<?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-7051476602550937126</id><updated>2012-02-08T08:00:47.375-03:00</updated><category term='A Bailarina'/><title type='text'>Relatos da vida</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-1550905581190619596</id><published>2011-09-26T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T13:09:40.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novidades!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olá a todos visitantes, seguidores, admirados e parceiros do blog!Primeiro gostaria de agradecer à vocês por me ajudar a manter este blog!Fico feliz por cada comentário, divulgação e carinho por este!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O blog estará entrando em reformas.Não sei exatamente por quanto tempo será, mas já estamos trabalhando dentro de um - grande - projeto para ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aguardem que surpresas virão!Por enquanto ainda nao posso dovulgar muita coisa, mas boas notícias virão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No mais, não esqueçam que sempre estou por aqui!Sintam-se a vontade com os outros posts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pela compreensão e aguardem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre estou por aqui, não esqueçam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/_JeanL" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal - Twiiter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=hp#%21/JeanLeal2"&gt;Jean Leal- Facebook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o segundo e-book virá junto com essas novidades!Mas não esqueçam de fazer o download do primeiro! LINK -&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/document/MIjBhKl6/RelatosdaVida_2.html"&gt;E-book Relatos da Vida de Jean Leal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;abraço a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-1550905581190619596?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-4568825067764004185</id><published>2011-09-03T13:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T18:25:49.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aulmun6YVKo/TmJZCp6hE2I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Hk-bI_rdNa8/s1600/AMOR%252BCora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%252Bmodified.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aulmun6YVKo/TmJZCp6hE2I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Hk-bI_rdNa8/s320/AMOR%252BCora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%252Bmodified.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tem pra você aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o meu melhor beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o meu doce carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o meu maior desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tem pra você aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a noite enluarada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a doce madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;um dia pronto pra nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;é só vir buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;esse doce sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que nasceu por te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por isso, morena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;venha logo, venha agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que o relógio não tem mais hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;para te esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-4568825067764004185?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cupm8jyxL9g/Tk0b6DDtmGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iprOkZMFeXw/s320/amor+de+crian%25C3%25A7as.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/5ppq6j"&gt;- Pra bonita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fiz pra você, bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a noite e o luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o sol e o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;música e poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fiz pra você, bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o ser e o não ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o ter e o não ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o amar e o querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fiz também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o sabor da saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a felicidade e a paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E deste a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;esse brilho no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e o descansar em teus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me deste a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;do amor que me dás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;muito além de uma paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me deste você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4418678621563024520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/08/pra-voce-bonita.html' title='Pra você, bonita'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cupm8jyxL9g/Tk0b6DDtmGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iprOkZMFeXw/s72-c/amor+de+crian%25C3%25A7as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-5282880556463691035</id><published>2011-08-10T22:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:52:10.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Urbana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Df2hAvsWL8/TkM1moRG56I/AAAAAAAAAz8/yiPrbkNcY1s/s1600/Smoke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Df2hAvsWL8/TkM1moRG56I/AAAAAAAAAz8/yiPrbkNcY1s/s320/Smoke.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seus olhos refletem &lt;br /&gt;a cor que o sol quer dar &lt;br /&gt;Sua boca diz o que a cidade quer &lt;br /&gt;Já não crê mais em fadas &lt;br /&gt;Ainda não aprendeu &lt;br /&gt;quem é Julieta ou Romeu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me expliquem o que aconteceu &lt;br /&gt;com a menina quieta &lt;br /&gt;Ser quieto é pra gente estranha &lt;br /&gt;O seu destino não é difícil de saber &lt;br /&gt;Ela conhece a vida profana &lt;br /&gt;Seu destino é morrer assim &lt;br /&gt;nua, crua, urbana &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua melhor música são buzinas &lt;br /&gt;seu melhor amigo é o cigarro &lt;br /&gt;seu maior deus é o diabo &lt;br /&gt;seu namorado agora está no céu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa pouca ela não gosta &lt;br /&gt;é porra louca e descomposta &lt;br /&gt;Atrás daquelas lentes eu sou seu &lt;br /&gt;E quando o sol esquece da gente &lt;br /&gt;ela chama o mundo de meu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu destino é morrer assim &lt;br /&gt;nua, crua, urbana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-5282880556463691035?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Df2hAvsWL8/TkM1moRG56I/AAAAAAAAAz8/yiPrbkNcY1s/s72-c/Smoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-4192526257672489690</id><published>2011-07-27T15:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:38:41.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de ter você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/5ppq6j"&gt;- Para Suellen Bauen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: 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small;"&gt;sequer sabia meu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Antes de ter você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;saudade eu não sentia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;apego eu não queria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;não sabia de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então você chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;com seu jeito de menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e logo me mostrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o bom amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que hoje me alucina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me fez acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que quando se sabe amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A vida te ensina a sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e mostrou também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que o amor que há em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;é seu e de mais ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-4192526257672489690?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4192526257672489690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=4192526257672489690' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4192526257672489690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7211409582190769293</id><published>2011-07-23T01:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T01:45:06.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJRb6Jc-Wkk/TipRrQAKUTI/AAAAAAAAAzk/WtbKIahlPAw/s1600/404659478_8def6b2e90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJRb6Jc-Wkk/TipRrQAKUTI/AAAAAAAAAzk/WtbKIahlPAw/s320/404659478_8def6b2e90.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enquanto estou por aí &lt;br /&gt;parando o mundo &lt;br /&gt;em preto e branco &lt;br /&gt;Você esconde seu pranto &lt;br /&gt;em qualquer ilusão &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estou por aí &lt;br /&gt;eternizando momentos &lt;br /&gt;Você lança no esquecimento &lt;br /&gt;o amor que passou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogados à mercê &lt;br /&gt;da nossa cidade &lt;br /&gt;Você passa sem vontade &lt;br /&gt;pela minha lente &lt;br /&gt;e leva meu coração &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você finge não me olhar &lt;br /&gt;Atrasa seu andar &lt;br /&gt;Se torna o foco da minha canção &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus, eu não sabia &lt;br /&gt;que a mais bonita fotografia &lt;br /&gt;eu nunca viria &lt;br /&gt;se você não chegasse &lt;br /&gt;e levasse meu coração &lt;br /&gt;em sua fantasia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7211409582190769293?l=relatoosdavida.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/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJRb6Jc-Wkk/TipRrQAKUTI/AAAAAAAAAzk/WtbKIahlPAw/s72-c/404659478_8def6b2e90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-8956622782141068183</id><published>2011-04-08T23:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:32:51.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8--wQW7Pic/TZ-8RS8y73I/AAAAAAAAAzg/RdmfzTMIP0E/s1600/FOTO-Maos-de-Outubro-447x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8--wQW7Pic/TZ-8RS8y73I/AAAAAAAAAzg/RdmfzTMIP0E/s320/FOTO-Maos-de-Outubro-447x300.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu vejo pela rua&lt;br /&gt;a fé em procissão&lt;br /&gt;e o milagre de um menino&lt;br /&gt;sair na contramao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo pela rua&lt;br /&gt;pessoas querendo sonhar&lt;br /&gt;que a vida pode ser melhor&lt;br /&gt;quando ela se acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a santa, tão santa&lt;br /&gt;acalanta calada&lt;br /&gt;a multidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho para a vida&lt;br /&gt;e vejo ela me espantar&lt;br /&gt;em meio a multidao de pessoas&lt;br /&gt;nenhum sabe o porque estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;sem querer olhar&lt;br /&gt;eu morro nesse mar&lt;br /&gt;de gente que se faz desacreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a santa, tão santa&lt;br /&gt;nunca sabe dizer&lt;br /&gt;sim ou não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-8956622782141068183?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8956622782141068183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=8956622782141068183' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/8956622782141068183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/8956622782141068183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/04/para-o-mundo.html' title='Para o Mundo'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8--wQW7Pic/TZ-8RS8y73I/AAAAAAAAAzg/RdmfzTMIP0E/s72-c/FOTO-Maos-de-Outubro-447x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-3023833306392262435</id><published>2011-03-06T22:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:40:33.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E-book "Relatos da Vida"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GeUWd6jy7j8/TXQ1rWTHOHI/AAAAAAAAAzY/wEXltIxZMoI/s1600/capa+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GeUWd6jy7j8/TXQ1rWTHOHI/AAAAAAAAAzY/wEXltIxZMoI/s200/capa+1.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sempre gostei do nome 'Relatos da Vida' e por isso batizei assim o meu blog.Depois de um tempo notei que minha poesia se encaixava mais ou menos neste contexto de 'relatar a vida', mas não somente a minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reuní neste pequeno e-book 17 poemas que achei interessante de se publicar.Alguns já vistos aqui pelo blog, outros nunca publicados ou mostrados antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembro da história de cada um deles, são como filhos meus."Urbana" surgiu de uma insônia, de uma noite dessas em que desaprendi a dormir."Nos muros da Cidade" é fruto de uma das tantas caminhadas que costumava dar pela cidade, assim, sem rumo."O Bailar da Bailarina" é resultado dos tantos poemas que fiz sobre essa tal bailarina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enfim, tudo acaba se ligando a mim.Sou um poeta que não sabe mentir e sim se disfarçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O E-book está disponível gratuitamente para download no 4shared!É só baixar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se gostarem, voltem pro blog e deixe seu comentário!Será de grande importancia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O proximo e-book será lançado daqui a 1 mês.Aguardem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Link para download direto :&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/document/MIjBhKl6/RelatosdaVida_2.html"&gt; http://www.4shared.com/document/MIjBhKl6/RelatosdaVida_2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enjoy ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-3023833306392262435?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3023833306392262435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=3023833306392262435' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3023833306392262435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3023833306392262435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-book-relatos-da-vida.html' title='E-book &quot;Relatos da Vida&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GeUWd6jy7j8/TXQ1rWTHOHI/AAAAAAAAAzY/wEXltIxZMoI/s72-c/capa+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-703819818536898859</id><published>2011-02-20T22:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:18:40.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Junto a você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wErGck_iucM/TWG7-PDbwPI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mKurAsSKLPU/s1600/junto+a+voc%25C3%25AA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wErGck_iucM/TWG7-PDbwPI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mKurAsSKLPU/s320/junto+a+voc%25C3%25AA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho medo dos horrores&lt;br /&gt;que aqueles beijos sedutores&lt;br /&gt;podem me trazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro sonhar com os teus&lt;br /&gt;que já são tão meus&lt;br /&gt;que nem posso controlar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sonhei com você&lt;br /&gt;e a tristeza de não te ter&lt;br /&gt;causou em mim poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver a luz do dia&lt;br /&gt;e a beleza do entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde terá beleza no mundo&lt;br /&gt;se não for junto a você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=108872020"&gt;Comunidade "Jean Leal- O poeta!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-703819818536898859?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/703819818536898859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=703819818536898859' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/703819818536898859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/703819818536898859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/02/junto-voce.html' title='Junto a você'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wErGck_iucM/TWG7-PDbwPI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mKurAsSKLPU/s72-c/junto+a+voc%25C3%25AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-5395590651832860868</id><published>2011-01-28T22:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:10:18.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha cena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUNzCsCWyoI/AAAAAAAAAw0/RLSatW-2_Mk/s1600/20100401-s%25C3%25A1bado+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUNzCsCWyoI/AAAAAAAAAw0/RLSatW-2_Mk/s320/20100401-s%25C3%25A1bado+7.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sinto frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;em pleno meio dia de horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Meu corpo cala o frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Minha cena me cansou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Vou quebrar o grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Vou matar um verso de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Vou escrever num vidro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;tudo aquilo que o sonho acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cada ilusão que guardei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;vou misturar com tinta e pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;vou misturar meu corpo num só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;e pichar um muro que já caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero provar a morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;pois o luto cria um sonhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Vou viver qualquer sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;e não fugir do que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-5395590651832860868?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5395590651832860868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=5395590651832860868' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5395590651832860868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5395590651832860868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/01/minha-cena.html' title='Minha cena'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUNzCsCWyoI/AAAAAAAAAw0/RLSatW-2_Mk/s72-c/20100401-s%25C3%25A1bado+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2383139013966506631</id><published>2011-01-08T11:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T11:17:58.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha música</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TShxa4nldPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rB4MSg3hNsA/s1600/A%252BS%25C3%25B3s%252B-%252BEcos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TShxa4nldPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rB4MSg3hNsA/s320/A%252BS%25C3%25B3s%252B-%252BEcos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero te escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sem ter que ter opiniões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;analises e questões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;quero te ouvir em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero te sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sem ter que ter diversas sensações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;apenas quero te ver além das canções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;que nunca pude escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero te cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sob o céu de dezembro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;céu negro, sem luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;e, se bem me lembro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sem amor também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero te possuir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero morrer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;em algum lugar a sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2383139013966506631?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2383139013966506631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2383139013966506631' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2383139013966506631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2383139013966506631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/01/minha-musica.html' title='Minha música'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TShxa4nldPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rB4MSg3hNsA/s72-c/A%252BS%25C3%25B3s%252B-%252BEcos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6406175427450753118</id><published>2010-12-15T23:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:45:35.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundano +</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mundano +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;-Ao som do mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O que dizer do “mundano +”, novo trabalho do Arthur?Pra falar a verdade, difícil é falar algo, fácil mesmo é senti-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;São 3hrs da manhã e uma ‘Quase Música’ invade e preenche meus ouvidos. É uma verdadeira loucura. Os samples de Acácio Canto juntamente com o Arthur Nogueira é super interessante, encantador. Ao usar/citar &lt;span class="addmd"&gt;Wisnik com ‘O jogo entre o som e o ruído constitui a música” Arthur nos mostra, logo de cara, o que seu disco nos traz. Música inteligente, forma diferente, poesia e poética afloradas em 5 músicas que, com toda certeza, ficarão permanentemente em nossas cabeças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Mais”, poema de Dand M., fala por si só. Musicá-lo o torna mais vivo. Enquanto também escritor, eu me maravilhei com o primeiro verso “Fique com o seu deus que eu fico com os meus dias de glória”. Versos intensos em uma melodia calma, simples, constante. Em conjunto com Renato Torres e Arthur Kunz, Arthur Nogueira traz um disco repleto de surpresas que nos deixam encantado e ansioso para sentir o que a próxima musica nos traz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Ascendente em Câncer” é repleto das guitarras de Renato Torres e a segura e doce voz do Arthur. É uma daquelas músicas que sempre vamos procurar ouvir, sentir, roubar trechos para si. Nos traz uma paz, uma calma.Assim como “$ Cara” no “Mundano”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Confesso ter ficado super feliz ao ver ‘Sobre o mundo’ nesse Ep. Este poema está no encarte do cd “Mundano” como se abrisse o cd, começasse o ato. O poema é forte, verdadeiro e poderoso. Ao musicar este poema Arthur deu uma conotação introspectiva ao “Mundano +”, com versos como “sou seu poeta sem rosto” e “toda flor de plástico tem espinhos” essa música se torna o apce de um Ep cheio de coisas boas a nos proporcionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Mundano” é o que faltava no cd e uma espécie de ponte entre o Ep e o Mundano “físico”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;É musica que dá nome ao cd e ep e que retrata um Arthur mais maduro, com formas inteligentes de ver/viver a musica e que tende a crescer mais. Os arranjos lembram – e muito – o cd “Mundano”. São guitarras leves e trabalhadas, a batida sempre cortada, inconstante e segura, a voz doce e tão calma que nos faz escutar sem querer ter um fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;A letra que é tão viva e profunda é quase um retrato, um testemunho de um Arthur – digamos que – novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O ep “Mundano +” ao inicio era somente “sobras” e idéias que nasceram na gravação do cd “Mundano”, mas não entram no projeto final. Mas ao ouvi-lo percebemos que ele se torna um novo parâmetro musical e poético dentro da carreira de Arthur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Mundano +” – assim como o cd – é urbano e moderno. Não é “+ Mundano” e tão pouco repetitivo. É introspectivo, poético, autentico e singular. Tenha certeza de que assim como “Construção” de Chico Buarque, “Wave” de Tom Jobim, “Exagerado” e “Só se for a Dois” de Cazuza, “Baladas do Asfalto e outros blues” de Zeca Baleiro e “Banquete” de Felipe Cordeiro, “Mundano” e “Mundano +” ficarão comigo para onde eu for e estarão prontos para tocar sempre que puder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Seja pela arte de compor melodias, ou de fazer letras, Arthur Nogueira sempre irá merecer o meu maior carinho e admiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Depois de escutar “Arthur Nogueira”, “Mundano” e “Mundano +”, posso chamá-lo de ídolo e me autodeclarar seu fã. Isso é impossível de não fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Um grande abraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="addmd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6406175427450753118?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6406175427450753118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6406175427450753118' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6406175427450753118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6406175427450753118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/12/mundano.html' title='Mundano +'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TQl9GYFTXqI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3GX91LaO2Wo/s72-c/Capa+-+Mundano+%252B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-9016455392237259699</id><published>2010-12-01T20:00:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:04:08.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa Cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TPbTN97qkPI/AAAAAAAAAvg/897wgwcrMw0/s1600/475653746_c511527ea1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TPbTN97qkPI/AAAAAAAAAvg/897wgwcrMw0/s320/475653746_c511527ea1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amanheceu no porto&lt;br /&gt;e o trabalho vai começar;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado tem&lt;br /&gt;mais um homem morto&lt;br /&gt;para se fotografar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um menino sai&lt;br /&gt;querendo chegar a escola&lt;br /&gt;e da praça surgens alguns&lt;br /&gt;prontos pra pedir esmola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade chora&lt;br /&gt;Por cada um que vai embora,&lt;br /&gt;mas fecha os olhos&lt;br /&gt;para quem ficou.&lt;br /&gt;E agora, amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;em frente a maré.&lt;br /&gt;Haja o que houver,&lt;br /&gt;esssa cidade um dia&lt;br /&gt;voltará a sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Leal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Poema ganhador do prêmio 'Juraci Siqueira' de poesia.Em 27/11/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Comunidade 'Jean Leal- o Poeta!".Entrem lá! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://migre.me/2DCUo"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://migre.me/2DCUo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-9016455392237259699?