gt;Hoje venho falar de um amor, este amor que ainda esta vivo aqui no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz a todo momento pensar nos porquês, nos motivos, razões para nossa separação.&lt;br /&gt;Este sentimento de perda só não é maior que o amor que habita constantemente meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Ele ainda esta vivo, mas tenho lutado contra este poder&lt;br /&gt;que o amor tem de infiltrar no sangue, no corpo, na alma da gente...&lt;br /&gt;E quando for apenas uma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Quando este amor fizer parte apenas&lt;br /&gt;Do meu passado ,&lt;br /&gt;Vou poder lembrar de quantas vezes agradeci a Deus por colocar você&lt;br /&gt;Em meu caminho...um anjo pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Você me ensinou a amar novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Me fez sorrir como criança&lt;br /&gt;Me deu colo como se eu fosse um bebê&lt;br /&gt;Me amou como ninguém jamais amou...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que sei, tenho certeza que você é&lt;br /&gt;Minha metade...minha outra parte...&lt;br /&gt;Isso é inégavel, é irreversível...&lt;br /&gt;Saio da sua vida, porque a vida quis assim...&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho certeza amor, que jamais sairei de seu de seu coração, assim como você&lt;br /&gt;Jamais saíra do meu....teremos sempre dias maravilhosos, momentos inesquecíveis de um amor para recordar!&lt;br /&gt;Porque lembrar é viver denovo!&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa dizer mais uma vez, pela última vez....&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo!&lt;br /&gt;Por cada gesto de carinho...por me dar colo, por me fazer sorrir, me satisfazer como mulher, como amante, por me fazer sua, juntos ou separados eternamente sua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-3819868933424320886?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3819868933424320886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=3819868933424320886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3819868933424320886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3819868933424320886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-amor-pra-recordar.html' title='***Um amor pra recordar***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-5878975034527461563</id><published>2009-01-17T11:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:44:04.327-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***A morte do nosso amor***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SXHgNRhNc8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/UwslQeEluFE/s1600-h/imagesv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SXHgNRhNc8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/UwslQeEluFE/s320/imagesv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292257555782661058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor morre,&lt;br /&gt;a pior parte,&lt;br /&gt;a mais difícil&lt;br /&gt;É o velório&lt;br /&gt;Permanecer por horas&lt;br /&gt;velando, olhando,&lt;br /&gt;lembrando como foi&lt;br /&gt;imaginando como poderia ter sido.&lt;br /&gt;Revivendo cada momento,&lt;br /&gt; não consigo conter as lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;O coração despedaçado...&lt;br /&gt;Tentando juntar os cacos,&lt;br /&gt;refazer, sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;Estou a dias velando nosso amor...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que  enterrá-lo,&lt;br /&gt;mas acho que sozinha não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Deus me ajude!&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de força para jogar a primeira&lt;br /&gt;Pá de terra...&lt;br /&gt;Depois da primeira,&lt;br /&gt;o fim é inevitável, fecha-se o túmulo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa se uma foto sobre ele&lt;br /&gt;Para quando a saudade apertar ...&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade for mais forte que a dor...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar de você , amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-5878975034527461563?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5878975034527461563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=5878975034527461563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/5878975034527461563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/5878975034527461563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/01/morte-do-nosso-amor.html' title='***A morte do nosso amor***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SXHgNRhNc8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/UwslQeEluFE/s72-c/imagesv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-8614404132470087666</id><published>2008-11-17T20:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:57:35.322-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases de Mila</title><content type='html'>A poesia é confissão, é lamento, é tortura, é emoção, é sentimento, é vida, é morte, é frágil, é forte, é tudo e pode ser nada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsRXjBYDJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PDkOtCyV_dU/s72-c/meu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-7295246670042358276</id><published>2008-07-26T07:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:08:01.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Meus Filhos***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsFNUggVoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_cklXJw4l_I/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsFNUggVoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_cklXJw4l_I/s320/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227277518895076994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; eus filhos são como botões de flores&lt;br /&gt;que com carinho vou regando, cuidando e podando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; u os admiro por sua beleza, inteligência, adoro seu perfume,&lt;br /&gt;amo cada gesto de carinho que tem por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; m dia vocês também terão os seus botões de flores e poderão&lt;br /&gt;dizer que a minha mãe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;abia fazer cosquinha como ninguém, brincava de eu estou vendo e fazia&lt;br /&gt;bolinho de chuva mesmo sem chuva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; azia