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9016455392237259699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=9016455392237259699' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/9016455392237259699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7101814039021674352</id><published>2010-11-21T19:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:51:48.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dança II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TOme-EP_XRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/L-HzlGdIh7Q/s1600/fotografia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TOme-EP_XRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/L-HzlGdIh7Q/s320/fotografia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/danca.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Dança &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho anseio por um Deus&lt;br /&gt;que nem a Ele mesmo pode se explicar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de cada servo seu&lt;br /&gt;pois não sei o que eles vão tramar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desvaneci pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;e todos os salvos me deixaram sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Assim levantei e fiz meu destino&lt;br /&gt;e pra mim quem era o Rei virou menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu tiro as máscaras&lt;br /&gt;revelo os mundos&lt;br /&gt;Falo a verdade por todos aqueles&lt;br /&gt;que o medo tornou mudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de qual lado estou&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sou o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;a sua mentira não me mudou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7101814039021674352?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TOme-EP_XRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/L-HzlGdIh7Q/s72-c/fotografia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6283148134489590741</id><published>2010-11-08T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:34:43.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantiga para não morrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TNivHsiBGvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/KP9-D-YUL_A/s1600/ferreira+gullar+-+credito+Eder+Chiodetto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" 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Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TNivHsiBGvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/KP9-D-YUL_A/s72-c/ferreira+gullar+-+credito+Eder+Chiodetto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-1325101917648335865</id><published>2010-10-20T20:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T20:23:21.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TL99SCYae4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Kh3emh1rSfg/s1600/sombras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TL99SCYae4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Kh3emh1rSfg/s320/sombras.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Parece mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;dizer que hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;mais eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Parece engano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;mas você mora em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;e mesmo com todos teus planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;ainda te vejo aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Nos nossos mundos avessos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;quase iguais a qualquer preço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;No caminho travesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;de fugir do clichê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Ninguém pode ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;que podemos ser iguais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;O amor quando se faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;é bem diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;do que só dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Parece mentira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;mas todos têm que crer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Que agora, nessa vida vadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;estamos juntos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;eu e você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-1325101917648335865?l=relatoosdavida.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/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TL99SCYae4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Kh3emh1rSfg/s72-c/sombras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6468102027669975014</id><published>2010-10-01T19:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T19:51:27.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão de Garota</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TKZl2ya1tVI/AAAAAAAAAvM/EGXkdC-ktqk/s1600/gfr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TKZl2ya1tVI/AAAAAAAAAvM/EGXkdC-ktqk/s320/gfr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu não consigo mais&lt;br /&gt;te ter ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;e te chamar de amigo e nada mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece mentira,&lt;br /&gt;mas o teu olhar me tira o sono&lt;br /&gt;e sobre o papel componho&lt;br /&gt;o verso que nunca pensei em fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vai dizer&lt;br /&gt;que eu não passo de uma garota&lt;br /&gt;Que ando louca, que não ando em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas terei que discordar e dizer &lt;br /&gt;Que tua boca me faz sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu desprezo me faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E que trago em mim&lt;br /&gt;um desespero para te ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vou te ver indo embora&lt;br /&gt;me maldizendo e jogando fora&lt;br /&gt;os meus simples versos de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia desses eu fui feliz, pois sonhei&lt;br /&gt;que em teus braços eu dormia&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua boca me beijava&lt;br /&gt;E que a lua por nos ver felizes&lt;br /&gt;Quase sorria, quase nos invejava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6468102027669975014?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6468102027669975014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6468102027669975014' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6468102027669975014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2657619624317527684</id><published>2010-09-17T21:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:33:40.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trajetória</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TJQH62vv2WI/AAAAAAAAAvA/s2bOs0D1WSo/s1600/principio-da-incerteza-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TJQH62vv2WI/AAAAAAAAAvA/s2bOs0D1WSo/s320/principio-da-incerteza-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No principio era o verbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e o verbo era meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A poesia me feria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas sangue não verteu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A seguir me veio o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;com sabor de ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu não levava jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e sofreu meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E me invadiu depois a música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me dando ritmo pra viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me revelou novos mundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me ensinou a ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois a vida me levou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;de caminho em caminho a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e me mostrou numa canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que minha vida só tem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;quando tens meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;foto: Bailarina Samanta Barros, no espetáculo solo &lt;a href="http://inspiracria.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-principio-da-incerteza.html"&gt;"O principio da Incerteza"&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 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href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-principio.html' title='Trajetória'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TJQH62vv2WI/AAAAAAAAAvA/s2bOs0D1WSo/s72-c/principio-da-incerteza-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6668845800068791</id><published>2010-08-08T20:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:42:04.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um segundo II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TF9AmXjEHLI/AAAAAAAAAuw/V0M4SEvLV3I/s1600/rel.htm" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TF9AmXjEHLI/AAAAAAAAAuw/V0M4SEvLV3I/s320/rel.htm" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;E quando você falha em mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu juro ficar mudo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;não te olhar um segundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Juro não te querer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E cada palavra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sai como um verso imundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que sai manchando tudo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sem ter nenhum porque&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas quando vejo teu olhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;lembro que só contigo eu consigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esbanjar algum sorriso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ser feliz sem mentir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E outra vez vou pros teus braços&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;refazer os laços&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;te encher de versos de luz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;te dar carinho tarde ou cedo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas bem sei que&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;todo amor tem seu lado negro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outra vez vou te dizer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;que o medo de te perder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;causa em mim o exagero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;de por um segundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;não te querer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6668845800068791?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6668845800068791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6668845800068791' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6668845800068791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6668845800068791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/por-um-segundo-ii.html' title='Por um segundo II'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TF9AmXjEHLI/AAAAAAAAAuw/V0M4SEvLV3I/s72-c/rel.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-5861620475402541599</id><published>2010-07-11T02:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T02:45:17.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarto escuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TDlaQ4yZRwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/YmFtNXwaino/s1600/hehe.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TDlaQ4yZRwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/YmFtNXwaino/s320/hehe.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No silêncio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;de um quarto escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;tudo é claro em minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;eu faço verso, fico em cima do muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;tem dias que eu não gosto de gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Brinco com a lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;de um amor que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;corro atrás, mas não dá mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;parte do que eu era ele levou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando a noite, enfim cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;o dia sobe e o sono vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pra onde eu corro pra ter teu abraço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cada passo no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;é um murro na cara do cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;De onde virá o sol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero ter um pouco de sua luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Onde está o ar que me conduz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Meu bem, vou ter que te esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;aqui no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-5861620475402541599?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5861620475402541599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=5861620475402541599' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5861620475402541599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5861620475402541599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/07/quarto-escuro.html' title='Quarto escuro'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TDlaQ4yZRwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/YmFtNXwaino/s72-c/hehe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2637505525091695306</id><published>2010-07-05T04:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:25:36.335-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TDGJeQvX0rI/AAAAAAAAAug/3_20n1IYiYM/s1600/Assim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TDGJeQvX0rI/AAAAAAAAAug/3_20n1IYiYM/s320/Assim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Para &lt;i&gt;quem não quer seu nome aqui.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei te olhar assim&lt;br /&gt;com olhos de quem não te quer&lt;br /&gt;Só sei te  querer em segredo&lt;br /&gt;talvez amar seja o nosso medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu vens sem  avisar,&lt;br /&gt;bagunças meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;me faz sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois vais  embora&lt;br /&gt;sem que eu saibas onde vais&lt;br /&gt;ou se voltas alguma hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me  faz perder o mundo&lt;br /&gt;ter você longe de mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando te perco por um  segundo&lt;br /&gt;temo que esse seja eterno pra ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;é  saudade da tua voz, do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Me afasto do engano&lt;br /&gt;e em meu  coração surge&lt;br /&gt;a certeza de que te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2637505525091695306?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2637505525091695306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2637505525091695306' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2637505525091695306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2637505525091695306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/07/assim.html' title='Assim'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TDGJeQvX0rI/AAAAAAAAAug/3_20n1IYiYM/s72-c/Assim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-247779770401238004</id><published>2010-06-27T04:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T04:40:35.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A morte de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TCcAYIsptWI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ZyZmb6j3Twc/s1600/84908681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TCcAYIsptWI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ZyZmb6j3Twc/s320/84908681.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cada dia que passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;há menos gritos na praça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aquilo que antes nos chamava atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;agora é um ato em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As imagens vão se denegrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;sob o olhar do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;a fé vai se esvaindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;se perdendo por não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;se cumprir as promessas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;por viver na rotina;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;São gritos que nascem no mundo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ora querendo paz, ora dinheiro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Já não dá mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;pois o Santo guerreiro nada faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;o homem pariu sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;o mundo vive de momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;todos lutam por aquilo que não é seu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;do alto não esperam nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O Deus do céu que eles adoravam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;enfim, morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-247779770401238004?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/247779770401238004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TCcAq1mQ9_I/AAAAAAAAAuY/4V6JNWO9BIg/s1600/jully%C2%B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Fujo da insônia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;fujo da vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;fujo de te querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;fujo de sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;E me escondo em meus versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;mesmo sabendo que neles sempre estais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Então, me disponho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;a viver contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;este real sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;O teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;que rouba sempre o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje se mostra&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;mais do que real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Já não vou temer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;todo amor que faz bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;também faz mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;E corro pro teu abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;e em teu corpo refaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;todo amor que um dia tive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;mas destruí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma linda canção para uma linda moça.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6611261540016390450?l=relatoosdavida.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/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TLJUtaqADDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/z7pZ7Mo4zS0/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7317937534129523111</id><published>2010-06-23T23:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T13:38:12.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aconchego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TCLAodtXwkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/k6vdPa3gkd4/s1600/casal_crian%C3%A7as.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TCLAodtXwkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/k6vdPa3gkd4/s320/casal_crian%C3%A7as.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;No sussuro o aconchego&lt;br /&gt;e o apego por amar&lt;br /&gt;Na poesia a sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;do que é a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz pra mim teu coração&lt;br /&gt;deixa que ele venha sem medo&lt;br /&gt;cria em mim um sossego&lt;br /&gt;algo de ti é o que me faz forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pura ilusão&lt;br /&gt;é ter teu coração&lt;br /&gt;distante milhas e milhas do meu&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando amo&lt;br /&gt;sei que meu amor é teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7317937534129523111?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7317937534129523111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7317937534129523111' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7317937534129523111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7317937534129523111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/aconchego.html' title='Aconchego'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TCLAodtXwkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/k6vdPa3gkd4/s72-c/casal_crian%C3%A7as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7207198735376265767</id><published>2010-06-08T23:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:59:57.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O nosso encontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TA8DeUG9Y4I/AAAAAAAAAt4/_0f9GKe8YOE/s1600/teatro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TA8DeUG9Y4I/AAAAAAAAAt4/_0f9GKe8YOE/s320/teatro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aquece na pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;o desejo de te encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;De ver o teu sorriso e te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;dizer tudo o que sinto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O abraço é o convite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra minha boca que insiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;em ganhar a tua;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A lua ilumina o teu olhar que me alucina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E passa a me conquistar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O sofá é um presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra um amor que arde tão quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem saber se controlar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O beijo é frequente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nos envolve e nos faz perder a mente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O corpo vai avançando quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em meio ao frio e a apatia do lugar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Navegas em mim com teus beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;e não nego que em ti navego também;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Teu olhar me diz "vem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem ter hora pra voltar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A despedida nunca é bem-vinda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A saudade torna-se minha amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Até o sol raiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando de novo eu vou poder te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7207198735376265767?l=relatoosdavida.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/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TA8DeUG9Y4I/AAAAAAAAAt4/_0f9GKe8YOE/s72-c/teatro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7726234398642515020</id><published>2010-06-08T23:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:02:52.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desfigurado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TA8COVIK4vI/AAAAAAAAAtw/76Tmfpx6-QE/s1600/Olinda_Noite01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TA8COVIK4vI/AAAAAAAAAtw/76Tmfpx6-QE/s320/Olinda_Noite01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mesmo que eu sinta as palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;daquele delírio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;daquele absinto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;daquela memória esquecida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;perdida no fluxo arrastado de estrelas exatas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;meu corpo é um ponto encorpado na esquina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;em meio a notícias de vida sem corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;mulas sem cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;sem vistas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;que a beça se enforcam em revistas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Inda que eu siga o rumo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;dos cafés do centro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;lá onde os meninos &lt;/div&gt;são o centro de tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;são todos, no entanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;um tanto confusos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;sozinhos, um bando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;estão tontos, sozinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;não posso seguir o destino do centro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;do tempo que curva o caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;do eu peregrino, em si um desatino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis que decido num espanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dar a meia volta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;riscar a avenida, traçar a medida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do canto, do fausto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cravar no asfalto a revolta,&amp;nbsp;a guerrilha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ao chegar em casa vou produzir versos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em largas escalas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;romper com as escolas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;viver nas imagens já desfiguradas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;da minha figura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_549840113"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fcordeiro"&gt;Felipe Cord&lt;span id="goog_549840114"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Música "Desfigurado" de autoria de Felipe Cordeiro.Considero uma das melhores do cd "Banquete", o primeiro de sua autoria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7726234398642515020?