uma sopinha gostosa quando estavamos doentes, nos dava colo&lt;br /&gt;e nos colova pra dormir na sua cama, todos apertados pra ficar bem quentinho na época do frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;nsistia para comermos na mesa, tomar banho direito, lavar atrás da orelha e fazer as tarefas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;ia livros de históris e fazia caras e bocas pra imitar os personagens e os bichos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; avia também os momentos em que ela ficava brava, mas sempre nos fazia entender o motivo de nosso castigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; rava e exigia que nós também tivessemos o habito de agradecer a Deus por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; inceramente eu espero estar presente ainda por muito tempo, para ajudar e fazer muita cosquinha e bolinho de chuva para vocês e os seus botões&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-7295246670042358276?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7295246670042358276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=7295246670042358276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/7295246670042358276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/7295246670042358276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2008/07/meus-filhos.html' title='***Meus Filhos***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsFNUggVoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_cklXJw4l_I/s72-c/DSC00280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-2910003228995050427</id><published>2008-07-26T07:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:52:08.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***ONDE MORO***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ilove.terra.com.br/edna/giz/imagens/naroca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ilove.terra.com.br/edna/giz/imagens/naroca2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;Minha casa não é grande&lt;br /&gt;Não é nenhuma mansão&lt;br /&gt;A medida de meu lar&lt;br /&gt;É o tamanho do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;É aconchegante, é quente&lt;br /&gt;É acolhedor&lt;br /&gt;Neste lar abençoado por Deus&lt;br /&gt;Crio meus filhos com muito amor&lt;br /&gt;Choro, risos, TV, rádio&lt;br /&gt;Sons distintos se ouvem aqui&lt;br /&gt;Flores, sonhos&lt;br /&gt;As crianças brincando&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho muito&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas para muitos, ouro é tesouro&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, meus filhos, meu lar&lt;br /&gt;Isso é ouro,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é meu tesouro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Descrevendo realmente o meu lar , a minha casa, como eu a vejo, por mais simples que seja, é o que tenho, junto com meus filhos que são tudo pra mim.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-7882424958711595503</id><published>2008-07-04T13:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:10:42.452-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Devolva Meu Coração***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SG5Ld7Z04VI/AAAAAAAAADg/B0rVcWsces8/s1600-h/mulher+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SG5Ld7Z04VI/AAAAAAAAADg/B0rVcWsces8/s320/mulher+rosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219191995703288146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há poucos dias atrás&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração te entreguei&lt;br /&gt;Achei que não precisava mais&lt;br /&gt;Mas preciso dele.Dançei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe te dei meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Porque ele só bate por te amar&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou sentindo que errei&lt;br /&gt;Que você, não vai dele cuidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então amor da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;Devolve meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Pra por mim denovo ele bater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não tem outro dono, meu coração ainda é seu&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu quero sentir ele aqui, batendo no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Que tal fazer uma troca, escolha o que quer&lt;br /&gt;E devolva meu coração, tem jeito?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-7882424958711595503?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7882424958711595503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SG5Ld7Z04VI/AAAAAAAAADg/B0rVcWsces8/s72-c/mulher+rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-8506901311488129853</id><published>2008-06-30T23:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:32:26.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelo Telefone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsZREoqIpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hgmzbk6-RdE/s1600-h/fantasia-1156.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsZREoqIpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hgmzbk6-RdE/s320/fantasia-1156.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227299573586338450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que fosse tão difícil atender um telefone&lt;br /&gt;É quase uma tortura, o corpo todo tremendo, as mãos suando&lt;br /&gt;O coração disparado...A voz quase não sai...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque o visor do celular disse que é você!&lt;br /&gt;Quando consigo dizer alô, ufa, acho que passou, mas  aí é que piora...&lt;br /&gt;Ouço a sua voz, melodia perfeita, tons  vibrantes que ecoam&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;A saudade aperta cada vez mais, a cada palavra, pois, sei que vai chegar a hora de desligar&lt;br /&gt;Enfim,  o martírio, a palavra que mais odeio hoje no mundo, tchau.&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, ponto final, que nada, agora é hora de chorar&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas caem sem pedir permissão, e eu não as posso controlar&lt;br /&gt;Porque vem do coração...&lt;br /&gt;Coração, que ainda te ama, te chama, te espera, te quer, coração doente&lt;br /&gt;Coração que já nem sente...implora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-8506901311488129853?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsZREoqIpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hgmzbk6-RdE/s72-c/fantasia-1156.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-1367281336199160004</id><published>2008-06-25T21:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:52:32.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confissão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SGLoPENrwPI/AAAAAAAAADY/N3OFYy2Pixk/s1600-h/naoqueroalguemque.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SGLoPENrwPI/AAAAAAAAADY/N3OFYy2Pixk/s320/naoqueroalguemque.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215986663975272690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi adiar minha declaração&lt;br /&gt;Deixar pra depois a hora da verdade, da confissão&lt;br /&gt;Achei que estaria pronta, mas vejo que falta muito ainda&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de mais que coragem&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe na clausura eu encontre, encontre o que preciso&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe na abstinência de você, eu perceba o que é que falta&lt;br /&gt;O poder das palavras só não basta, sem segurança&lt;br /&gt;elas não convencem&lt;br /&gt;De que me adianta milhões de leitores, se nenhum me entender&lt;br /&gt;Preciso realmente decifrar, desenhar, mapear...&lt;br /&gt;deixar as claras,  abrir as portas, me entregar...vou tentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Por mais falta que seu amor me faça&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que me acostumar a não tê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo não vendo no mundo tanta graça&lt;br /&gt;Vou sobrevivendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que desta vez você esqueça os seus rompantes&lt;br /&gt;De solidão, e não queira se aproveitar do amor&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda habita meu pobre coração...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-1367281336199160004?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1367281336199160004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=1367281336199160004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1367281336199160004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1367281336199160004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/confisso.html' title='Confissão'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SGLoPENrwPI/AAAAAAAAADY/N3OFYy2Pixk/s72-c/naoqueroalguemque.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-520955502482849598</id><published>2008-06-19T20:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:07:49.875-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Toma meu coração!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SFrsL4_qbOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/frDb6Odz1zM/s1600-h/mao+cm+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SFrsL4_qbOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/frDb6Odz1zM/s320/mao+cm+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213739207656893666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquele adeus lhe entreguei meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Arranquei do peito, e o coloquei em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Para mim não haveria mais serventia...um coração&lt;br /&gt;Sem reação, sem vontade, sem desejo, sem paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo ele está seguro, pois a ti ele pertence&lt;br /&gt;Leva ele então contigo, e cuida, pois é um presente&lt;br /&gt;Tu cativastes minha alma também, mas ela não lhe posso dar&lt;br /&gt;Fica pois com o coração, ele bate só por te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noitinha quando fores descansar, toma cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueças de alimentá-lo, de cobri-lo e de um beijo dar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que estiveres preocupado, pronto a desistir, &lt;br /&gt;Te lembras então, que este coração é teu, e que bate só por te amar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-520955502482849598?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/520955502482849598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=520955502482849598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/520955502482849598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/520955502482849598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/toma-meu-corao.html' title='Toma meu coração!'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SFrsL4_qbOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/frDb6Odz1zM/s72-c/mao+cm+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-269465811768277336</id><published>2008-06-10T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:48:33.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha cara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SE72oq54cOI/AAAAAAAAABk/YG5CruXUOeA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SE7doNaIjnI/AAAAAAAAABc/yq6fldJ5zA4/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1010299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SE7doNaIjnI/AAAAAAAAABc/yq6fldJ5zA4/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1010299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210345501778022002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUASE 3.0&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro momento, quando me dei conta, me assustei um pouco....&lt;br /&gt;Depois refletindo pude perceber, como hoje sou e estou muito melhor do que quando me vestia, seguindo as tendências da moda ou baseada no look de uma cantora rebelde!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me visto de acordo com meu humor...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho personalidade, sou vaidosa e corajosa.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo de arriscar, muito menos de errar!&lt;br /&gt;Me arrependo só do que não fiz, mas ainda farei, pra não ficar na vontade!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou mais mulher que nunca...&lt;br /&gt;Sei distinguir um olhar, "daquele olhar".&lt;br /&gt;Sei bem a diferença entre fazer sexo e fazer amor...&lt;br /&gt;Sei o que quero e espero de mim e deles...&lt;br /&gt;Falo o que penso e penso pra falar.&lt;br /&gt;Recebo um elogio, sem vergonha de gostar, paquero mais, me divirto mais e ESPERO MENOS....&lt;br /&gt;O tempo trouxe a experiência e ela traz a certeza...