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7726234398642515020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7726234398642515020' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7726234398642515020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7726234398642515020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/desfigurado.html' title='Desfigurado'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TA8COVIK4vI/AAAAAAAAAtw/76Tmfpx6-QE/s72-c/Olinda_Noite01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2027724294305037174</id><published>2010-05-20T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:19:34.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Particularidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S_SplvH6b-I/AAAAAAAAAto/axDNG7T77Wc/s1600/wwwpbasecommartalgfimage39383494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S_SplvH6b-I/AAAAAAAAAto/axDNG7T77Wc/s320/wwwpbasecommartalgfimage39383494.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deslizo minha mão por teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Como se guiasse o vento&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em mim me supõe&lt;br /&gt;Um simples olhar revela meu intento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso prazer insensato&lt;br /&gt;nos leva ao lugar exato,&lt;br /&gt;à um querer incontrolável&lt;br /&gt;Pele, pelo, beijo, tudo e nada mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entro em ti sem pedir licença&lt;br /&gt;Vario de frequencia em frequencia&lt;br /&gt;O grito no silencio somos nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na segurança de um quarto fechado&lt;br /&gt;Nosso corpo fica entrelaçado&lt;br /&gt;Dessarumando nossos lençois&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acontece quando estamos a sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E meu corpo vira água&lt;br /&gt;e te deixo mergulhar em mim&lt;br /&gt;E ficamos assim&lt;br /&gt;Misturados entre prazer e coração&lt;br /&gt;Unidos um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;Desejo, beijo,olhar, carícia, paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2027724294305037174?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2027724294305037174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2027724294305037174' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2027724294305037174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2027724294305037174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/particularidades.html' title='Particularidades'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S_SplvH6b-I/AAAAAAAAAto/axDNG7T77Wc/s72-c/wwwpbasecommartalgfimage39383494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-9195068857064961164</id><published>2010-05-08T11:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:10:29.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Incertezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S-Vvvw2A67I/AAAAAAAAAsw/exeYOudf4ks/s1600/Incerteza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S-Vvvw2A67I/AAAAAAAAAsw/exeYOudf4ks/s320/Incerteza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beijo tua boca&lt;br /&gt;que me dá um gosto de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade não tenho certeza&lt;br /&gt;se tua boca tem o gosto que sonhei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que entre nós dois &lt;br /&gt;algo está se partindo&lt;br /&gt;Misturando desejos em&lt;br /&gt;uma cama de mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Desconfiando de tudo que não vemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;a música não pode parar&lt;br /&gt;Depois do primeiro acorde temos de continuar&lt;br /&gt;E fazer dela o retrato do nosso coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu abraço é tão apertado&lt;br /&gt;que posso me sufocar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ele seja falso&lt;br /&gt;mesmo assim me faz sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poema que se tornou uma linda canção em parceria com o &lt;a href="http://imunidadepoetica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucas Cardoso&lt;/a&gt;.Assim que puder eu mostro aqui não somente esta, mas os outros poemas que viraram música.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S-Vvvw2A67I/AAAAAAAAAsw/exeYOudf4ks/s72-c/Incerteza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-1821844175285198194</id><published>2010-05-03T11:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:19:02.002-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S97a2gDBqZI/AAAAAAAAAso/YQqqMUJOMi0/s1600/Tarde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S97a2gDBqZI/AAAAAAAAAso/YQqqMUJOMi0/s320/Tarde.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sinto teu cheiro vir&lt;br /&gt;e tua mão me aquecer&lt;br /&gt;e começa a chover&lt;br /&gt;Essa é uma tarde sem te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens de chuva&lt;br /&gt;são da cor da saudade&lt;br /&gt;Cada gota que cai leva minha liberdade&lt;br /&gt;de ter teu corpo nu por toda tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me diga&lt;br /&gt;Se teu beijo ainda me quer&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda sou o teu homem&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda és minha mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não minta&lt;br /&gt;um vez sequer&lt;br /&gt;Venha me encontrar de novo&lt;br /&gt;e fazer de mim o que quiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vago nessa chuva assim&lt;br /&gt;com o meu eu longe de mim&lt;br /&gt;Esperando saber se posso viver&lt;br /&gt;Com tantas tardes sem te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando o amor me falar&lt;br /&gt;Como posso te amar&lt;br /&gt;se de mim nem queres saber&lt;br /&gt;se aos poucos me tira de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-1821844175285198194?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1821844175285198194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=1821844175285198194' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/1821844175285198194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/1821844175285198194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/tarde.html' title='Tarde'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S97a2gDBqZI/AAAAAAAAAso/YQqqMUJOMi0/s72-c/Tarde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6124662869150212806</id><published>2010-04-29T00:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:30:09.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em teus olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S9j_56ZQUTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5iawOR-fuBw/s1600/Bee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S9j_56ZQUTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5iawOR-fuBw/s320/Bee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vejo em teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;a sinceridade de um amor&lt;br /&gt;que teus lábios - por medo-&lt;br /&gt;escondem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um sono que não dorme&lt;br /&gt;E que implora e aguarda por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha menina do beijo sincero&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu espero&lt;br /&gt;É que amanhã não finjas&lt;br /&gt;que nada aconteceu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois ao sentir teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração &lt;br /&gt;se entrelaçou ao teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Minha querida Beatriz Ubarana, por Luisa Ubarana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S9j_56ZQUTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5iawOR-fuBw/s72-c/Bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-4317297581194857780</id><published>2010-04-25T21:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:08:03.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter V - Council of a caterpillar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S9TjwG8kkaI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ORihciaC3Y8/s1600/alice15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S9TjwG8kkaI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ORihciaC3Y8/s320/alice15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not an encouraging  opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I-I  hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got  up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times  since then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar,  sternly, “Explain yourself!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t explain myself, I’m  afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “because I’m not myself, you see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Lewis Carroll, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland &lt;/span&gt;(1866).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado à minha querida &lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAALohDvRaweb9JCypcg2M5hTmGShqE5yCgMg_fJMGZT6ma7duzKwlim05VJ_18U4Rtq_S90OHf4f9bkvTXz369FQAm1T1UFGktFKGjnXHg2ZCUOFcT3ngwDxA.jpg"&gt;Beatriz Ubarana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-4317297581194857780?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4317297581194857780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=4317297581194857780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4317297581194857780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4317297581194857780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/chapter-v-council-of-caterpillar.html' title='Chapter V - Council of a caterpillar'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S9TjwG8kkaI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ORihciaC3Y8/s72-c/alice15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6168967043827204344</id><published>2010-04-21T23:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:50:13.361-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S8-5OM4Lj5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ZRC8Vmjmbs0/s1600/o-banquete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S8-5OM4Lj5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ZRC8Vmjmbs0/s320/o-banquete.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sou amor&lt;br /&gt;Sou saudade&lt;br /&gt;Vago para longe &lt;br /&gt;do meu destino&lt;br /&gt;Posto que sou idéia&lt;br /&gt;Sou querer&lt;br /&gt;Sou desatino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De onde vem o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu possa saber&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o céu do homem&lt;br /&gt;depois que ele quiser morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falsos&amp;nbsp; profetas, falsas promessas&lt;br /&gt;De onde vem a voz que acalma o mar&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu possa saber&lt;br /&gt;Para que existe o mar&lt;br /&gt;se nele eu posso morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nessa dança&lt;br /&gt;pecam por não saber&lt;br /&gt;Pois todas as alianças&lt;br /&gt;são quebradas no outro amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foto: Banquete dionisíaco.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6168967043827204344?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6168967043827204344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6168967043827204344' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6168967043827204344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6168967043827204344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/danca.html' title='Dança'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S8-5OM4Lj5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ZRC8Vmjmbs0/s72-c/o-banquete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2744192532582367023</id><published>2010-04-18T01:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:16:20.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S8qHfXVYLpI/AAAAAAAAAsI/oWfhpKw1jlI/s1600/Goeldi-Chuva_sd2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S8qHfXVYLpI/AAAAAAAAAsI/oWfhpKw1jlI/s320/Goeldi-Chuva_sd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Agora que eu te quero&lt;br /&gt;Eu aqui estou, sozinho;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo a sair do sério&lt;br /&gt;mais morto do que cemitério, sozinho;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo poeta, acrobata&lt;br /&gt;do circo da vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter uma saída, sozinho;&lt;br /&gt;Eis-me vil de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Criminoso perfeito, sozinho;&lt;br /&gt;Ando longe do teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;me fazendo conhecido&lt;br /&gt;de mim mesmo, sozinho;&lt;br /&gt;Incertas poesias&lt;br /&gt;Incertas por serem só&lt;br /&gt;Me perdi em tuas vias&lt;br /&gt;Volto a ser Adão&lt;br /&gt;Homem, barro, pó, só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2744192532582367023?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2744192532582367023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2744192532582367023' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2744192532582367023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2744192532582367023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/sozinho.html' title='Sozinho'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S8qHfXVYLpI/AAAAAAAAAsI/oWfhpKw1jlI/s72-c/Goeldi-Chuva_sd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6244480073061951263</id><published>2010-04-11T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:51:45.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema para o poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S8JgfHxrsaI/AAAAAAAAAsA/8l8m4bQmVNs/s1600/92380646.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S8JgfHxrsaI/AAAAAAAAAsA/8l8m4bQmVNs/s320/92380646.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah!Se eu te tivesse, poeta!&lt;br /&gt;Guardaria teus versos em mim&lt;br /&gt;faria deles uma parte da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;e jamais os abandonaria;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te tivesse, poeta!&lt;br /&gt;O meu viver seria para ti&lt;br /&gt;e a tempo e fora de tempo&lt;br /&gt;eu iria te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;e te daria beijos para te inspirar&lt;br /&gt;e melodias para ti cantar!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te tivesse, poeta&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos por um segundo!&lt;br /&gt;eu te protegeria dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Te ausentava de todo sofrer&lt;br /&gt;e te amaria calorosamente&lt;br /&gt;enquanto eu pudesse viver;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!Se eu te tivesse, poeta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sophie Legrand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6244480073061951263?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6244480073061951263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6244480073061951263' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6244480073061951263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6244480073061951263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/poema-para-o-poeta.html' title='Poema para o poeta'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S8JgfHxrsaI/AAAAAAAAAsA/8l8m4bQmVNs/s72-c/92380646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7779704579945672015</id><published>2010-04-08T15:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:15:00.092-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nos muros da cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S74bkXP3THI/AAAAAAAAArY/XmtfCfV25JE/s1600/poemas-de-paulo-leminski-pichados-muro-curitiba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S74bkXP3THI/AAAAAAAAArY/XmtfCfV25JE/s320/poemas-de-paulo-leminski-pichados-muro-curitiba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Está escrito nos muros da cidade&lt;br /&gt;os versos de um sociedade&lt;br /&gt;que enlouqueceu;&lt;br /&gt;A cada grito de necessidade&lt;br /&gt;nasce um silêncio, &lt;br /&gt;nasce um breu;&lt;br /&gt;Nem o céu, nem os homens&lt;br /&gt;ajudam quem quer cessar sua fome;&lt;br /&gt;As imagens continuam paradas&lt;br /&gt;Permanecem caladas&lt;br /&gt;para quem tanto pediu;&lt;br /&gt;Nada no mundo desfaz&lt;br /&gt;seu próprio abandono&lt;br /&gt;A poesia ficou suja&lt;br /&gt;e todos os versos&lt;br /&gt;são somente sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;i&gt;Pichações de Leminski em São Paulo: "Poesia Pichada" e "Matéria é mentira" .Tirada do blog &lt;a href="http://www.oguiaverde.com/?p=548"&gt;"O Guia verde"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7779704579945672015?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7779704579945672015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7779704579945672015' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7779704579945672015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7779704579945672015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/esta-escrito-nos-muros-da-cidade-os.html' title='Nos muros da cidade'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S74bkXP3THI/AAAAAAAAArY/XmtfCfV25JE/s72-c/poemas-de-paulo-leminski-pichados-muro-curitiba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-4264896819088330593</id><published>2010-04-07T20:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:26:02.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passam as primaveras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S70UeV-XJmI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-j7UfOMV3ew/s1600/Passam+as+primaveras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S70UeV-XJmI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-j7UfOMV3ew/s320/Passam+as+primaveras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Passam as primaveras&lt;br /&gt;sem que em meu tempo eu possa notar&lt;br /&gt;As coisas continuam belas,&lt;br /&gt;mas as telas mudaram de lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fui amor, amigo, profano&lt;br /&gt;Já fui soul, rock, mundano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam as primaveras&lt;br /&gt;e meus pensamentos começam a se tornar um&lt;br /&gt;Vendo as coisas só por um lado&lt;br /&gt;cheguei a lugar nenhum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero ter o que nunca quis&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não vou fazer o que sempre fiz&lt;br /&gt;Passam as primaveras, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;É hora de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora com 17 anos. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-4264896819088330593?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4264896819088330593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=4264896819088330593' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4264896819088330593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4264896819088330593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/passam-as-primaveras.html' title='Passam as primaveras'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S70UeV-XJmI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-j7UfOMV3ew/s72-c/Passam+as+primaveras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6713511670647156325</id><published>2010-04-04T01:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T03:07:34.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7gQWb0LpSI/AAAAAAAAArI/UqRP4TroT5k/s1600/200406017-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7gQWb0LpSI/AAAAAAAAArI/UqRP4TroT5k/s320/200406017-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Espero um dia dizer de novo&lt;br /&gt;que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo e além&lt;br /&gt;do que é sinceridade em mim;&lt;br /&gt;Construir nosso texto sem vírgulas&lt;br /&gt;fazer nosso show sem aplausos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero ver nossos passos&lt;br /&gt;juntos em sincronia de ballet&lt;br /&gt;Espero ver a nossa fé&lt;br /&gt;ser muito além de religiões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero ver nossas canções&lt;br /&gt;sendo cantadas para um teatro sem público(...)&lt;br /&gt;Dançar num embalo estúpido&lt;br /&gt;ser apenas um em nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6713511670647156325?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6713511670647156325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6713511670647156325' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6713511670647156325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6713511670647156325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/espero.html' title='Espero'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7gQWb0LpSI/AAAAAAAAArI/UqRP4TroT5k/s72-c/200406017-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-3484966725349402916</id><published>2010-04-03T12:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:52:15.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Selo Beautiful Blogger Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7dd6PcJQTI/AAAAAAAAAq4/XNtGEyuZjuw/s1600/Beautiful_Blogger_Award%5B6%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7dd6PcJQTI/AAAAAAAAAq4/XNtGEyuZjuw/s320/Beautiful_Blogger_Award%5B6%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E veio mais um!Dessa vez indicado pela minha querida&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Verônica Barbosa do &lt;a href="http://cortex-nuclear.blogspot.com/"&gt;Córtex Nuclear&lt;/a&gt;.Agradeço grandemente por este carinho e reconhecimento!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;As regras deste me pedem para dizer sete coisas sobre mim e indicar sete blogs.Vamos lá!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 coisas sobre mim: Improvavél, ariano, imperfeito, adorável, confiável, poeta, músico.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indicados de hoje será só de seguidores meus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://atavernadomoe.blogspot.com/"&gt;A taverna do Moe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://aleharumi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Inconstância&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://oisoualola.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jovem Lola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hell-boyy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Come  and say that you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1002954248"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://somdonorte.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1002954249"&gt;Som do Norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1002954249"&gt;&lt;a href="http://orecantodasletras.blogspot.com/"&gt;O recanto das letras &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1002954249"&gt;&lt;a href="http://exiliosdaalma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Exílios da alma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1002954249"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O selo vai ficar ali do lado.Até a próxima!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-3484966725349402916?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3484966725349402916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=3484966725349402916' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3484966725349402916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3484966725349402916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/selo-beatiful-blogger-award.html' title='Selo Beautiful Blogger Award'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7dd6PcJQTI/AAAAAAAAAq4/XNtGEyuZjuw/s72-c/Beautiful_Blogger_Award%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2794692796955229289</id><published>2010-04-03T01:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:44:46.745-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prêmio Dardos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7bAJD7Qq9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/V8YSCYjsZuc/s1600/selo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7bAJD7Qq9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/V8YSCYjsZuc/s1600/selo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7bAJD7Qq9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/V8YSCYjsZuc/s320/selo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Prêmio Dardos é um reconhecimento dos valores que cada blogueiro   emprega ao transmitir valores culturais, éticos, literários, pessoais,   etc. que, em suma, demonstram sua criatividade através do pensamento   vivo que está e permanece intacto entre suas letras, entre suas   palavras. Esses selos foram criados com a intenção de promover a   confraternização entre os blogueiros, uma forma de demonstrar carinho e   reconhecimento por um trabalho que agregue valor à Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ganhador do "Prêmio Dardos" deve fazer:&lt;br /&gt;1. Você deve exibir a imagem do selo em seu blog.&lt;br /&gt;2.Você deve linkar o blog pelo qual recebeu a indicação.&lt;br /&gt;3.Escolher outros quinze blogs a quem entregar o prêmio dardo.&lt;br /&gt;4.Avisar os escolhidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agradeço muito, primeiramente ao Henrique Alvez do &lt;a href="http://baudopascacio.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baú de um Pascácio excêtrico&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do qual fui indicado pela primeira vez ao "Prêmio dardos" e ao Karlo Almeida do&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://karloalmeida.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Living and Learning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;por mais esta indicação.Obrigado pela indicação, carinho e admiração!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;À vocês o meu sincero agradecimento!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora como é dito, vamos às indicações!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://somdonorte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Som do norte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://bandablueblood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Banda Blue Blood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://orecantodasletras.blogspot.com/"&gt;O recanto das letras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imunidadepoetica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Imunidade Poética&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://arthurnogueira.blogspot.com/"&gt;Música para ler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://apaginabranca.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Página Branca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://exiliosdaalma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Exílios da alma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://estudiomassagrossa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Estúdio Massa Grossa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://silviamarasempaginas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amarela Poesia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mentealternativasa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mente alternativa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ps.Ainda sobraram 5 indicações.Quem me segue e queira ser indicado deixe o blog nos comentários que eu irei ver.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Como este post não será sempre o primeiro, o selo e o agradecimento ficam ali ao lado, é só ir lá ver.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2794692796955229289?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2794692796955229289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2794692796955229289' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2794692796955229289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2794692796955229289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/premio-dardos.html' title='Prêmio Dardos'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7bAJD7Qq9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/V8YSCYjsZuc/s72-c/selo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7836940865584659426</id><published>2010-04-01T03:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:05:52.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7Q3s1QU2MI/AAAAAAAAAqo/0-pa2nDuA5s/s1600/olhardacrianawj3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7Q3s1QU2MI/AAAAAAAAAqo/0-pa2nDuA5s/s320/olhardacrianawj3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fica quieto, te acalma&lt;br /&gt;não podes ser assim todo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei do teu intento,&lt;br /&gt;mas as coisas não são assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sei quem queres aqui&lt;br /&gt;só controle tua vontade&lt;br /&gt;Espera ela ter saudade&lt;br /&gt;daí mostres teu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fiques assim, menino&lt;br /&gt;são coisas que acontecem&lt;br /&gt;Uma hora é amor demais&lt;br /&gt;outra hora as responsabilidades crescem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que te resta é aproveitar&lt;br /&gt;o tempo que o tempo te deu&lt;br /&gt;Do coração que não é&lt;br /&gt;mais de todo teu&lt;br /&gt;Tenta ficar com a parte que te basta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7836940865584659426?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7836940865584659426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7836940865584659426' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7836940865584659426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7836940865584659426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/conversa.html' title='Conversa'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S7Q3s1QU2MI/AAAAAAAAAqo/0-pa2nDuA5s/s72-c/olhardacrianawj3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7801104670733552022</id><published>2010-03-28T00:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:27:19.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S67MeoswuxI/AAAAAAAAAqg/IL53dglVKsk/s1600/89120815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S67MeoswuxI/AAAAAAAAAqg/IL53dglVKsk/s320/89120815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo em mim quer se livrar&lt;br /&gt;das mãos levantadas em vão&lt;br /&gt;de um chorar por uma clichê adoração&lt;br /&gt;de sofrer sem saber o que paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não posso viver&lt;br /&gt;pois não tenho dinheiro pra pagar minha fé&lt;br /&gt;Aqui nunca se sabe quem Deus é&lt;br /&gt;ou do que é necessário para se crer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa corrida nem todo tempo é dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Já vi que nem todo santo é milagreiro&lt;br /&gt;Pois nem todo ser que foi guerreiro&lt;br /&gt;vai querer ser deus em troca de sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo em mim não quer mais o céu&lt;br /&gt;Algo em mim, algo em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7801104670733552022?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7801104670733552022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7801104670733552022' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7801104670733552022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7801104670733552022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/algo-em-mim.html' title='Algo em mim'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S67MeoswuxI/AAAAAAAAAqg/IL53dglVKsk/s72-c/89120815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2398365266681529234</id><published>2010-03-28T00:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:15:43.738-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Forasteiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S67IvH_JzNI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/796B1HWHm9Y/s1600/72630037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S67IvH_JzNI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/796B1HWHm9Y/s320/72630037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que ando triste&lt;br /&gt;vago em cidade estrangeira&lt;br /&gt;sem ter olhos que me queiram&lt;br /&gt;beira estrada, forasteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que ando triste&lt;br /&gt;chego ao ultimo destino&lt;br /&gt;bem pra lá do desatino&lt;br /&gt;feito poeta primeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do músico, professor e poeta &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://apaginabranca.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renato Torres&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2398365266681529234?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2398365266681529234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2398365266681529234' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2398365266681529234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2398365266681529234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/forasteiro.html' title='Forasteiro'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S67IvH_JzNI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/796B1HWHm9Y/s72-c/72630037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-3305795507766012903</id><published>2010-03-23T20:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:54:20.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecos no teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S6lT_6Pz22I/AAAAAAAAAqI/1Q9WWgSr4Os/s1600-h/200430445-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S6lT_6Pz22I/AAAAAAAAAqI/1Q9WWgSr4Os/s320/200430445-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A platéia já não existe&lt;br /&gt;Não importa como as cortinas estão&lt;br /&gt;Aquele palco ainda resiste&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que espetáculo não há&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasga o silêncio aquele gemido&lt;br /&gt;Tornando tudo aquilo mais bonito&lt;br /&gt;desfaz o ar esquisito&lt;br /&gt;de ter tristeza sem saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquece o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;teu beijo cheio de desejo&lt;br /&gt;e teu abraço sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;faz de mim teu singelo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco meu coração&lt;br /&gt;que está perdido nesse teatro&lt;br /&gt;O perdi no ultimo ato&lt;br /&gt;quando vi que não irias voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raros são os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;em lugar tão sem vida&lt;br /&gt;depois que subo no palco não tenho saída&lt;br /&gt;terei de mostrar minha farsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te procuro aqui&lt;br /&gt;sabendo que vais fugir de mim&lt;br /&gt;mesmo assim quero te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;para ver o que sou em teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco por ti, menina&lt;br /&gt;Para te contar o meu pecado&lt;br /&gt;Pois o "eu e você" é só um sonho&lt;br /&gt;fazendo ecos no teatro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-3305795507766012903?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3305795507766012903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=3305795507766012903' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3305795507766012903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3305795507766012903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/ecos-no-teatro.html' title='Ecos no teatro'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S6lT_6Pz22I/AAAAAAAAAqI/1Q9WWgSr4Os/s72-c/200430445-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-656302191877335719</id><published>2010-03-17T01:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:48:09.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha bailarina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S6BetZh_TNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rHt0yD_Kq90/s1600-h/balarina.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S6BetZh_TNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rHt0yD_Kq90/s320/balarina.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Minha bailarina,&lt;br /&gt;não demores para voltar, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti sou vago, infeliz, um &lt;i&gt;pierrot&lt;/i&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Pois o que eu guardo dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;é maior do que tu sentes por ti;&lt;br /&gt;Faço de tudo para estar ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;viro guerreiro, &lt;i&gt;monsenhor&lt;/i&gt; e poeta apaixonado;&lt;br /&gt;Minha bailarina de traços finos e passos leves,&lt;br /&gt;me leve para junto de ti;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração aberto está,&lt;br /&gt;Menina de amor sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;sem guarda nem porteira&lt;br /&gt;para que tu mores dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-656302191877335719?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/656302191877335719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=656302191877335719' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/656302191877335719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/656302191877335719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/minha-bailarina.html' title='Minha bailarina'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S6BetZh_TNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rHt0yD_Kq90/s72-c/balarina.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2990221651789229884</id><published>2010-03-06T19:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:10:20.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No fundo do meu coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S5LalO7MOmI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Jc-S58suhtQ/s1600-h/889208-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S5LalO7MOmI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Jc-S58suhtQ/s320/889208-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aquele teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;ainda está em minha memória&lt;br /&gt;O timbre da tua voz, teu sorriso inocente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho em mim&lt;br /&gt;um pouco do teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto teus abraços,&lt;br /&gt;ainda sei juntar nossos passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;é onde há mais amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua essência corre em mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero o que há em ti&lt;br /&gt;que nunca foi meu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero o beijo que não me deste&lt;br /&gt;e que venhas logo&lt;br /&gt;buscar o que é teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Por recomendação de Beatriz Ubarana)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2990221651789229884?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2990221651789229884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2990221651789229884' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2990221651789229884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2990221651789229884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-fundo-do-meu-coracao.html' title='No fundo do meu coração'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S5LalO7MOmI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Jc-S58suhtQ/s72-c/889208-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-616864728089037009</id><published>2010-03-04T03:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T03:23:01.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos e canções</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S49RUHdiqzI/AAAAAAAAAps/L-YIW8pFpZU/s1600-h/versos+e+can%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S49RUHdiqzI/AAAAAAAAAps/L-YIW8pFpZU/s320/versos+e+can%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu tinha versos e canções&lt;br /&gt;tinha minhas ilusões e meus medos&lt;br /&gt;meus anseios em forma de poesia&lt;br /&gt;meu receio de ser noite em pleno dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha tudo isso pra te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;mas tu só vieste pra me falar&lt;br /&gt;que não poderias me escutar&lt;br /&gt;e nem mostrar o teu por que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que faço&lt;br /&gt;com meus versos e medos&lt;br /&gt;embutidos em meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;despejados nessa canção?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração&lt;br /&gt;sem sentir desejo&lt;br /&gt;Já não é mais o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;depois que tudo se foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda espero um dia&lt;br /&gt;saber que sem querer tu sabias&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que tinha pra te falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-616864728089037009?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/616864728089037009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=616864728089037009' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/616864728089037009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/616864728089037009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/versos-e-cancoes.html' title='Versos e canções'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S49RUHdiqzI/AAAAAAAAAps/L-YIW8pFpZU/s72-c/versos+e+can%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-3119716168752146081</id><published>2010-02-27T06:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:05:27.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistério</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S4jequ7oSAI/AAAAAAAAApk/zFWFZEbHJX8/s1600-h/Sim,+ela+%C3%A9+mal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde tu escondes teus segredos&lt;br /&gt;e onde começam teus mistérios?&lt;br /&gt;O que escondem teus olhos, teus risos e tudo o que me tira do sério?&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me saber por um instante&lt;br /&gt;o por que desse olhar distante&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me saber por um segundo&lt;br /&gt;o que acontece no teu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Pois nele eu não serei&lt;br /&gt;nada além de mim mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;Me mostre teu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;não se esconda atrás de um beijo;&lt;br /&gt;O que há dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;que não seja tão merecedor de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-3119716168752146081?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3119716168752146081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=3119716168752146081' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3119716168752146081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3119716168752146081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/misterio.html' title='Mistério'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-3360153626466827253</id><published>2010-02-25T00:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:25:17.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesse mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S4XtS1mYITI/AAAAAAAAApY/DxCVT78USOs/s1600-h/Olhares.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S4XtS1mYITI/AAAAAAAAApY/DxCVT78USOs/s320/Olhares.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nesse mundo em que vivo&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo do possível&lt;br /&gt;Por isso carrego comigo o improvável&lt;br /&gt;Pra não morrer de forma repentina&lt;br /&gt;Pois quem morre assim&lt;br /&gt;é quem cai na rotina;&lt;br /&gt;E sei que muitos são assim,&lt;br /&gt;Pois parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;é a pessoa que mata&lt;br /&gt;E a outra é a pessoa que morre;&lt;br /&gt;O choro daquela criança com fome&lt;br /&gt;também é meu&lt;br /&gt;E quem acabou com aquele homem&lt;br /&gt;também fui eu.&lt;br /&gt;Pois aqui não há santos nem orações&lt;br /&gt;Cada um faz de si seu proprio deus;&lt;br /&gt;E vou andando mesmo assim,&lt;br /&gt;Pra não esquecer de onde eu vim&lt;br /&gt;Nem pra eu onde eu quero chegar;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me jogar no mar&lt;br /&gt;E ali construir minha própria antlâtis&lt;br /&gt;E nesse instante&lt;br /&gt;Tentar trazer de volta o que sempre foi meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foto:Angélica Lira&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1267066453894"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1267066453895"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-3360153626466827253?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3360153626466827253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=3360153626466827253' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3360153626466827253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3360153626466827253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/serenata-para-belem.html' title='Nesse mundo'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S4XtS1mYITI/AAAAAAAAApY/DxCVT78USOs/s72-c/Olhares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7874524876557811472</id><published>2010-02-19T02:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:39:44.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S34mD04T0nI/AAAAAAAAApA/4XQzviKfJww/s1600-h/91235324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S34mD04T0nI/AAAAAAAAApA/4XQzviKfJww/s320/91235324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada vai valer&lt;br /&gt;longe de você&lt;br /&gt;seja o que for;&lt;br /&gt;Nada cala a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;de não te ter perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;longe de ti fujo de mim,&lt;br /&gt;por não saber o que sou;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lugar que eu vou&lt;br /&gt;te levo dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;seja aqui ou no Arpoador;&lt;br /&gt;Seja na melodia que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;ou em outro país&lt;br /&gt;tudo em mim é parte de ti;&lt;br /&gt;Vem me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;nos lugares além da poesia&lt;br /&gt;Seja meia-noite ou meio-dia&lt;br /&gt;Preciso te encontrar;&lt;br /&gt;Me diz uma mentira&lt;br /&gt;me mostra tua verdade,&lt;br /&gt;vem me tirar do mar da saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7874524876557811472?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7874524876557811472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7874524876557811472' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7874524876557811472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7874524876557811472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/recado.html' title='Recado'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S34mD04T0nI/AAAAAAAAApA/4XQzviKfJww/s72-c/91235324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-4946615149790689966</id><published>2010-02-13T22:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:33:13.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A bailarina VI</title><content type='html'>- &lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/es-minha-flor-minha-menina-meu-bem.html"&gt;A Bailarina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/bailarina-i-i.html"&gt;A Bailarina II&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/bailarina-iii.html"&gt;A Bailarina III&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S3dQMiQelQI/AAAAAAAAAno/MqgmcgArhZ8/s1600-h/bailarina1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S3dQMiQelQI/AAAAAAAAAno/MqgmcgArhZ8/s320/bailarina1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/bailarina-iv.html"&gt;A Bailarina Iv&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/bailarina-v.html"&gt;A Bailarina V&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando o profundo&lt;br /&gt;De um mar absurdo&lt;br /&gt;Eu me deparei com meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;E do quanto estavas presente nele,&lt;br /&gt;Estavam teus passos e teus olhares,&lt;br /&gt;presentes em meu céu,&lt;br /&gt;pairando pelos meus ares;&lt;br /&gt;E eu cego não vi&lt;br /&gt;Que a bailarina que eu procurei&lt;br /&gt;Estava em quem eu num acaso encontrei;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a bailarina dança pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;me toma em seus braços,&lt;br /&gt;me afoga com seus beijos,&lt;br /&gt;me recompõe com seus abraços;&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos me tomam de mim&lt;br /&gt;Me fazem viajar no seu espetáculo&lt;br /&gt;Nos verdes mares de sua retina&lt;br /&gt;Que em mim desatina&lt;br /&gt;Um novo cantar, um novo querer;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor agora é teu&lt;br /&gt;Pois tu trouxestes de volta o que era meu&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que em versos eu sonhava!&lt;br /&gt;Trouxeste contigo meu sorrir&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade esquecida em algum lugar &lt;br /&gt;Em alguma cidade&lt;br /&gt;És meu bem, minha flor, minha menina&lt;br /&gt;O meu eterno respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A minha bailarina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Findo aqui a minha "saga" de poemas "A Bailarina".Confesso que foi um prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-4946615149790689966?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4946615149790689966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=4946615149790689966' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4946615149790689966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4946615149790689966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/bailarina-vi.html' title='A bailarina VI'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S3dQMiQelQI/AAAAAAAAAno/MqgmcgArhZ8/s72-c/bailarina1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-3757284990127493984</id><published>2010-01-27T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:02:50.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos da madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S2DiLHBPcoI/AAAAAAAAAng/Mb7Cel7g4Cg/s1600-h/200321390-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S2DiLHBPcoI/AAAAAAAAAng/Mb7Cel7g4Cg/s320/200321390-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fria é a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;sem teu corpo pra me dar calor;&lt;br /&gt;Triste é a minha estrada,&lt;br /&gt;E já não sei pra onde vou;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu corro pra tomar um porre&lt;br /&gt;O copo corre de mim também&lt;br /&gt;E quando não estais aqui,&lt;br /&gt;nada fica bem;&lt;br /&gt;Quando teu corpo não me aquece&lt;br /&gt;a madrugada pára e o dia não amanhece;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te buscar em meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sendo difícil pra mim;&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando não estais comigo&lt;br /&gt;meu sono não quer dormir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-3757284990127493984?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3757284990127493984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=3757284990127493984' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3757284990127493984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3757284990127493984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/versos-da-madrugada.html' title='Versos da madrugada'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S2DiLHBPcoI/AAAAAAAAAng/Mb7Cel7g4Cg/s72-c/200321390-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-9221903793910730541</id><published>2010-01-20T19:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:42:09.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S1eGs_AdAkI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mUkHNqFI2YA/s1600-h/casal.jpgs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S1eGs_AdAkI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mUkHNqFI2YA/s320/casal.jpgs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meu corpo é tua morada&lt;br /&gt;onde sempre vais habitar;&lt;br /&gt;E o teu templo&lt;br /&gt;pra chorar tuas mágoas&lt;br /&gt;cantar, rir e dançar;&lt;br /&gt;Vou por cada canto do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;criando minha liberdade&lt;br /&gt;encontrando felicidade&lt;br /&gt;mesmo onde eu não possa ver;&lt;br /&gt;E vais a 100 por hora&lt;br /&gt;pelas vias de meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;me fazendo gritar feito louco&lt;br /&gt;em uma mistura de medo da morte e prazer;&lt;br /&gt;O pecado da boca nunca é o beijo;&lt;br /&gt;O doce da vida é o desejo;&lt;br /&gt;O amargo é ter de o impedir;&lt;br /&gt;Meu santo e profano é muito complexo&lt;br /&gt;E sei que mesmo assim vais entender;&lt;br /&gt;Percorro conhecendo o teu sexo&lt;br /&gt;E não encontro nenhum limite&lt;br /&gt;entre o teu querer e o meu verso;&lt;br /&gt;E vou navegar pelos teus mares não navegados&lt;br /&gt;E me jogar de onde não posso ver;&lt;br /&gt;Vou pelo teu céu e inferno;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje e no nosso pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;vou te amar e te querer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-9221903793910730541?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9221903793910730541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=9221903793910730541' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/9221903793910730541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/9221903793910730541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/poema.html' title='Poema'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S1eGs_AdAkI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mUkHNqFI2YA/s72-c/casal.jpgs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-262039369299639436</id><published>2010-01-16T03:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T03:48:24.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S1FhLfdyAKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7GaozzwpigE/s1600-h/saudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S1FhLfdyAKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7GaozzwpigE/s320/saudade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O sol quando desce o horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Não esquece&lt;br /&gt;Que eu ainda estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Com saudades do teu olhar;&lt;br /&gt;A lua quando toca o mar&lt;br /&gt;Reflete&lt;br /&gt;O brilho dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Quem me levam ao êxtase&lt;br /&gt;Que me aquecem;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva quando cai&lt;br /&gt;Me molha&lt;br /&gt;E me arrepia os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Me faz sentir vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Tal como aconteces quando me olhas;&lt;br /&gt;E o poeta quando escreve&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre sai verdades,&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando penso nas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Noto que é verdadeira a minha saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-262039369299639436?