&lt;br /&gt;De que hoje mais que ontém e menos que amanhã....&lt;br /&gt;Sou e estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Sou e estou linda&lt;br /&gt;Sou e estou a vontade pra dar e receber ...&lt;br /&gt;MUITO PRAZER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;#####################&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-2217555057885546277?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsaJOFbGvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JTAuLvBaukc/s320/quando_a_chuva_passar_-624.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227300538195581682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O TEMPO NÃO TRANSFORMA O HOMEM...&lt;br /&gt;SÓ ACRESCENTA EXPERIÊNCIA EM SUA BAGAGEM DE VIDA.&lt;br /&gt;A SABEDORIA NÃO TRANSFORMA O HOMEM...&lt;br /&gt;SÓ ACRESCENTA CULTURA E DIPLOMAS EM RECOMPENSA AO TEMPO GASTO COM OS ESTUDOS, LEITURAS E AFINS.&lt;br /&gt;A DOR E O SOFRIMENTO NÃO TRANSFORMAM O HOMEM, SÓ ACRESCENTAM SEGURANÇA E CORAGEM QUANDO POR ELES O HOMEM CONSEGUE PASSAR E CONTINUAR LUTANDO.&lt;br /&gt;A ÚNICA COISA EXISTENTE NESTE MUNDO QUE PODE VERDADEIRAMENTE TRANSFORMAR UM HOMEM...É O AMOR!&lt;br /&gt;E PORQUE?&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE O AMOR VEM DE DEUS...O AMOR É A UNICA COISA QUE PODE FAZER UM HOMEM MUDAR DE IDEIA...DE VIDA..DE ATITUDE..DEIXAR SEUS MEDOS..SE ENTREGAR...ENFRENTAR O MUNDO....VIRAR CRIANÇA...VIRAR SUPER HEROI....SER TÃO ROMÂNTICO QUE POSSA PARECER BOBO...SER PAI...SER FILHO...SER NAMORADO...SER MARIDO ...SER AMANTE...SER FIEL...SER HONESTO ...SER AMADO..SER FELIZ!!!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-2368523535395196808?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2368523535395196808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=2368523535395196808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2368523535395196808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2368523535395196808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-tempo-no-transforma-o-homem.html' title='TrAnSfOrMaÇãO'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsaJOFbGvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JTAuLvBaukc/s72-c/quando_a_chuva_passar_-624.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-3944868898772225740</id><published>2008-06-06T18:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:57:10.287-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feitos um para o Outro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEmysAjbPsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jCspT5e4nuw/s1600-h/2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEmysAjbPsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jCspT5e4nuw/s320/2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208890913163263682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que fomos feitos um para o outro?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sim pois, sinto que sua boca foi feita para beijar a minha&lt;br /&gt;Suas mãos foram feitas para acariciar meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo foi feito para abraçar o meu&lt;br /&gt;Seu desejo foi feito para saciar a minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração foi feito pra ser a morada dos meus sentimentos...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-3944868898772225740?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEmysAjbPsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jCspT5e4nuw/s72-c/2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-6467124338726307657</id><published>2008-06-06T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:55:39.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes e depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEmyTQjbPrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EAPN021CLts/s1600-h/cid026f01c72a06d30307b04zm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEmyTQjbPrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EAPN021CLts/s320/cid026f01c72a06d30307b04zm.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208890487961501362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes o pudor não me deixava sentir&lt;br /&gt;Antes a insegurança me fazia fugir&lt;br /&gt;Antes a inocência chegava a atrapalhar&lt;br /&gt;Antes a vergonha me fazia perder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a personalidade me faz pedir&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a segurança te faz tremer&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a experiência só faz ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a vergonha ...&lt;br /&gt;Que vergonha?&lt;br /&gt;Deixa prá lá!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-6467124338726307657?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6467124338726307657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-5686793005095487898</id><published>2008-06-06T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:50:03.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O AmOr É uM pRoBlEmA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEmv6wjbPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-0QWHTpx5BY/s1600-h/K-M-luar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEmv6wjbPpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-0QWHTpx5BY/s320/K-M-luar.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208887868031450770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O AMOR NÃO PASSA DE UM GRANDE PROBLEMA, QUE QUASE TODO MUNDO QUER TER...............&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER SER AMADO, CUIDADO, ACARICIADO, GANHAR COLINHO, CAFUNÉ, BEIJINHOS E MORDIDAS...&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER SENTIR O CORAÇÃO ACELERADO, AS PERNAS BAMBAS, A BOCA SECA, SÓ DE OUVIR A VOZ DE QUEM SE AMA...&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER OLHAR NO OLHO E SE VER LÁ, REFLETINDO , BRILHANDO, SEMPRE...&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER TER LIBERDADE DE SER TRATADO E TRATAR COMO NENEM QUEM SE AMA...&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER UMA LINDA NOITE DE AMOR, ROMANTICA E CHEIA DE MELODIA...&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER HORAS INTEMINAVEIS DE PRAZER E LOUCURA, SEM VERGONHA NEM MEDO&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER TER ALGUÉM ESPERANDO, LIGAR PRA ALGUÉM QUE SE ALEGRA COM UM SIMPLES BOM DIA&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER FECHAR OS OLHOS E SENTIR QUE O MUNDO PAROU SÓ PRO AMOR ACONTECER...SEM PRESSA....