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/262039369299639436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=262039369299639436' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/262039369299639436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/262039369299639436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S1FhLfdyAKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7GaozzwpigE/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-5816343613111015574</id><published>2010-01-12T20:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:11:35.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A bailarina V</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/es-minha-flor-minha-menina-meu-bem.html"&gt;A bailarina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/bailarina-i-i.html"&gt;A bailarina II&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/bailarina-iii.html"&gt;A bailarina III&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/bailarina-iv.html"&gt;A bailarina IV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apagaram-se as luzes.&lt;br /&gt;O espetáculo acabou.&lt;br /&gt;E aquela bailarina&lt;br /&gt;tornou-se só uma menina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S00KHEWQf7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Hberen4cRdY/s1600-h/bailarina_triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S00KHEWQf7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Hberen4cRdY/s320/bailarina_triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E saiu da mesma forma que entrou.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vê o seu choro nem silencia a sua dor,&lt;br /&gt;A bailarina dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;agora é parte do que eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;Minha prisão é meu próprio desejo&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que no coração dela não estou.&lt;br /&gt;Vago em busca de seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Pois não os achei em outros braços&lt;br /&gt;e sem ela a minha vida parou.&lt;br /&gt;Depois que ela se foi&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu era deixou de ser&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu cria&lt;br /&gt;não puder crer&lt;br /&gt;Depois que ela se foi&lt;br /&gt;Jamais soube o que era viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-5816343613111015574?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5816343613111015574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=5816343613111015574' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5816343613111015574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5816343613111015574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/bailarina-v.html' title='A bailarina V'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S00KHEWQf7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Hberen4cRdY/s72-c/bailarina_triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7540053483262262841</id><published>2010-01-08T19:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:36:19.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A bailarina IV</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;-&lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/es-minha-flor-minha-menina-meu-bem.html"&gt;A bailarina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/bailarina-i-i.html"&gt;A bailarina II&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/bailarina-iii.html"&gt;A bailarina III&lt;/a&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/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S0e0BHYQECI/AAAAAAAAAmg/w4WrcZ725C8/s1600-h/bailarina+IV.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S0e0BHYQECI/AAAAAAAAAmg/w4WrcZ725C8/s320/bailarina+IV.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amarre seus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Vista tua roupa&lt;br /&gt;A platéia está louca&lt;br /&gt;Para te ver brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realiza teu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Dançe perfeitamente&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso me deixa contente&lt;br /&gt;Bailarina, eu vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corra pros meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Dê-me um abraço de amor&lt;br /&gt;Menina bailarina, teu sonho se realizou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chore nos meus ombros&lt;br /&gt;A conquista do teu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Com teu beijo e teu amor eu me recomponho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7540053483262262841?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7540053483262262841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7540053483262262841' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7540053483262262841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7540053483262262841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/bailarina-iv.html' title='A bailarina IV'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S0e0BHYQECI/AAAAAAAAAmg/w4WrcZ725C8/s72-c/bailarina+IV.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7806933742785895064</id><published>2010-01-05T20:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T04:38:03.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me beija, me ama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S0PLVL2mfFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/04ZceIMD1yw/s1600-h/casal_15.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S0PLVL2mfFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/04ZceIMD1yw/s320/casal_15.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me beija, me ama&lt;br /&gt;Arranca esse verso teu&lt;br /&gt;Me joga nessa cama&lt;br /&gt;Reconstrói minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu poeta sacana;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me beija, me ama&lt;br /&gt;Não me diga que teu olhar me engana,&lt;br /&gt;Por você eu corro até Gana&lt;br /&gt;Vê o quanto maior é essa chama&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a ser feliz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me beija, me ama&lt;br /&gt;Saiba da consequência do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que me assanha os desejos&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz ansiar por teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;tão loucos e verdadeiros;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me beija, me ama&lt;br /&gt;Despeja em mim tua sanha&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo como consegues tal façanha,&lt;br /&gt;De tornar-me inconsequente&lt;br /&gt;Uma verdadeira fera insana;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me beija, me ama&lt;br /&gt;Me abriga em teu abraços&lt;br /&gt;Me aconchega em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa descansar&lt;br /&gt;Entre teus versos, no meio do nosso luar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7806933742785895064?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7806933742785895064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7806933742785895064' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7806933742785895064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7806933742785895064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-beija-me-ama.html' title='Me beija, me ama'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S0PLVL2mfFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/04ZceIMD1yw/s72-c/casal_15.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-9134353062321396361</id><published>2010-01-02T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:20:46.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando eu te encontrei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sz_izy9SGII/AAAAAAAAAmI/LVAbqnJ8x5E/s1600-h/88296280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sz_izy9SGII/AAAAAAAAAmI/LVAbqnJ8x5E/s320/88296280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E quando eu te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;O tempo simplesmente &lt;br /&gt;ficou desnecessário;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Não precisou mais de sermão&lt;br /&gt;Nem choro ou canção&lt;br /&gt;muito menos do vigário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois contigo está o meu instante,&lt;br /&gt;Que se tornou mais que o meu bastante,&lt;br /&gt;Que se tornou mais do que eu pude querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando os nossos olhares se encontram,&lt;br /&gt;O brilho dos teus olhos me diz&lt;br /&gt;Que tu és quem eu sempre precisei;&lt;br /&gt;O verso que eu não fiz&lt;br /&gt;O querer que eu não quis&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se encontrou em ti&lt;br /&gt;E contigo sou feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me leva no teu bailar,&lt;br /&gt;Me mostre o real profundo do mar,&lt;br /&gt;O que se esconde atrás do azul do céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me leva contigo&lt;br /&gt;Pra trás das cortinas do teatro,&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver o que acontece depois do ultimo ato,&lt;br /&gt;Pra me mostrar o verdadeiro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-9134353062321396361?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9134353062321396361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=9134353062321396361' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/9134353062321396361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/9134353062321396361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/quando-eu-te-encontrei.html' title='Quando eu te encontrei'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sz_izy9SGII/AAAAAAAAAmI/LVAbqnJ8x5E/s72-c/88296280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2854696833135972789</id><published>2009-12-30T00:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:30:32.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos de amor II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Para quem nunca mereceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/versos-de-amor.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Versos de amor &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu rosto perigoso,&lt;br /&gt;Tua fala encantadora,&lt;br /&gt;O nosso olhar perdido,&lt;br /&gt;A tua rima sonhadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo combina tão bem,&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fui assim com ninguém&lt;br /&gt;E não existe mais outro alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Pois contigo soube o que é amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perco&lt;br /&gt;em teu olhar encantador,&lt;br /&gt;no teu beijo provocador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E teu dançar em versos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que eu fuja de mim&lt;br /&gt;E perca todo meu pudor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2854696833135972789?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2854696833135972789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2854696833135972789' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2854696833135972789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2854696833135972789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/versos-de-amor-ii.html' title='Versos de amor II'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-1093644586832397778</id><published>2009-12-26T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:59:48.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SzbNkclY5ZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/QzQ4oEwVzso/s1600-h/83768416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SzbNkclY5ZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/QzQ4oEwVzso/s320/83768416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A tua voz diz ao meu profundo&lt;br /&gt;O que ninguém no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Conseguiu me dizer;&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar explica&lt;br /&gt;em um segundo,&lt;br /&gt;O que ninguém com todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Consegiu me revelar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a tua voz ressoa longe,&lt;br /&gt;Nas paredes de minha lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;Tal como um homem feito&lt;br /&gt;Que relembra seus tempos de criança;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua voz revela nosso intento&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que tu sonhas,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu penso;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que faço agora,&lt;br /&gt;Se a tua doce voz&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se somente um silêncio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-1093644586832397778?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1093644586832397778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=1093644586832397778' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/1093644586832397778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/1093644586832397778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/silencio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SzbNkclY5ZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/QzQ4oEwVzso/s72-c/83768416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6281484791977752693</id><published>2009-12-22T17:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:30:52.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando você estiver triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;Para&lt;i&gt; quem nunca mereceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando você estiver triste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feche os olhos, acredite&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre existe&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz depois do escurecer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando você estiver triste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procure-me nesse instante&lt;br /&gt;Faça de mim a sua ponte&lt;br /&gt;Pra te retirar da tristeza para a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando você estiver triste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ver sua alma se abater&lt;br /&gt;Olhe pra frente, levante, ande&lt;br /&gt;Não a perca a vida pro sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando você estiver triste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procure-me e passaremos o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Até um breve momento&lt;br /&gt;Em que o tempo não passará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando você estiver triste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se encontrar chorando&lt;br /&gt;Abra a porta e entre&lt;br /&gt;Pois ao seu dispor estarei sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando você estiver triste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficaremos a sós&lt;br /&gt;E descobriremos que para nós&lt;br /&gt;O inverno nunca chegará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6281484791977752693?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6281484791977752693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6281484791977752693' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6281484791977752693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6281484791977752693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/quando-voce-estiver-triste.html' title='Quando você estiver triste'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7435193152360644899</id><published>2009-12-20T02:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:45:01.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo do Sr.Noel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sy25oPzGYaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/SrIbz57qsQc/s1600-h/57639661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sy25oPzGYaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/SrIbz57qsQc/s320/57639661.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vou andar nas ruas sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Fingindo ser perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Vou dizer palavras bonitas e&lt;br /&gt;Fingir que só de amor sou feito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais vou narrar minhas tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;Pois isso estraga a beleza&lt;br /&gt;De algo que é só solidão&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém percebe, ninguém vê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irei alegrar as crianças com&lt;br /&gt;Risos e danças, pra em outras&lt;br /&gt;Épocas ser esquecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um homem com lado bom e mal&lt;br /&gt;Mas só sou perfeito quando&lt;br /&gt;Chega a alegria e falsidade do natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7435193152360644899?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7435193152360644899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7435193152360644899' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7435193152360644899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7435193152360644899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/desabafo-do-srnoel.html' title='Desabafo do Sr.Noel'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sy25oPzGYaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/SrIbz57qsQc/s72-c/57639661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-8966755789058852734</id><published>2009-12-15T23:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:14:21.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A declaração do sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SyhCTiVIkxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MIauS7vUWbo/s1600-h/sb10063658gh-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SyhCTiVIkxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MIauS7vUWbo/s320/sb10063658gh-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Minha lua, que irradia &lt;br /&gt;Quando chega a noite,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu faço o dia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos sempre tão distantes&lt;br /&gt;Num ritmo constante&lt;br /&gt;De amor impossível;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu clarear &lt;br /&gt;Me faz acreditar &lt;br /&gt;Que no escuro se ver melhor&lt;br /&gt;A verdade, o erro&lt;br /&gt;O bom, o pior;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha lua venha algum dia&lt;br /&gt;Chame alguma estrela-guia,&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu brilho mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo tua alegria;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha lua, meu bem,&lt;br /&gt;Espero te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E poder te amar&lt;br /&gt;Tal como o homem faz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vou embora&lt;br /&gt;Pois já chegou a hora&lt;br /&gt;De amanhecer no&lt;br /&gt;outro lado do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-8966755789058852734?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8966755789058852734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=8966755789058852734' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/8966755789058852734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/8966755789058852734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/declaracao-do-sol.html' title='A declaração do sol'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SyhCTiVIkxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MIauS7vUWbo/s72-c/sb10063658gh-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7992659778112595081</id><published>2009-12-13T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:24:50.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aíla Magalhães</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SyWTyltC4AI/AAAAAAAAAlY/_S2Ah_WGgFo/s1600-h/A%C3%ADla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SyWTyltC4AI/AAAAAAAAAlY/_S2Ah_WGgFo/s320/A%C3%ADla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Com um repertório ousado e inovador, Aíla Magalhães vem destilando elegância e sensibilidade ao entoar canções da MPB, numa linguagem pop, pela noite paraense. Na estrada desde 2008, quando colocou sua afinada voz a serviço de um refinado repertório em apresentações na Estação das Docas e noutros bares de Belém, Aíla já mostrou a que veio: arrematou, ainda em 2008, dois merecidos prêmios, os de melhor intérprete e cantora revelação.Somadas a atitude de Marina Lima, a sensibilidade de Adriana Calcanhotto, a força de Maria Rita, o refinamento de Marisa Monte e o regionalismo desplugado de Felipe Cordeiro, temos Aíla Magalhães, uma artista com raízes e antenas, que canta pro mundo.No dia 6 de agosto de 2009, Aíla Magalhães foi eleita a melhor intérprete ao defender a canção 'À sua maneira', de Felipe Cordeiro, no 1º Festival de Música Popular Paraense da RBA. É o segundo prêmio concedido à Aíla em menos de um ano. 'À sua maneira' levou o segundo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aíla Magalhães concorre ao prêmio de música do ano com a música "À sua maneira" pelo blog &lt;a href="http://somdonorte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Som do norte&lt;/a&gt;. ( http://somdonorte.blogspot.com/)&lt;br /&gt;Votem nela, ela merece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vídeo da música -&amp;gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFIrAD0OjDY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7992659778112595081?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7992659778112595081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7992659778112595081' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7992659778112595081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7992659778112595081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/aila-magalhaes.html' title='Aíla Magalhães'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SyWTyltC4AI/AAAAAAAAAlY/_S2Ah_WGgFo/s72-c/A%C3%ADla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6848576059913272807</id><published>2009-12-05T09:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:36:43.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A bailarina III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SxpUqTbSH8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bbRmnBjHKu8/s1600-h/bailarinaIII.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SxpUqTbSH8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bbRmnBjHKu8/s320/bailarinaIII.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/es-minha-flor-minha-menina-meu-bem.html"&gt;A bailarina&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/bailarina-i-i.html"&gt;A bailarina II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela anda chutando o vento&lt;br /&gt;E faz de um simples momento&lt;br /&gt;Uma eterna felicidade;&lt;br /&gt;Tem em seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que me encanta&lt;br /&gt;E em seus gestos &lt;br /&gt;a leveza da música&lt;br /&gt;e a beleza da dança;&lt;br /&gt;Com seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;me mostra que o paraíso&lt;br /&gt;É tão presente&amp;nbsp; nela&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a sua vida&lt;br /&gt;é ausente em meu ser;&lt;br /&gt;Não a amo &lt;br /&gt;como bailarina somente&lt;br /&gt;Eu a tenho&lt;br /&gt;como a moça contente&lt;br /&gt;que levou meu coração e minha mente&lt;br /&gt;em um simples gracejo de amor;&lt;br /&gt;Pois a balarina &lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem a sapatilha&lt;br /&gt;É somente uma menina&lt;br /&gt;Que tem todo meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6848576059913272807?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6848576059913272807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6848576059913272807' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6848576059913272807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6848576059913272807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/bailarina-iii.html' title='A bailarina III'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SxpUqTbSH8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bbRmnBjHKu8/s72-c/bailarinaIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6655146647010071221</id><published>2009-12-03T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:45:01.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou poeta, sou da arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sxfq7JpZLPI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5AVB1tN01gU/s1600-h/teatro-4-733321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sxfq7JpZLPI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5AVB1tN01gU/s320/teatro-4-733321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meu coração é teimoso&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe o que quer da vida&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me deixa confuso&lt;br /&gt;E sara sempre suas feridas;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sou realmente&lt;br /&gt;é muito diferente do que você vê&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu seja isso mesmo&lt;br /&gt;O avesso de tudo o que é clichê;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Somente uma pessoa se encaixa&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que meu coração a procure&lt;br /&gt;Ele nunca a acha;&lt;br /&gt;Ter uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Ganhar ou perder um coração&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso faz parte&lt;br /&gt;Não sou de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;E não tem ninguém que me aguarde&lt;br /&gt;Sou do ar, sou da vida&lt;br /&gt;Sou poeta, sou da arte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6655146647010071221?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6655146647010071221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6655146647010071221' title='20 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width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-3341495000783529676</id><published>2009-11-29T14:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:09:23.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser poeta não é tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S0F372yuT3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0CionFmEDJo/s1600-h/hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S0F372yuT3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0CionFmEDJo/s320/hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe um mundo lá fora&lt;br /&gt;que é muito diferente do meu.&lt;br /&gt;Existe o teu mundo lá fora&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; sempre não combina com o meu.&lt;br /&gt;Não te tenho em bossa, nem em rock'n roll&lt;br /&gt;Não te tenho pelo que faço e nem pelo que sou.&lt;br /&gt;Corro atrás de meu coração que não tem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Ele sempre corre atrás de ti&lt;br /&gt;E se lança ao teu amor sem receio, nem medo.&lt;br /&gt;Despejo meu amor em um verso-canção&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ter teu sorriso e tentar ter teu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vejo teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E conheço o sabor da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso te dar mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Somente as confusões do meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;O que posso fazer&lt;br /&gt;Se ser poeta não é tudo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-3341495000783529676?l=relatoosdavida.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/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/S0F372yuT3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0CionFmEDJo/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-5421869602491430791</id><published>2009-11-25T22:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:18:18.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatos da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SxHkXaoLkSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/QCxmC3VqIqs/s1600/Perfeeita..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SxHkXaoLkSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/QCxmC3VqIqs/s400/Perfeeita..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Em cada esquina da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tem um novo amor, um novo coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cabe a mim dizer sim ou não;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O beijo é frio como o cimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E é assim porque não tem sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talvez o amor não seja o melhor pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ou quem sabe eu seja sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Um contador de histórias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Que encontra nos versos uma saída&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E que sem temer narra todos os relatos da vida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sou prisioneiro de um mesmo sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Que se mistura e vai e volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;de acordo com o vento;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nâo tenho a alma de um sonhador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;nem a essência de um poeta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Só sei narrar a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E o que o amor me desperta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-5421869602491430791?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SxHkXaoLkSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/QCxmC3VqIqs/s72-c/Perfeeita..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7886925443089804873</id><published>2009-11-22T00:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:31:49.917-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos da cor do mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SwiwSdmeRhI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ziiCoKzF_xs/s1600/Caroline+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SwiwSdmeRhI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ziiCoKzF_xs/s320/Caroline+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Para &lt;i&gt;Caroline Rodrígues&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos, menina&lt;br /&gt;São um poço de luz&lt;br /&gt;Que reluz no lindo azul do céu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando falas tu me encantas&lt;br /&gt;És a inpiração pro meu cantar;&lt;br /&gt;A rainha do meu reino&lt;br /&gt;A dona do meu ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus versos são pra ti&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que está tão longe de mim&lt;br /&gt;Uma menina que me fascina&lt;br /&gt;E me alucina com seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus olhares disfarçados&lt;br /&gt;Implícito é o desejo de estar ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Um suspiro teu e meu coração&lt;br /&gt;começa a disparar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo, tanto&lt;br /&gt;Menina dos olhos da cor do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7886925443089804873?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7886925443089804873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7886925443089804873' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7886925443089804873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7886925443089804873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/olhos-da-cor-do-mar.html' title='Olhos da cor do mar'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SwiwSdmeRhI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ziiCoKzF_xs/s72-c/Caroline+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-5450429326588053179</id><published>2009-11-19T00:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:18:32.739-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não falar de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SwS2e1oMR3I/AAAAAAAAAjo/H3-SMHVO0Y0/s1600/4389%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SwS2e1oMR3I/AAAAAAAAAjo/H3-SMHVO0Y0/s320/4389%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje não vou falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;e nem de algo que lembre uma canção;&lt;br /&gt;Por que isso são coisas que passam&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre levam um pouco do nosso coração;&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixo a vida acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Por que nunca se muda o curso do mar&lt;br /&gt;E entre meus risos, abraços e alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que falta alguém&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que esse alguém é você;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo aprendi a ser tão de mim mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Que é difícil eu ser de alguém&lt;br /&gt;E sempre me lanço sem saber&lt;br /&gt;O porque de ser sempre a mesma reação&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis que tu me amasse&lt;br /&gt;Tal como eu te amava em cada verso e canção;&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse que não iria falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas é impossível não dizer&lt;br /&gt;do que está cheio o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-5450429326588053179?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5450429326588053179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=5450429326588053179' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5450429326588053179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5450429326588053179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-falar-de-amor.html' title='Não falar de amor'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SwS2e1oMR3I/AAAAAAAAAjo/H3-SMHVO0Y0/s72-c/4389%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-1105898263805175097</id><published>2009-11-09T22:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:54:13.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamento do Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SvskWZTAEPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RhbDXvDHcrE/s1600-h/mansaloucura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SvskWZTAEPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RhbDXvDHcrE/s320/mansaloucura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ter sono e não dormir&lt;br /&gt;Me esquecer, fugir de mim&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um verso &lt;br /&gt;Chamar por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o lamento do poeta&lt;br /&gt;Que o faz a meia-lua&lt;br /&gt;Toda rima é pra ti&lt;br /&gt;É meia-noite&lt;br /&gt;É meio tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada verso um lamento&lt;br /&gt;Um tormento cheio de poesia&lt;br /&gt;E vai a noite, mas não chega o dia&lt;br /&gt;Volte, meu bem!&lt;br /&gt;Traga contigo a minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha, meu bem!&lt;br /&gt;Traga o sol pra raiar o meu dia&lt;br /&gt;Sei que vais chegar na hora certa&lt;br /&gt;Para acabar com o lamento do poeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-1105898263805175097?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1105898263805175097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=1105898263805175097' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/1105898263805175097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/1105898263805175097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/lmaneto-do-poetac.html' title='Lamento do Poeta'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SvskWZTAEPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RhbDXvDHcrE/s72-c/mansaloucura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2565230214845630340</id><published>2009-11-08T14:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:37:02.578-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A bailarina I I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SvcEaPB8rBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CNzn3IXpLow/s1600-h/bailarinaII.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SvcEaPB8rBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CNzn3IXpLow/s320/bailarinaII.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/es-minha-flor-minha-menina-meu-bem.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-A bailarina I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Levante-se, menina!&lt;br /&gt;Pois o sol já se irradia&lt;br /&gt;Chegou teu grande dia&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o mundo vai te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não descore, menina!&lt;br /&gt;Nem desatine&lt;br /&gt;Escute o sino que tine&lt;br /&gt;É a tua hora de entrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorria, menina!&lt;br /&gt;Olhe nos olhos de quem te ensina &lt;br /&gt;Agora tu és bailarina&lt;br /&gt;O mundo já começa a te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo como tu danças, bailarina!&lt;br /&gt;É difícil de crer&lt;br /&gt;Na perfeição do teu ponché&lt;br /&gt;Na maravilha do teu pas de Bourré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado, bailarina!&lt;br /&gt;Não é perfeita a tua ponta&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto teu corpo desmancha&lt;br /&gt;Conheces a cruel frigidez do chão &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caia, bailarina!&lt;br /&gt;Mas se levante&lt;br /&gt;Pois nesse instante&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou de pé a te aplaudir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não chore, bailarina!&lt;br /&gt;Pois assim me fazes chorar&lt;br /&gt;És a musa do meu espetáculo&lt;br /&gt;A quem eu sempre hei de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2565230214845630340?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2565230214845630340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2565230214845630340' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2565230214845630340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2565230214845630340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/bailarina-i-i.html' title='A bailarina I I'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SvcEaPB8rBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CNzn3IXpLow/s72-c/bailarinaII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-4595847876610733379</id><published>2009-11-04T13:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:30:32.944-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Indefinido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SvGrFJFu-WI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ix4cJyhiD6I/s1600-h/BRESSON%2BHOMEM%2BE%2BO%2BGATINHO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SvGrFJFu-WI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ix4cJyhiD6I/s320/BRESSON%2BHOMEM%2BE%2BO%2BGATINHO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sair sem ter hora pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe me arrepender de meus atos&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Eu fujo do que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Pra não te machucar&lt;br /&gt;E tu me trazes sentimentos estranhos&lt;br /&gt;Que nascem nos teus olhos castanhos&lt;br /&gt;E crescem em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Como uma saída, um verso&lt;br /&gt;Um não&lt;br /&gt;Me exponho sem saber onde vou&lt;br /&gt;Ou onde quero chegar&lt;br /&gt;Mas te vejo lá&lt;br /&gt;Tão distante&lt;br /&gt;Sem me amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-4595847876610733379?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4595847876610733379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=4595847876610733379' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4595847876610733379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4595847876610733379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/indefinido.html' title='Indefinido'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SvGrFJFu-WI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ix4cJyhiD6I/s72-c/BRESSON%2BHOMEM%2BE%2BO%2BGATINHO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7869833027405196980</id><published>2009-10-31T21:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:12:51.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moça Branca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SuzUZyvnUUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/v8Mo4zU0-MM/s1600-h/Beeeee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SuzUZyvnUUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/v8Mo4zU0-MM/s320/Beeeee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"; panose-1:3 1 1 1 1 2 1 1 1 1; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:script; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}@font-face {font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; 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_moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que me fascina de verdade;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que me torna um apaixonado&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enamorado, exagerado, encantado;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E essa moça que me encanta&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tem a pele tenra e branca&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não entende meu coração&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não entende a minha dor&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sabe dos complicados caminhos do amor&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E essa moça sempre muito branca&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Da pele igual a uma vela&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É a rosa mais singela&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do meu jardim que só tem ela&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olha, lá vem ela!&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com seu rebolado sedutor&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com sua cara esperta&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que desperta todo o meu amor&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lá vem ela de mansinho&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chega e me coroa de carinho&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faz seu jogo e diz que me ama&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Promete que pra sempre vai ficar comigo&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E essa moça branca igual a uma vela&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sabe que meu amor é só dela&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas me quer pra sempre como um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Foto da minha linda e querida &lt;a href="http://voltaafita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beatriz Ubarana&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7869833027405196980?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7869833027405196980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7869833027405196980' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7869833027405196980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7869833027405196980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-tu-eles-nos.html' title='Moça Branca'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SuzUZyvnUUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/v8Mo4zU0-MM/s72-c/Beeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-1216299399962676578</id><published>2009-10-27T20:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:12:09.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantores e Poetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sud91n9-VAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/p1ZvnF2U-SM/s1600-h/poetry2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sud91n9-VAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/p1ZvnF2U-SM/s320/poetry2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda que os cantores silenciem&lt;br /&gt;suas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;E quem ama deixe de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Viverão ainda os poetas&lt;br /&gt;Que amam e fazem amar&lt;br /&gt;Contarão nossos feitos&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe vão inventar&lt;br /&gt;Transformarão nossos pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;É a nossa vez de amar&lt;br /&gt;Quando os poetas se forem&lt;br /&gt;Ainda existirão os cantores&lt;br /&gt;Para cantar as mentiras de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Cantarão com alegria e nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Os poetas que nos fazem amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-1216299399962676578?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sud91n9-VAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/p1ZvnF2U-SM/s72-c/poetry2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-3466140451478732186</id><published>2009-10-22T20:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:25:09.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SuDpxVZ__0I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ilzc7l6srSU/s1600-h/1marmur+_mulher_so.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SuDpxVZ__0I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ilzc7l6srSU/s320/1marmur+_mulher_so.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu fujo de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e mergulho na busca insana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De ter o teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que é como o horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tão real, mas tão distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E meu ser é destruído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como se eu ingerisse um ácido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e em teu ser insano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu busco o beijo tácito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te olhar em outros braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faz-me perder-me em vis acasos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu olhar sempre singelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te encontra ao longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E te nego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E te espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-3466140451478732186?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3466140451478732186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=3466140451478732186' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3466140451478732186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3466140451478732186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/insano.html' title='Insano'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SuDpxVZ__0I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ilzc7l6srSU/s72-c/1marmur+_mulher_so.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6183407983002549003</id><published>2009-10-19T21:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:32:51.851-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultima esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/St0ENK2CE6I/AAAAAAAAAho/VXvrnH4PIjk/s1600-h/sentado%2Bno%2Bbanco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/St0ENK2CE6I/AAAAAAAAAho/VXvrnH4PIjk/s320/sentado%2Bno%2Bbanco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Encontrei a nossa realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;em um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Desabrochei um pesadelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;em um dia tristonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Acompanho de longe tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Como uma saída, como um consolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E não há nada em mim que resista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Se te tenho como amor, tu és minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E te olho disfarçado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E penso no que deu errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me perco na vida sem teu abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas não me desmancho em lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Só me despedaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E eu te contemplo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando falas, quando danças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Te amar tanto como eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me faz acreditar que vais voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Essa é minha ultima esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6183407983002549003?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6183407983002549003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6183407983002549003' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6183407983002549003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6183407983002549003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/ultima-esperanca.html' title='Ultima esperança'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/St0ENK2CE6I/AAAAAAAAAho/VXvrnH4PIjk/s72-c/sentado%2Bno%2Bbanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6359726093888618241</id><published>2009-10-14T23:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:18:05.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontros de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/StaFyQoe2oI/AAAAAAAAAhg/9_RK8KdfNDY/s1600-h/casal6.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/StaFyQoe2oI/AAAAAAAAAhg/9_RK8KdfNDY/s320/casal6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A minha vida inteira eu procurei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor que sempre desejei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor que me fizesse feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que me mostrasse aonde ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu soubesse o que ser mesmo sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A minha vida inteira eu procurei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E todo amor, tudo que desejei;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em ti, meu bem, eu encontrei;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E encontrei um desejo mútuo de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma felicidade, uma vaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E mesmo se não existir a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu a criarei só pra te amar pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu que não sabia ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te encontrei e aprendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que a coisa mais linda que existe é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que o mais lindo é o nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor que a gente não vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor que a gente não pode entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas envolve todo o nosso ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Contigo está todo meu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6359726093888618241?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6359726093888618241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6359726093888618241' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6359726093888618241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6359726093888618241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/encontros-de-amor.html' title='Encontros de amor'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/StaFyQoe2oI/AAAAAAAAAhg/9_RK8KdfNDY/s72-c/casal6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-4197372357905755552</id><published>2009-10-12T00:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:08:23.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha bossa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/StN-MVU8X9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/3N9PaIJaGRc/s1600-h/Ang%C3%A9lica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/StN-MVU8X9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/3N9PaIJaGRc/s320/Ang%C3%A9lica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"; panose-1:3 1 1 1 1 2 1 1 1 1; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:script; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-Para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uTgTzz9d7U" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Angélica Lira,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;a moça da foto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olha a minha bossa que vem chegando&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De um jeito que te encanta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Num ritmo perfeito pra você sonhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Numa levada certa pra se apaixonar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Minha bossa vai lá ao intimo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se vai mexer contigo eu não sei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas essa foi a bossa que criei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sou um compositor de verdade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daqueles que recriam uma vaidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sou somente um apaixonado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que nunca soube ao certo o que quis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas quer sempre te fazer feliz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero te ver agora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te trazer no ritmo da felicidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jogar pra trás toda besteira e vaidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E viver o que a vida tem pra nos dar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah!O meu amor por ti é imenso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou te mostrar tudo o que eu digo e o que penso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em uma bossa de verdade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E em um eterno beijo de felicidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jean Leal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-4197372357905755552?