&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER O MEDO DA DESPEDIDA, A SAUDADE QUE DÓI, A LAGRIMA DA BRIGA...&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER A ESPERANÇA DA RECONCILIAÇÃO, ENFIM QUEM NÃO QUER A PROMESSA DA FELICIDADE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-5686793005095487898?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208885149317152386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUVI HOJE O SOM DE UM PÁSSARO QUE NÃO CONHECIA&lt;br /&gt;NÃO SEI AO CERTO SEU NOME, SÓ SEI QUE É LINDO!&lt;br /&gt;TEM CORES FORTES, É UMA VISÃO ADORÁVEL&lt;br /&gt;SEU CANTO ME ENCANTOU, PARECIA UMA CANÇÃO DE NINAR&lt;br /&gt;EMBALANDO MEU SONO LOGO PELA MANHÃ&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO LEVANTEI PARA ADMIRAR, MAL TIVE TEMPO DE VÊ-LO&lt;br /&gt;ELE SAIU A VOAR COM TODA LIBERDADE QUE DEUS LHE DEU&lt;br /&gt;BATEU AS ASAS E LEVANTOU VÔO..&lt;br /&gt;RUMO AO ENCONTRO DAS NUVENS, LÁ NO CÉU!&lt;br /&gt;QUANTA INVEJA SENTI NESTE MOMENTO, GOSTARIA EU DE VOAR&lt;br /&gt;DE ALÇAR VÔO RUMO AO SEU CORAÇÃO AMOR....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-3072089919273305967?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEmtcgjbPoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RyApXlU4tTU/s72-c/passarto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114687713520592286</id><published>2006-05-05T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:58:55.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/1600/3202004917517%5B1%5D.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/320/3202004917517%5B1%5D.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114687713520592286?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114687463221365235</id><published>2006-05-05T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:09:16.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA COLCHA DE RETALHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/1600/luanaretalho1%5B1%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/320/luanaretalho1%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é como minha colcha &lt;br /&gt;Minha colcha de retalhos&lt;br /&gt;Um pedaço de uma cor,&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma e outra&lt;br /&gt;Um quadrado de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Uma lembrança de amor&lt;br /&gt;Um triângulo de amizade&lt;br /&gt;Um dia com você&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Um círculo de medo&lt;br /&gt;Um tempinho de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Uma frase de consolo&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor no coração&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento intenso&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite te esperando&lt;br /&gt;Um retângulo de mistérios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114687463221365235?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114687463221365235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114687463221365235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114687463221365235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/320/grom016%5B1%5D.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino como será o gosto&lt;br /&gt;Do gosto gostoso de te amar&lt;br /&gt;De depois aliviada, saciada&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em quanto tempo esperei, sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Em te tocar, em descobrir sua nudez&lt;br /&gt;Revelar a minha e me entregar&lt;br /&gt;A cena seria proibida para menores&lt;br /&gt;Nem aqui poderia relatar&lt;br /&gt;Seus lábios cansados de tanto me beijar&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo exausto de satisfação&lt;br /&gt;Por me amar, possuir, desvendar&lt;br /&gt;Seu cheiro, o meu, o nosso &lt;br /&gt;A noite como testemunha&lt;br /&gt;O desejo como tírano, caçador&lt;br /&gt;Eu fêmea, você macho e o amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114687346391335415?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114687346391335415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114687346391335415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114687346391335415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114687346391335415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2006/05/desejo.html' title='DESEJO'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114644889682847442</id><published>2006-04-30T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:47:09.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caiu na rede, ore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/1600/32620041049421%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/320/32620041049421%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida ás vezes nos prega peças&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz armadilhas, &lt;br /&gt;Ficamos presos como um peixe na rede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufocados, sem ar para respirar&lt;br /&gt;Desesperados, sem luz na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Ameaçados, sem coragem de lutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestas horas, nestes difíceis momentos&lt;br /&gt;Recorremos a todos os santos, a Deus&lt;br /&gt;Pedimos, suplicamos para escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezamos, como se fosse costume&lt;br /&gt;Prometemos, como se fossemos ser melhores&lt;br /&gt;Choramos, como se acreditássemos nisso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade logo que a rede rasgar&lt;br /&gt;Tão logo nos libertamos, esquecemos&lt;br /&gt;As promessas, as lágrimas e Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrimos, pois sabíamos que tudo iria dar certo&lt;br /&gt;Agradecemos, pois acreditamos que isso basta&lt;br /&gt;Mentimos, pois achamos que já passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca espere o pior acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Para procurar Deus &lt;br /&gt;Tenha sempre Deus no coração&lt;br /&gt;E o pior não vai acontecer nunca, Acredite!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114644889682847442?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114644889682847442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114644889682847442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114644889682847442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114644889682847442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2006/04/caiu-na-rede-ore.html' title='Caiu na rede, ore!'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114644883408109091</id><published>2006-04-30T23:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:45:01.509-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você Não Vem - Parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIscGzFGCHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aJoyVCroR6E/s1600-h/mulher-5471.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIscGzFGCHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aJoyVCroR6E/s320/mulher-5471.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227302695609960562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há...a dor da espera&lt;br /&gt;Tão dificil é aguardar alguém chegar&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que sofremos assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sabemos e temos resposta&lt;br /&gt;A está tão fria questão:&lt;br /&gt;Será que ele vem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é porque brinco&lt;br /&gt;De ser poeta e isso aumenta todo&lt;br /&gt;Tipo de esperança no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever sobre tudo, &lt;br /&gt;Coisas boas e ruins, ás vezes sentidas&lt;br /&gt;Outras não, só faz crescer em mim a emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto tudo com tanta profundidade&lt;br /&gt;Com tanto percepção, se tenho de rir&lt;br /&gt;Dou um gargalhada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tenho de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Há é um rio de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Se tenho de esperar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou variando&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi um barulho lá fora, pensei que fosse você&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não vem, não vem e eu sei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114644883408109091?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIscGzFGCHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aJoyVCroR6E/s72-c/mulher-5471.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114644877107409715</id><published>2006-04-30T22:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:42:13.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você não vem - Parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsbmtGgqAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0v1ECWk14AA/s1600-h/borboletas-1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsbmtGgqAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0v1ECWk14AA/s320/borboletas-1141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227302144249473026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porta esta fechada&lt;br /&gt;E vai continuar assim &lt;br /&gt;E eu estou sem sono&lt;br /&gt;Esperando a porta abrir&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não vem&lt;br /&gt;E o pior é que eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Então porque estou esperando?&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa estranha &lt;br /&gt;Só agora me dei conta disso&lt;br /&gt;De que não adianta acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que você vai mudar, que vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta imaginar que pra você&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja importante me agradar&lt;br /&gt;Porque não é&lt;br /&gt;E só vou me decepcionar&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;Esta espera tortura&lt;br /&gt;Maltrata o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Então escrevo como se fosse um diário&lt;br /&gt;Ou como se estivesse me comunicando com alguém&lt;br /&gt;Há acho que estou variando&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi um barulho lá fora &lt;br /&gt;Achei que fosse você&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci que você não vem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsbmtGgqAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0v1ECWk14AA/s72-c/borboletas-1141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114644643509822776</id><published>2006-04-30T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:20:35.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/1600/3192004908521%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/320/3192004908521%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114644643509822776?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114644643509822776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114644643509822776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114644643509822776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114644643509822776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MILA 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style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;ada romper da aurora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; u nascer do sol, temos que começar denovo, com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; uita paciência peça por &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; eça, o encaixe tem que ser perfeito senão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; ogo este quebra cabeças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;rá se desmontar e nós temos que &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; orrer atrás de conseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; quela peça que parece não estar ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; e todas elas a mais difícil de encaixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; mais complicada é a peça do amor1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114635406515795739?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114635406515795739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114635406515795739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114635406515795739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114635406515795739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2006/04/quebra-cabeas.html' title='Quebra Cabeças'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114632253964391345</id><published>2006-04-29T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:40:56.