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4197372357905755552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=4197372357905755552' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4197372357905755552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4197372357905755552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/minha-bossa.html' title='A minha bossa'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/StN-MVU8X9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/3N9PaIJaGRc/s72-c/Ang%C3%A9lica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-7377758575126391641</id><published>2009-10-05T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:54:15.757-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SsqVLAKj5TI/AAAAAAAAAgc/nPs11ZESyJs/s1600-h/mulher_vermelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SsqVLAKj5TI/AAAAAAAAAgc/nPs11ZESyJs/s320/mulher_vermelho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Basta um olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Uma palavra tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E lá se vai meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E minha mente passar a ser tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Basta um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E nada mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pro meu coração correr atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Do amor que está em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje quero ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aquele a quem tu queres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Por quem tua boca desejas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;por quem tu descoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;não por quem tu choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Espero que sumas de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Para que encontres em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Um amor de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tens em teus andares, mistérios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tens no teu sorrir algo esotérico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tens todo o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-7377758575126391641?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7377758575126391641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=7377758575126391641' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7377758575126391641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/7377758575126391641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-bem.html' title='Meu bem'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SsqVLAKj5TI/AAAAAAAAAgc/nPs11ZESyJs/s72-c/mulher_vermelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-8470020869488407573</id><published>2009-10-02T21:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:55:40.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O caminho de volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Ssae4xZl98I/AAAAAAAAAf8/-i879BZkdXw/s1600-h/Ju%C2%B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Ssae4xZl98I/AAAAAAAAAf8/-i879BZkdXw/s320/Ju%C2%B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Para a minha querida &lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAA0T7iMcrVWva5eeJhu5UBCx0PLODlbOIZRGrpnQPd1j-nGGQvoIJuxZXfRqzcY43C8tcLIqnsuq5AXjIF0ufWsAm1T1ULYxDT3W6Dj7fw--PSFwUFoMMUk8.jpg"&gt;Juliane Ravaneli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que começou, um acaso ou talvez algo planejado, mas isso não importou quando vimos que mesmo sem querer aquilo deu certo, tal como um encaixe perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Eram dias, tardes e noites sentados frente a frente, por diversas vezes rindo e muitas vezes ríamos até do que não fora engraçado, na verdade, não ríamos por ser engraçado ou não, mas sim por sermos felizes estando um ao lado do outro.Éramos felizes e a cada encontro essa felicidade se manifestava em nossas palavras e atos, muitas vezes sem nexo para os outros, mas completamente compreensível pra nós mesmos.Dia após dia nos descobriamos e chorávamos as nossas dores de amor e até mesmo de nossa tão confusa juventude, talvez isso que nos unira cada vez mais e quando percebemos já tinhamos entrado na vida do outro e não víamos jeito de voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, irmãos, parceiros e todos esses clichês que usam era pouco pra nos definir, éramos verdadeiros amigos e sem sombra de dúvida seria aquilo somente.Saber que seu coração tinha um novo amor me alegrou imensamente como se eu estivesse apaixonado de novo, enquanto eu sofria por amor que tinha ela se encantava e se perdia em um outro, mas&lt;br /&gt;mesmo assim eu me alegrei, era a felicidade dela retornando, eu via a sinceridade no seu sorriso e o brilho dos seus olhos se tornavam verdadeiros poços de felicidade e a euforia&lt;br /&gt;de vê-la assim me fez aprender que por mais que estejamos amando a mesma pessoa faz tempo, só perderemos o encanto se quisermos, pois o amor nunca falha.&lt;br /&gt;E de repente aquilo iria se perdendo, como se aos poucos a levassem pra longe de mim sem que eu ou ela percebesse.E meus recados eram ignorados num ato de desespero ou obediência a algo que não cabia a mim mudar, o amor então nos impôs regras, que naquele instante eu não sabia se eram ou não reversíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Foram noites de sono perdidas.Tudo o que passamos se resumia a lembranças que partiam de minha mente solitária até um submundo fora do real e eu não sabia a diferença&lt;br /&gt;de nossa realidades, mas mesmo assim as lembranças me eram tão fortes que me provocaram &lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/normal-0-21-false-false-false_26.html"&gt;a felicidade mais doída da vida: a saudade.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade me levou a feitos que em nenhum outro momento eu tinha feito, fui como um louco e procurei todos os meios possíveis para reencontrá-la, mas eles eram inúteis diante de sua intrépida e estúpida rejeição.Foi então que quis abandonar tudo, mas o sentimento era mais forte, o receio de perdê-la totalmente me deixava confuso e me fez continuar como alguém que luta pela sobrevivência. Eu tinha a esquecido, mas a dor de perdê-la me fazia evita-la ou evitar as suas lembranças,porém, o fim é sempre feliz, mesmo que isso seja um clichê.&lt;br /&gt;E raiou um novo dia, mas sem nada de importante, talvez num gesto de simplicidade eu a visitei aquele dia, mas sem esperanças.Dentro de mim já corria a amarga dor de&lt;br /&gt;uma perda quando fui surpreendido!Ela veio até mim não com um falar suave como era costumeiro, muito pelo contrário, o seu falar era tímido como o de uma criança quando faz besteiras.Dava pra sentir o cheiro do arrependimento nela, mas eu não poderia simplesmente perdoá-la, seria um ato de descaso ou até mesmo desleixo, mas não quis pressioná-la.E com seu falar tímido, porém encantador como o de sempre ela desabafou, não em prantos visíveis, mas perceptiveis...Me envolvi em sua atitude de defesa e a compreendi como se já tivesse passado pela mesma situação.Confesso que chorei com ela ao saber de tudo e mesmo assim não ter o que dizer, porém o sentimento que sempre me dominara desde o começo de nossa amizade mais uma vez veio a tona e com uma fala lenta, drámatica e ao mesmo tempo feliz eu a perdoei.&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade tornou-se em uma felicidade incompreensível, o mundo, enfim, voltou a ser o que era.Se pudéssemos nos abraçaríamos e choravamos juntos a felicidade do reencontro, mas não podíamos, porém ela não sabe de um detalhe.Durante todo esse tempo eu a abraçei, em meus versos, sonhos, canções e poesias.Nos abraçamos com a força de nossos corações que mesmo distantes batem no mesmo ritmo e tão próximos um do outro.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, ela voltou.Talvez ela nunca tenha ido, mas meu coração - agora tão feliz - sempre esteve com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;His dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a 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volta'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Ssae4xZl98I/AAAAAAAAAf8/-i879BZkdXw/s72-c/Ju%C2%B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-1322951427158007580</id><published>2009-09-26T19:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:08:21.718-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sr6QyWSXmTI/AAAAAAAAAf0/J7d9TiKVvyU/s1600-h/distancia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sr6QyWSXmTI/AAAAAAAAAf0/J7d9TiKVvyU/s320/distancia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Com teu jeito de menina&lt;br /&gt;Me pegas, me alucinas&lt;br /&gt;O teu falar suave&lt;br /&gt;E tuas histórias e estórias sutis&lt;br /&gt;Me fazes teu, me fazes feliz&lt;br /&gt;No teu andar desleixado&lt;br /&gt;Deixas meu coração apertado&lt;br /&gt;Por que sei que não vais voltar&lt;br /&gt;E tanto te amar&lt;br /&gt;Me fez te perder&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem saber&lt;br /&gt;E me desmanchei no nosso penultimo abraço&lt;br /&gt;num traço de tristeza e felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre foi nossa história&lt;br /&gt;Que só me deixa saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-1322951427158007580?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sr6QyWSXmTI/AAAAAAAAAf0/J7d9TiKVvyU/s72-c/distancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-4754870893919762483</id><published>2009-09-24T13:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:02:35.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chore meu violão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Srv6fcLcrHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/x_2ze_nAHQU/s1600-h/M%C3%BAsica%C2%B9+%281%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Srv6fcLcrHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/x_2ze_nAHQU/s320/M%C3%BAsica%C2%B9+%281%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Chore meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chore de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas se alegre por saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que tu a amas de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chore meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas não se esqueças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que os olhos dela tem te conquistado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E aquele novo penteado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te faz delirar de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chore meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como se tivesses perdido uma corda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas lembres meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que o amor tudo suporta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chore meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Canse de sofrer, morrer, nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em um verso e uma prosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chore meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com um blues, uma bossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chore meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez uma ultima lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chore meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E me traga aquela canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cantes minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas me traga o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-4754870893919762483?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Srv6fcLcrHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/x_2ze_nAHQU/s72-c/M%C3%BAsica%C2%B9+%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-4155459782500100640</id><published>2009-09-21T18:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:19:25.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A esperança de um poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Srf2ez3z5wI/AAAAAAAAAfE/syI9Bnx8cbU/s1600-h/Beee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Srf2ez3z5wI/AAAAAAAAAfE/syI9Bnx8cbU/s320/Beee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Espero um dia te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem sabe na esquina, num bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Te encontrar em outros lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Abraços que são jogados a ermo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Espero um dia perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A tua forma, o teu porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Espero um dia te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo não sabendo quem és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que não vais me achar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Espero entender o que é ser teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;entender porque o teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;enfeitiça o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Espero um dia te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem sabe em outro país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez teu amor se decifre em japonês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ou esteja em Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Espero um dia me transpor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pra algo em que tu vejas valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E quem sabe, me darás teu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;[Mais uma foto cedida pela minha querida &lt;a href="http://voltaafita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beatriz Ubarana&lt;/a&gt;, ela e sua Melissa(rs).Te amo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-4155459782500100640?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4155459782500100640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=4155459782500100640' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4155459782500100640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4155459782500100640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/desabafo-de-um-poeta.html' title='A esperança de um poeta'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Srf2ez3z5wI/AAAAAAAAAfE/syI9Bnx8cbU/s72-c/Beee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-3369216575828642091</id><published>2009-09-15T13:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:10:24.861-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq-8Uo3usSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/KYwNCSUpgQE/s1600-h/homem%2Bpensativo%2B%2Bs%25C3%25B3%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq-8Uo3usSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/KYwNCSUpgQE/s320/homem%2Bpensativo%2B%2Bs%25C3%25B3%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não vejo mais o teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenho mais o teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não posso me perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Se sei que não vou te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Me abandono em versos soltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Comovo e canto tudo o que sofro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O meu amor é sempre pra ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É difícil de entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas é fácil de sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O meu amor vai sempre te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A cada passo teu, cada respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O meu amor vai permanecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo que a distância venha nos alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu te amo e mesmo sem poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-3369216575828642091?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3369216575828642091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=3369216575828642091' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3369216575828642091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3369216575828642091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/versos-de-amor.html' title='Versos de amor'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq-8Uo3usSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/KYwNCSUpgQE/s72-c/homem%2Bpensativo%2B%2Bs%25C3%25B3%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-4022663016808701030</id><published>2009-09-11T13:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:35:52.364-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um segundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6bCrxMFWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/1qDRTnH3RRI/s1600-h/rel%C3%B3gio+do+amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6bCrxMFWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/1qDRTnH3RRI/s320/rel%C3%B3gio+do+amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero entender por um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O teu mundo, o teu porquê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra fazer de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O alvo do teu querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero entender por um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que fazer pra te conquistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quais são a formas pra te prender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tens que entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que se eu sofro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É porque amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em teus constantes devaneios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te amo, te odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas nunca perco o encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em versos o meu amor canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu te disse tudo aquilo hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;é porque meu coração estava em prantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero entender por um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se a algo no meu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que conquiste o teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero entender por um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se a algo nesse poeta vagabundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que te faça&amp;nbsp; minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que me faça&amp;nbsp; teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-4022663016808701030?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4022663016808701030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=4022663016808701030' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4022663016808701030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/4022663016808701030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/por-um-segundo.html' title='Por um segundo'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6bCrxMFWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/1qDRTnH3RRI/s72-c/rel%C3%B3gio+do+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2536558531497889965</id><published>2009-09-09T03:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:41:42.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3h</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqdHNppetbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uJ68uCpvsqc/s1600-h/cama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqdHNppetbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uJ68uCpvsqc/s320/cama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;São três horas da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E o amanhã já chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero te encontrar logo cedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Te dizer que não precisas ter medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Te mostrar todo o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;São três horas da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E já não te vejo acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Já vai raiar o dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem sabe vais me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;São três horas da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E vejo meu sono partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;São três horas da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É hora de pensar em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2536558531497889965?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2536558531497889965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2536558531497889965' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2536558531497889965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2536558531497889965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/3h.html' title='3h'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqdHNppetbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uJ68uCpvsqc/s72-c/cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-8452513551627620915</id><published>2009-09-08T12:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:58:24.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqZ_C9A10SI/AAAAAAAAAdU/w6jpwbOtiKY/s1600-h/namorados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqZ_C9A10SI/AAAAAAAAAdU/w6jpwbOtiKY/s320/namorados.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei se dá pra notar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se dá pra reparar&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando vejo teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Fico diferente&lt;br /&gt;Meu ser fica contente&lt;br /&gt;E isso só acontece quando te vejo&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se dá pra perceber&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou louco por você&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que tu não possa crer&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando me vejo em teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Descubro que começo a te amar&lt;br /&gt;E se preciso for&lt;br /&gt;Farei de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Mas terei o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-8452513551627620915?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8452513551627620915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=8452513551627620915' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/8452513551627620915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/8452513551627620915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-sei-se-da-pra-notar-nao-sei-se-da.html' title='Novo amor'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqZ_C9A10SI/AAAAAAAAAdU/w6jpwbOtiKY/s72-c/namorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2683142485088400033</id><published>2009-09-06T21:49:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:06:38.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teus mistérios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqRX6p2vSYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gIW01_2a3gQ/s1600-h/Beee%C2%B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqRX6p2vSYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gIW01_2a3gQ/s320/Beee%C2%B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Carinhosamente para Beatriz Ubarana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre cores e teus amores&lt;br /&gt;Me perco sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus misteriosos  olhos&lt;br /&gt;Dos quais as cores não sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;Fazes de mim sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Um eterno  enamorado teu&lt;br /&gt;Dos fingimentos de teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Quase louco não percebo&lt;br /&gt;Que  de amor não sofro mais&lt;br /&gt;Pois tu és quem traz&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade que me satisfaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(E posando de novo pro blog, a minha querida&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://voltaafita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beatriz Ubarana&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2683142485088400033?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2683142485088400033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2683142485088400033' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2683142485088400033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2683142485088400033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/teus-misterios.html' title='Teus mistérios'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqRX6p2vSYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gIW01_2a3gQ/s72-c/Beee%C2%B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-3656264461090888582</id><published>2009-09-04T23:12:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:32:49.