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo se quebrou em mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/1600/6220041228473%5B1%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/320/6220041228473%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como quando um vidro se quebra&lt;br /&gt;Assim como quando um tecido se rasga&lt;br /&gt;Assim com quando um círculo se parte&lt;br /&gt;Assim esta hoje meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Quebrado, rasgado e partido&lt;br /&gt;Sangrando, sofrendo e chorando&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho é a cor do sangue,&lt;br /&gt;Complicado pensar que também&lt;br /&gt;É a cor da paixão &lt;br /&gt;Que meu Coração sentia&lt;br /&gt;As flores já murcharam&lt;br /&gt;Os perfumes perderam o cheiro&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças só me trazem dor&lt;br /&gt;Você foi e agora não é mais&lt;br /&gt;Não é mais o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Você entrou marcou seu espaço&lt;br /&gt;E agora vai embora, &lt;br /&gt;Sem se sequer um abraço&lt;br /&gt;Me deixou sem gosto&lt;br /&gt;Me deixou sem desejo&lt;br /&gt;Me deixou sem chão&lt;br /&gt;Me deixou sem eira&lt;br /&gt;Me deixou sem entender&lt;br /&gt;Me deixou sem Você!&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/27160629-114632253964391345?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114632253964391345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114632253964391345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114632253964391345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114632253964391345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2006/04/algo-se-quebrou-em-mim.html' title='Algo se quebrou em mim...'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114632211221877078</id><published>2006-04-29T11:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:39:20.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsa1BvHp_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/t-J__Mx66RM/s1600-h/borboleta-1276.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsa1BvHp_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/t-J__Mx66RM/s320/borboleta-1276.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227301290795050994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ou paixão?&lt;br /&gt;Difícil definir ao certo&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade maior &lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;Um Simples tesão&lt;br /&gt;Solidão, sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Necessidade de carinho &lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;Carência...&lt;br /&gt;Necessidade de contato fisíco&lt;br /&gt;Vaidade, compulsão&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;Abstinência...&lt;br /&gt;Fogo que incendeia por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Que transforma um beijo em cama&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;Mar de segurança que acalma&lt;br /&gt;Será que posso escolher?&lt;br /&gt;Escolher se quero me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente uma noite e nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Suprir o desejo carnal ou&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar a cara metade&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;Será que da próxima vez&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter a chance de optar&lt;br /&gt;Vou abrir novamente a porta do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;Transformo em concreto, impenetrável, frio&lt;br /&gt;Não vou deixar a sofreguidão tomar conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Só assim não corro risco&lt;br /&gt;Ou....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mila Araújo&lt;br /&gt;29/04/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando no futuro, comparando com o passado... hoje, aqui em casa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114632211221877078?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114632211221877078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114632211221877078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114632211221877078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114632211221877078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2006/04/ou.html' title='OU?'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsa1BvHp_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/t-J__Mx66RM/s72-c/borboleta-1276.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114626816925212434</id><published>2006-04-28T20:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:29:25.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PROFUNDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/1600/PH006_012%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/320/PH006_012%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho no mar de seus olhos &lt;br /&gt;E lá vejo refletir minha face&lt;br /&gt;Como um espelho, um lindo espelho d'agua&lt;br /&gt;Navego por este mar que me parece&lt;br /&gt;nunca dantes navegado&lt;br /&gt;E percorro um grande espaço&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois de tanto navegar&lt;br /&gt;No mar de seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Morro em uma lágrima dos meus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114626816925212434?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114626816925212434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114626816925212434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114626816925212434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114626816925212434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2006/04/profundo.html' title='PROFUNDO'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114626807816086699</id><published>2006-04-28T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:47:58.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem Perfeito</title><content type='html'>Sua paciência é perfeita para aturar &lt;br /&gt;a minha teimosia&lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras são perfeitas para acabar &lt;br /&gt;com minhas dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;Seu desejo é perfeito para saciar&lt;br /&gt;a minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Sua compreensão é perfeita para &lt;br /&gt;acalmar o meu choro&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo é perfeito para&lt;br /&gt;abraçar a minha insegurança&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos são perfeitos para&lt;br /&gt;entender os meus&lt;br /&gt;Sua boca é perfeita para&lt;br /&gt;beijar a minha&lt;br /&gt;Sua mão é perfeita para&lt;br /&gt;embalar meu sono&lt;br /&gt;Seu amor é perfeito para completar &lt;br /&gt;o meu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114626807816086699?