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta a um novo amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqHJAVz-HWI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A8nkD58p8ZU/s1600-h/snoopytyping_1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqHJAVz-HWI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A8nkD58p8ZU/s320/snoopytyping_1024x768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O que será que eu sou pra ti?Quem sabe um erro?Ou um acerto dificil de aceitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Revelo-me à ti hoje.Quem sabe sou um herói, mas heróis são subjetivos, ou morrem salvando o mundo ou morrem dentro de um terno e uma gravata com uma pilha de papéis pra assinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Não sei como tu me vês, talvez tu me vejas como um poeta que conta as dores de amor no que escreve, ou alguém que escreve as suas dores por ter medo de dizer à ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Não sei se me vês como mais um 'apaixonado', só que dessa vez diferente, agora é um apaixonado que sabe escrever 'bem', ou quem sabe me vejas como alguém incerto, alguém indeciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Quero que saibas o que sou, não o que eu mostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Sou um compositor e como compositor somente eu sei a minha verdadeira inspiração.Sou um ator de uma grande peça, a qual todos amam e gostam, mas como ator de uma grande peça as pessoas conhecem somente o que eu represento, não o que sou realmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Hoje quero te mostrar quem sou, não o que represento na grande peça da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Hoje não quero falar do que aconteceu, nem quero falar sobre o que virá, hoje que te&amp;nbsp; dizer o que sinto nesse exato momento, quero te relatar a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; O preço do incerto foi o querer demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Já era tarde da noite e me deparei com o olhar distante e com o pensamento direcionado à ti, logo após veio sobre mim uma vontade enlouquecedora de te ver e te ver provocou em mim uma vontade estupenda de te reencontrar, veio a saudade.Sem ao menos perceber vieram os primeiros versos, sem notar eu já escrevia sobre amor, saudade, felicidade.E eu que sempre fui versátil em palavras fiquei sem nenhuma, ao ver que tudo o que fazia e pensava tinha como objetivo tu mesmo.Derrepente meu versos tornavam-se concretos em meus atos agora explícitos, sem querer me envolvi sem perceber o que iria acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Foram noites de sono perdidas, porém ganhas quando eu te encontrava e quando eu te encontrava eram mais noites de sono perdidas.O estranho é tu seres tão diferente no meio da multidão, estranho é o meu olhar procurar enlouquecido pelo teu e quando o encontra ficar totalmente fascinado, desvairado...no meio da multidão tu és a única pela qual me perco sem perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; E derrepente, amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Em uma das noites de sono perdidas ao te encontrar durante o dia, notei que o ultimo 'eu te amo' que eu disse fora dito de forma diferente.Completamente sem saber fui logo refletir o que tinha notado e, então, fiquei pasmo.A atmosfera agora era melhor, o ultimo 'eu te amo' não era como os de filmes românticos, pois aqueles são tão criados e falsos quanto o personagem do próprio filme, esse 'eu te amo' fora dito em tom de algo que todos nós temíamos que acontecesse, fora dito em tom de amor verdadeiro.Então, como em um passe de mágica, as coisas se esclareceram uma a uma em minha mente.Dizer que erámos um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/07/reencontro.html" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;'esboço de um algo mais'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;, dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-quando-vejo-teu-sorriso-eu-nao-sei-o.html" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;'Tudo o que sinto e o que penso já posso dizer que é pra você'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; e entre outras tantas coisas começaram a fazer sentido, o amor surgiu de novo em meu coração e com ele vieram as dores, as incertezas e as irreprocidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Os dias tornaram-se mais bonitos, os meus sorrisos mais sinceros, acredite ou não, a felicidade de novo veio à mim, mesmo sabendo de suas decisões e convicções.O amor de novo veio e quando me dei por mim era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; amor de verdade, daqueles que nem William Shakespeare ou Chico Buarque conseguem descrever.A cada conversa contigo surge uma nova alegria, algo fantástico que livro nenhum até o presente momento me relatou, a cada&amp;nbsp; conversa contigo surge um novo poema, como se em ti tivesse todas as inspirações pra mim, mas tenho a certeza de que elas não estão em ti,tu és a minha inspiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; O que sou agora é consequência do que fizeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Versos, frases ou poemas descrevem o que sou agora.O meu coração é teu e tens que cuidar dele, como uma mãe cuida de um filho.Hoje sou mudado, transformado, hoje sou vítima do amor e esse amor surgiu quando eu te conheci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Te dizer o meu íntimo é fácil, pois todo o meu íntimo agora se move pra te amar.Nos meus versos despejo o que posso decompor em palavras, mas o que realmente sinto só será visto por ti quando notares nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; O que eu sinto é amor, se fosse paixão não me daria tamanha certeza, o amor quando é verdadeiro não é compreendido por quem é amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Espero que sintas em teu coração o que o meu coração sente por ti, pois quando digo que te amo é porque te quero pra vida toda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje sei que sou a pessoa que te ama.Vem comigo que eu te mostro o que é ser feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Do teu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-3656264461090888582?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3656264461090888582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=3656264461090888582' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3656264461090888582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3656264461090888582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/carta-um-novo-amor.html' title='Carta a um novo amor'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqHJAVz-HWI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A8nkD58p8ZU/s72-c/snoopytyping_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-5481290697242147201</id><published>2009-09-04T21:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:47:38.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqGyrSsR2aI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QBa9IRIv-aI/s1600-h/Bee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqGyrSsR2aI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QBa9IRIv-aI/s320/Bee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aonde quer que eu vá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Meu coração está contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Se ando com o olhar perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É por que estou tentando te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Entre meus versos e fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Descubro todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Que começo a te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O que eu espero é o ensejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;De te dizer que meu maior desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É um dia te conquistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Menina do&amp;nbsp; olhar cortante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O que eu quero nesse instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É que tu venhas a me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(A modelo da foto é a minha querida&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://voltaafita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beatriz Ubarana&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-5481290697242147201?l=relatoosdavida.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/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqGyrSsR2aI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QBa9IRIv-aI/s72-c/Bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-649011458213752438</id><published>2009-09-04T13:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:54:14.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur Nogueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqE_P26jZzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/I8hzgl-zVlU/s1600-h/Arthur+Nogueira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqE_P26jZzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/I8hzgl-zVlU/s400/Arthur+Nogueira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Arthur Nogueira é um dos mais importantes artistas do Pará e tem a carreira incensada por grandes nomes da música brasileira, como Marina Lima e Antonio Cicero. O cantor e compositor destaca-se pela preocupação estético-conceitual de sua música. Jornalista e leitor freqüente de poesia, incorpora às canções densas referências e imagens poéticas, influenciado por autores como Carlos Drummond de Andrade, Torquato Neto e Waly Salomão. Arthur já teve poemas publicados em veículos importantes, como a Revista Cult. Aos 21 anos, sendo 5 de carreira, possui dois CD gravados (“Arthur Nogueira”, de 2007, e “Mundano”, de 2009).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O show de Arthur Nogueira que apresentará o seu novo cd 'Mundano'&amp;nbsp; será no próximo dia 18 de setembro no teatro Waldemar Henrique, o ingresso custará R$10 com meia-entrada para estudantes.O Cd estará&amp;nbsp; à venda na promoção por R$10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Algumas faixas do Cd 'Mundano' estão disponíveis no seu Myspace -&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/arthurnogueira"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/arthurnogueira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Arthur Nogueira mantêm um blog&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://arthurnogueira.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://arthurnogueira.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e um Twitter &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/arthurnogueira"&gt;http://twitter.com/arthurnogueira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Contato: arthurvnogueira@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-649011458213752438?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/649011458213752438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=649011458213752438' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/649011458213752438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/649011458213752438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/arthur-nogueira.html' title='Arthur Nogueira'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SqE_P26jZzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/I8hzgl-zVlU/s72-c/Arthur+Nogueira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-3959609987628219343</id><published>2009-09-02T23:08:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:38:43.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O teu jogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6btRjIT8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/wXxmk2NeSew/s1600-h/37304_27_1185215465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6btRjIT8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/wXxmk2NeSew/s320/37304_27_1185215465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;Ficas nesse jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;De me ganhar e me perder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem saber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazes de volta meu sofrer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincas com meu amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez pra te conquistar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenha que tirar esse teu medo de amar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar quando encontra o meu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fascina, alucina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me faz querer de volta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor de verdade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha felicidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com teu olhar me encantei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te querer tanto me faz perceber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida só tem sentido com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-3959609987628219343?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3959609987628219343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=3959609987628219343' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3959609987628219343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/3959609987628219343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/ficas-nesse-jogo-de-me-ganhar-e-me.html' title='O teu jogo'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6btRjIT8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/wXxmk2NeSew/s72-c/37304_27_1185215465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-5903321697034352675</id><published>2009-09-02T22:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:47:41.062-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sp8fXyIxSfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/BjHCIv2QxUI/s1600-h/OgAAAAdiYqvYRhT53B-5ZXq92IEjkIOUxblvinA04UqaPbUR0tHN-bPvANxo7ICkfrnQuKm28k7_PG_X4VX5KcDZj0AAm1T1UOJ2v22t9HnjBcjnhjUTscTQxUvP.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377050973559671282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sp8fXyIxSfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/BjHCIv2QxUI/s320/OgAAAAdiYqvYRhT53B-5ZXq92IEjkIOUxblvinA04UqaPbUR0tHN-bPvANxo7ICkfrnQuKm28k7_PG_X4VX5KcDZj0AAm1T1UOJ2v22t9HnjBcjnhjUTscTQxUvP.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Falta o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Falta teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Falta o nosso espaço&lt;br /&gt;És o meu pedaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta algo pra acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Falta algo pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;Falta coisas pra te falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que é isso&lt;br /&gt;Mas falta o teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;A tua decisão&lt;br /&gt;O teu sim ou não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero ver você amar&lt;br /&gt;Espero te ouvir falar&lt;br /&gt;Espero nunca acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Espero tu não me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta uma idéia&lt;br /&gt;Falta uma conquista&lt;br /&gt;Falta um verso&lt;br /&gt;Um alguém que insista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta a tua companhia&lt;br /&gt;A minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;Falta o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero teu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero te conquistar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que tirar&lt;br /&gt;Esse teu medo de amar&lt;br /&gt;Falta te dizer, te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;O que é amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta tu perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que sou louco por você&lt;br /&gt;Só falta começar&lt;br /&gt;E pra isso tens que me amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero é teu amor&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;É não sofrer de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-5903321697034352675?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5903321697034352675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=5903321697034352675' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5903321697034352675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5903321697034352675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/falta-o-teu-sorriso-falta-teu-olhar.html' title='Falta'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sp8fXyIxSfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/BjHCIv2QxUI/s72-c/OgAAAAdiYqvYRhT53B-5ZXq92IEjkIOUxblvinA04UqaPbUR0tHN-bPvANxo7ICkfrnQuKm28k7_PG_X4VX5KcDZj0AAm1T1UOJ2v22t9HnjBcjnhjUTscTQxUvP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-1595793963221865011</id><published>2009-09-01T15:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:10:55.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosso amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sp1w_fLV9HI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iaPNMkxKHbI/s1600-h/beijo_02-12-03.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376577766153385074" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sp1w_fLV9HI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iaPNMkxKHbI/s320/beijo_02-12-03.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 217px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chega de mentir &lt;br /&gt;De me enganar &lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sei agora &lt;br /&gt;É que começo a te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de ter medo &lt;br /&gt;De impedir que isso aconteça &lt;br /&gt;Não há ninguém que esqueça &lt;br /&gt;Um amor de verdade  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de fingir &lt;br /&gt;De me pedir pra esquecer &lt;br /&gt;Se só sou feliz quando estou contigo&lt;br /&gt;É porque amo você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhamos receios, nem medos &lt;br /&gt;A vítima do amor fui eu &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Acabo me tornando todo teu   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-1595793963221865011?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1595793963221865011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=1595793963221865011' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/1595793963221865011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/1595793963221865011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/chega-de-mentir-de-me-enganar-tudo-o.html' title='Nosso amor'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sp1w_fLV9HI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iaPNMkxKHbI/s72-c/beijo_02-12-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-2041832715403397889</id><published>2009-09-01T00:22:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:17:29.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor solitário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6cr38_noI/AAAAAAAAAeM/WZ132MlpPus/s1600-h/escrevendo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6cr38_noI/AAAAAAAAAeM/WZ132MlpPus/s320/escrevendo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para conquistar o teu olhar &lt;br /&gt;Para ver se no teu sorriso &lt;br /&gt;Posso me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E ver em ti minha felicidade &lt;br /&gt;Encontrar o teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Me abandonar em teu abraço &lt;br /&gt;Me envolver em teus risos &lt;br /&gt;Guiar a ti meus passos   &lt;br /&gt;És o meu sim e o meu não &lt;br /&gt;A diferença na multidão &lt;br /&gt;A solução pra minha dor &lt;br /&gt;És meu bem, meu amor  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-2041832715403397889?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2041832715403397889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=2041832715403397889' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2041832715403397889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/2041832715403397889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-conquistar-o-teu-olhar-para-ver-se.html' title='Amor solitário'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6cr38_noI/AAAAAAAAAeM/WZ132MlpPus/s72-c/escrevendo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-5552982197552592652</id><published>2009-08-29T02:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:11:10.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meio anormal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Spi5g9J6deI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/27YzgbtOp_w/s1600-h/PICT0085+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375250131089782242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Spi5g9J6deI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/27YzgbtOp_w/s320/PICT0085+copy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desperto do sono&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero acordar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim meio anormal&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando sem rumo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem pé nem cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só quero que tu não me esqueças&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o sol não brilha mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo perde a cor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se paixão ou amor eu não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se o mundo não te contou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que te falar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só penso em te amar&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me perco te encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aonde está&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele amor que me faz cantar&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meio poeta, meio tarado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada bonito todo errado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim, esquisito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horas falo ruim, horas falo bonito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-5552982197552592652?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5552982197552592652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=5552982197552592652' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5552982197552592652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5552982197552592652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/desperto-do-sono-nao-quero-acordar-sou.html' title='Meio anormal'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Spi5g9J6deI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/27YzgbtOp_w/s72-c/PICT0085+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6706578809599882041</id><published>2009-08-29T02:11:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:07:47.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1252958174473"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1252958174474"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6icAbEaLI/AAAAAAAAAec/Y9mtBN2o6Ow/s1600-h/Dama_de_vermelho%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6icAbEaLI/AAAAAAAAAec/Y9mtBN2o6Ow/s320/Dama_de_vermelho%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Foi assim como um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Muito além de tudo que componho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;O brilho da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Refletindo somente em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Como se fosse tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Em um vermelho encantador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Cheio de verdades e felicidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Como quem mata a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Um marco na tua história &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Em teu sorriso de amor me encantei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;No teu abraço apertado me abriguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Na tua voz doce me animei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Contigo sou feliz de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jean Leal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6706578809599882041?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6706578809599882041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6706578809599882041' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6706578809599882041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6706578809599882041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/normal-0-21-false-false-false_29.html' title='Um sonho'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Sq6icAbEaLI/AAAAAAAAAec/Y9mtBN2o6Ow/s72-c/Dama_de_vermelho%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-6102940784013014399</id><published>2009-08-29T01:46:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:30:26.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Spi8FC_U6OI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vyzwb9hlv4w/s1600-h/corra-tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Spi8FC_U6OI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vyzwb9hlv4w/s320/corra-tempo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375252950154537186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te esperei a noite toda&lt;br /&gt;Eu esperei o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Menina, tu és assim meio louca&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim eu vou  te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-6102940784013014399?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6102940784013014399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=6102940784013014399' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6102940784013014399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/6102940784013014399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-te-esperei-noite-toda-eu-esperei-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Spi8FC_U6OI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vyzwb9hlv4w/s72-c/corra-tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-5344352037655861028</id><published>2009-08-26T22:01:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T02:48:59.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Spfv65LNbsI/AAAAAAAAAao/-LAvj8AdNjw/s1600-h/abraco.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375028475349266114" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Spfv65LNbsI/AAAAAAAAAao/-LAvj8AdNjw/s320/abraco.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 290px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando te vejo&lt;br /&gt;Espero teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Me envolvo no desejo&lt;br /&gt;De ser feliz ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me envolvo em teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Me abandono em teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Te faço de abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Em teu coração me entrelaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se meu pensamento vai pra ti&lt;br /&gt;Surge o desejo de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;De tanto te querer perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Descubro que começo a te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-5344352037655861028?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5344352037655861028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=5344352037655861028' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5344352037655861028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/5344352037655861028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-te-vejo-desejo-teu-beijo-me.html' title='Mais uma de amor'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/Spfv65LNbsI/AAAAAAAAAao/-LAvj8AdNjw/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7051476602550937126.post-1277277922440174479</id><published>2009-08-26T17:51:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:13:24.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SpWi74jP08I/AAAAAAAAAZg/t7nEDTosY60/s1600-h/pegadas-neve-por-do-sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SpWi74jP08I/AAAAAAAAAZg/t7nEDTosY60/s320/pegadas-neve-por-do-sol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374380880012760002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saudade é desconhecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É querer esquecer, mas viver pensando em ti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saudade de verdade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É o amor querendo sua metade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quero afogar minhas mágoas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nas lágrimas que produzi em ti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como um ser que sem saber se corrói&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A saudade é a felicidade que mais dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jean Leal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Follow!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7051476602550937126-1277277922440174479?l=relatoosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1277277922440174479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7051476602550937126&amp;postID=1277277922440174479' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/1277277922440174479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7051476602550937126/posts/default/1277277922440174479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatoosdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/normal-0-21-false-false-false_26.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Jean Leal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018741726837125962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/TUZCv6ItQLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7ohy2Xo0ymg/s220/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2BM%25C3%25BAsica%25C2%25B9%2B%252810%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cc_0aLUqz2Y/SpWi74jP08I/AAAAAAAAAZg/t7nEDTosY60/s72-c/pegadas-neve-por-do-sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