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114626807816086699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114626807816086699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114626807816086699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114626807816086699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2006/04/homem-perfeito.html' title='Homem Perfeito'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114626794914395657</id><published>2006-04-28T20:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:45:49.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Que é Poesia?</title><content type='html'>É um barquinho carregado &lt;br /&gt;de sentimento, que navega&lt;br /&gt;num oceano deserto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fica a espera de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que tenha o dom de distribuir&lt;br /&gt;Todo o sentimento contido em seu interior&lt;br /&gt;para uma simples folha de papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que consiga fazer com que este &lt;br /&gt;sentimeno já contido no papel&lt;br /&gt;tenha sentido, emoção e razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que as pessoas que o lerem&lt;br /&gt;Se emocionem, sorriam ou chorem&lt;br /&gt;Ao decifrar este texto&lt;br /&gt;tão importante e complexo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho deste barquinho&lt;br /&gt;É muito importante&lt;br /&gt;E seu capitão é a vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114626794914395657?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114626794914395657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114626794914395657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114626794914395657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114626794914395657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-que-poesia.html' title='O Que é Poesia?'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114618647210662525</id><published>2006-04-27T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:47:44.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MENINA MOÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/1600/6220041228472%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/320/6220041228472%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina dos meus olhos &lt;br /&gt;Moça dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde andarás a menina&lt;br /&gt;Que agora já é moça?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Moça dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina, criança, atrapalhada&lt;br /&gt;Moça, mulher, linda, sedutora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Moça dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina que brincou de boneca&lt;br /&gt;Moça que joga com o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Moça dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onda andarás moça &lt;br /&gt;A menina que um dia fostes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114618647210662525?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114618647210662525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114618647210662525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114618647210662525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114618647210662525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2006/04/menina-moa.html' title='MENINA MOÇA'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEl54AjbPmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BzkI1gnG8Hc/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-114618625898594964</id><published>2006-04-27T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:35:18.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM DEUS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/1600/31920041136553%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3538/2853/320/31920041136553%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem Deus&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceria com o mundo&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceria com tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sem Deus o que seria?&lt;br /&gt;As flores, simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;deixariam de existir&lt;br /&gt;de exalar seu Delicioso perfume,&lt;br /&gt;de decorar, de presentiar&lt;br /&gt;De emocionar, de fazer rir e chorar...&lt;br /&gt;O sol simplesmente deixaria&lt;br /&gt;de nos despertar,  de nos aquecer,&lt;br /&gt; De iluminar o nosso dia&lt;br /&gt;De nos bronzear com seu calor&lt;br /&gt;A lua simplesmente deixariade&lt;br /&gt;nos envolver com seu encanto&lt;br /&gt;De clarear a escuridão da noite&lt;br /&gt;De inspirar os poetas&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas simplesmente deixariam&lt;br /&gt; de enfeitar o céu&lt;br /&gt;De realizar desejos&lt;br /&gt; e pedidos secretosde entusiasmar&lt;br /&gt; os sonhadores&lt;br /&gt;A aguá simplesmente deixariade&lt;br /&gt;saciar a nossa sedeDe banhar&lt;br /&gt;os nossos corposDe refrescar a nossa alma&lt;br /&gt;O verde simplesmente deixaria de ser verde,&lt;br /&gt; deixariaDe nos dar o ar que respiramos&lt;br /&gt;De nos dar o alimento que comemos&lt;br /&gt;O homem simplesmente Deixaria de existir,&lt;br /&gt;deixaria de sentirDe amar, de sorrir, de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;De chorar, de comer, de querer&lt;br /&gt;A vida simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Deixaria, deixaria, deixaria&lt;br /&gt;Sem Deus, A vida simplesmente deixaria....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-114618625898594964?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/114618625898594964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=114618625898594964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114618625898594964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/114618625898594964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2006/04/sem-deus.html' title='SEM DEUS?'/><author><name>MILA 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